argh!

Went for some Mediacorp Press Conferrence yesterday. It was boring. The PC was held in Chinese lah. OMGAWD. Nearly died. Bored to tears. Tic-Tac-Toe and Hangman saved me.

But the thing is... I lost my fricking handphone.

Sigh. You see, we took a cab to the Oriental hotel. (The taxi driver was suicidal, I swear.) And the sneaky black handphone slipped out of my pocket. I didn't notice it was missing until the PC had begun and by then I was already having seizures and fits. *&^% Used Jon's phone to call and discovered that the mad, insane, crazy taxi driver had it. Wah, I nearly hyperventilated.

Ah, but fret not.


The cabbie was so nice. He drove all the way back to give me my handphone. The first thing I did the moment he handed it to me was to scream with joy and kiss it in relief.

And he didnt even let me pay him for the drive back. (: Thank God for people like him. He may be cuckoo, but at least he's nice. :D