Today, went blading with Daniel's friend and his friend's friends. And Alex told me he was dragged along to make up for the numbers, haha. Took 854 from my house down to Bedok. Very absent-minded, cause I left my house without my socks and my cones, how to skate?! Hai. Stupid me had to walk back and because of that was kind of late. Ya..so..854..and sleepy me sleep all the way till somewhere near Kambangan(sp?), then I msg'ed Daniel that I will be there in 5. Then sleepy me actually dozed off. When I actually got off the seat, I dropped my wallet cause I realised I wasn't holding it nor was it kept. Very naturally, I picked it, and alighted. When I tried to call Daniel (I was kind of late), AHA! I realised my phone was missing.
I jay-walked (ya gaywalk..cause we aren't supposed to cross the bus interchange right?) and went to look for the bus. Surprisingly the backdoor was open (it was one of those ultra-long TIBS buses) and went to search the area, but to no avail. Thought the driver picked it up. Went to the information counter. I found it very strange that the SBS guy had to direct me to a TIBS counter which HAD NO ONE! Very disturbing because I assumed they had a flow control somewhere for sure, someone that could help me proper. In the end I asked for the phone to call my HP....it rings! But no one picked up. This time I decided to leave it ringing while I go look for the bus. AHA! CRAP! Bus left! Time seems to work against me. I went back and he suggested I call a certain number, and dialed and passed the phone to me. Now this irks me, because the guy on the line can neither speak clearly or audibly. This particular TIBS guy directed me to YET another number! (I heard something about servicing center and what not) And I couldn't remember what was the model number, and that the bus just left the interchange how could it be at some 'service-center'? Yup. So I kind of brushed it aside *thankfully*
And because I was late, I thought I couldn't meet Daniel at the supposed place. And, I had no means to contact him as I didn't remember his number offhand. Thankfully, I called Esther and she got his number, and helped me arranged things. She was also worried for me and ya, I'm thankful for all you've done, and Daniel too.
But I felt strangely peaceful through it all, I think when the spirit is right with God, I felt peace. I knew he was in control and I decided to trust in him. And I learnt that we should always give thanks in any and every circumstances. God is good, all the time, and all the time, God is good. How true. I was actually singing and feeling good about the incident which led me to realise these things. Though I must admit that the numbers that were lost were a little troublesome, especially having lost some of my doctor friends' numbers I met in NS, and the other guys, and all my messages. Yet I realised another truth in the event. I was much more willing to lose something so material, and keep things more precious such as love, friends, family, my soul, and above all, God.
Mark.8
[36] For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
And when I reached home I had to wake up my sister from her sleep to cancel the line. Sigh. I'm such a trouble.-Update-
While in the midst of writing the blog, I decided to give the number that the TIBS guy gave me a try. Though in my mind I thought it would be futile, as having called my phone repeatedly no one answered, and I was pretty sure someone found it in the bus, unless it dropped into a drain while I stepped out - which would be really suay, according to Daniel. So I explained my predicament to them, tried to describe my phone (and I couldn't tell them the model number cause I can't remember). The guy went and asked around, and in the background I heard about some blue coloured phone..thought it was predominately silver?! (Honestly, I can't even remember what colour my phone looks like!) When he asked me what is my home number, I repeated it to him. (At this juncture I really thought they found my phone already.) He told me...ah I don't think this one. (Then my heart sank...it just went through a corkscrew roller coaster) He asked me, "got any message?" And I fumbled and tried to say that I left a contact number and he asked "got name?" and I thought and replied, "ya, Daniel Wong".
Then he said, "ya, we found your phone".
Edit: I just realised something. If I called earlier when the guy gave me the number, it would have been fruitless because the bus had just left Bedok Interchange, and I would definitely not call the number again, which means I WILL NOT find the phone. Ya. Time wasn't working against me, it was working FOR me.
After all that calling of my phone, and no one picking up. Messaging, and no one replying, and yet if someone had no intention of returning the phone (as in keeping for themselves) I would think they would have turned the phone off already. And ya, after all that, I actually managed to trace my phone. Miraculous. I'm thankful I maintained my trust and faith in God, for I know He is in control. I felt I actually gained from this incident than lose. The importance of giving thanks in ALL circumstances. Yup.
Oh, I actually started looking for new phones when I reached home. I thought it was high time to get a new phone anyway. Now that I got my phone back (tomorrow rather), I would like some suggestions so I can make an informed decision. I'm looking at SE...any recommendations?
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