ironic

Wa bo wei kong. Super bo wei kong. After YESTERDAY's super heng incident, the super clever me dropped my phone. Again. On a cab this time. Which I had sensed something was wrong (like the first heng incident). Which I had looked at the License Plate number of the Taxi Driver specially. Which I had "felt" for my vital stuff in my bag. And felt everything and promptly went to forget the number. (3 something...) Which now, on hindsight, can be in a million places, like maybe at BQ where I took the cab, like at the post box where I sent the letter, on the road in, and maybe even (hopefully) somewhere at home! Which now, is too late because I just called and the phone was switched off. On a almost fully charged battery. *smack head*