About 3-4 weeks ago, I dropped my handphone on the bus while on my way to school.
And a good Samaritan returned to me after a series of frantic phone calls.

Today, I dropped my handphone again!!!
I was on my way from school to Kembangan for a funeral wake and when I was happily seated on the train, I realise I couldn't feel the slimness and flatness of my mobile phone.

History repeated itself... I was like OH NO. I thought of the possibilities. If I were to lose my mobile phone, I would have to re-save all my contacts. I would have to spend more money to replace my SIM card, which I can't afford to do so given my current financial situation.

If I lose my mobile phone, the person who took it may look at my messages and laugh at the content.
Or worse still, take my picture, alter it and post it on some strange websites!

Surprisingly, I was pretty calm. I stopped thinking about it and even fell asleep all the way from Jurong East to Aljunied.

When I reached the station where I am supposed to meet Angie and Sihui, I saw the "Esther-did-you-lose-anything-and-where-is-your-mobile-phone" face from Angie and in my heart, I immediately said, thank you God!

It means that someone must have notified her that my mobile phone is found!

In the end, I thank God because if not for De Ren, who incidentally, called me at that time when I dropped my phone, the station control people would not have known who this phone belonged to.

So De Ren, realising that the person at the end of the line was not me, called my sis and told her to get my phone from Pioneer station. AND thankfully, my sis just got out of school, so she could get my phone for me. PHEW!

What a day!