On Saturday, Claudia held a birthday party at De Coder’s Cafe with a bunch of her friends. The plan for some of us was to adjourn to PowerHouse@St James Power Station to party the night away and make Claudia drunk enough to strip and dance on the podium. Me and KuKuNehNeh had to leave earlier from the cafe as she needed to renew her membership card.
Molemole and her friend came along with the two of us and we cabbed to St James. We got into PowerHouse and I watched the seats as the 3 of them went for a toilet break. Like any time when I am alone like that, I will usually reach for my Nokia N95 phone and use the internet for I am an ADDICT and I am PROUD OF IT!
=P
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I reached for my right jeans pocket and it wasn’t there. I checked my right and it wasn’t there. I felt a gripping sense of fear as I checked my bag to find no trace of it. I frantically checked the plastic bag that held Claudia’s birthday card and IT WASN’T THERE AS WELL!!! I frantically went through all the possible places that my phone could be and if it wasn’t a public place, I would have stripped.
I MUST HAVE DROPPED IT IN THE CAB!!!
Time seems to slow to a crawl as I waited for the 3 of them to come back as I needed one of their phones to call my phone in hope that someone would pick it up. They soon came back and I gibberish-ed the situation to them as I stormed out into the quieter smoking area to make a call. In my head I was already thinking,
“It’s a bloody NOKIA N95 8GB HANDPHONE! It will take a miracle for someone to resist the temptation of just turning my handphone off and pulling out my sim card.”
As I reached the corner of the smoking area and dialled my number, I was already prepared to hear a busy tone which will probably end up with me cursing the fella’s dick to shrivel up and drop and if it’s a woman, to have her vagina close up and develop moss.
A connecting tone was what I heard and I immediately light up as the call connected.
A man’s voice: “Hello?”
I almost screamed with hope: “HELLO!! I AM THE OWNER OF THIS PHONE!”
“Hello! Yah. I picked up your phone in the cab.”
“Thanks for picking up my call!”
In short, there was a woman and a man in the cab who was heading to their home in Bukit Merah. There offered to keep the phone for me and have me collect it from them when able but I suggested for them to pass the phone to the cab driver to have him drive it back to St James with his meter on so that I could pay him.
I AM BLOODY LUCKY I TELL YOU!
But soon, an idiot will appear. I ended the call and wanted to turn back to the tables to tell them of the good news when a St James floor manager approached me.
Idiot: “You need to walk out of the smoking area and come in via the re-entry queue.”
Me: “Huh?”
“You need to go out and come in from the re-entry queue.”
“But WHY? I am IN the smoking area and I have not stepped out. Why should I do that?”
(and he starts to replay like a broken record)
“You need to go out and come in from the re-entry queue.”
(I got pretty pissed as this point and I raised my voice)
“LOOK! I said I DID NOT EXIT THE AREA. I was standing here and MAKING A CALL. WHY should I walk OUT and RE-QUEUE?”
(He seem to be hearing me for the 1st time and mumbled sometime before he quickly walked away)
“….cause you stepped across the line….”
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SERIOUSLY. WTF???
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Anyway, despite idiots like this who have WEIRD grasp of the rules in St James, I am happy enough to be thankful to the nice and kind couple who wasn’t greedy and the cab driver, Mr Quek, who drove my handphone back and accepted an $8 payment despite the $12 meter. (His cab doesn’t accept visa and I didn’t have enough cash)
I am seriously CARELESS and BLOODY LUCKY!
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