I must be one of the silliest people alive.

For the whole of yesterday, I convinced myself that my handphone's lost. I searched through bags, pockets, under my bed, in the fridge, everywhere...but still I could not find my handphone. I got upset thinking of all the lovely messages and pictures that I've to kiss goodbye to. I chided myself for not making a back-up for all the contacts. I thought of how I'd only get back the numbers of some when they text me annually at Christmas. I started informing people about my lost handphone and I mulled over which handphone model I should lay my hands on. Called up my service provider. Wanted to get a new SIM and erm...ahh...I felt a vibration. I found my phone! It's all the while there...under my sofa. *hurhur*

P.S: Thanks all who called my handphone in hope that the finder would pick up and return the phone. It's erm...a false alarm. *apologetic but glad*