I must have been so distracted for the last couple of days. Two days before, I left half my bag in the state library locker, went all the way home, reached my front door and realised that my key was still in the locker. And of all times, the tram at a major intersection chose to break down, leaving me dragging a laptop in the rain, through the city.
Today I left my phone in my driving instructor's car. Best part is, I don't even remember my own number. I ran into the nearest convenience shop, looked a bit like I was planning to rob the poor guy at the counter, and ask to borrow his handphone. Bob's phone no reception. Dammit. I dragged myself through uni hoping I'll bump into someone who knows my number. No such luck. So I went to Rowden White library, told them the situation, and they very kindly searched up my number for me. Called my cell. No one picked up. Dammit dammit dammit. Ran in to Houston and Kai yau in Union House, called Bob for Regine's number, called Regine, got my driving instructor's number, and finally got my handphone back.
It's times like these when you realised how intimately woven your network of friends are. You know someone that definitely knows someone. And also how dependent my life is on my cell phone. I have only committed four numbers to memory. And three of them are in Singapore.
And today I tried to spray on some perfume. I misfired and now I have perfume all over my face. Why why why??!!
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