Phone

It's 3.45a.m.. I'm feeling kinda crappy. Yesterday after a long day, I just collapse onto my bed. Ah so awesome.

It  was early. So yeah that explains why I'm up early. But that's not it. Stupid sore throat and flu are making me feeling Ok to sleep for 24 hours. I'm up cuz I thought I lost my phone.

I might be tired but I'm not drunk. I knew where was the few last places that I used my phone. DAMN when I can't feel my phone in my bag, I just can't sleep anymore. So I went downstairs,  sneaking like a thief. And I took my dad's car keys, terrible!  The car is outside. The gates and door sounds are so damn loud. But I managed to get in the car and do the searching. Nothing.

The last thing I could imagine is my phone being left at that restaurant. But I'm sure that I've take a last look before leaving,  it's like a habit, having a short-term-memory-lost sisters. So I went back up to my room and recall back. Last night we reached home. O put that pack of passion fruits on the table and went straight up, brush and changed a loose pants, and slept.

OH maybe my phone is in the closet. I opened these doors and poof. My phone. Ah feel so relieved. I could never live without my phone. Damn it. I even imagined, maube I could call my phone and see if the restaurant crews pick up....... imma lucky girl. Should continue my "beauty sleep" ahahaha. K bye