Lost and Regain

Sometimes there is only a negligible distance between loss and possesstion, and that distance is powerful enough to dictate your mood.

Today, an unexpected accident struck me as such a big flow that I nearly lose consciousness of what was going to happen were it not for the kindness of an angelic girl from 209. The day began with peace and serenity. Although the incessant rain resulted in our having PE lesson lesson within the building, I regarded this as a great opportunity of admiring the gradeur of our school building. All day along, time tickled by without anything to vex me, until I returned to my "cosy" hostel from school, away from all the hustle and bustle of school life. However, It was then when the disaster began to step into my life.

After writing a skit for the upcoming drama competition, my energy is nearly sucked out of my body. Rummaging frenzily in my backpack in search of my handphone so that I could comfortably lie down and enjoy the music as an award for a whole day's hardworking, it suddenly daunted upon me that my handphone was in the middle of nowhere! What a blow! I searched every inch of my domain but it was in vain.The little thing refused to appear.

I calmed down and reviewed all the scenes connected with my handphone in my experience during the day. 

Suddenly I realised that I left it in a toilet after changing into PE attire for my CCA. I was so busy changing my plaits into a ponytail because the band is broken that I totally neglected the fact that my handphone slept quietly on the table. In a hurry rushing into the drama room, it slipped out of my notice......

Putting on my school attire at light's speed, inserting my feet into the shoes without the company of my sockes, I grabbed my key and left my room for school with a 'bang' of the door. Inside, I longed for the reappearance of my handphone on the very table of that specific toilet.

Greeting the guarding aunty in the most hasty manner, I directly zero in on that specific toilet on the fourth floor. With a deep breath and the most sincere prayer leading to my opening the door of that 'devine' toilet, I was startled to find out that there was nothing but air on the surface of the very table....

My brain is blank for a second. I rub my eyes and concentrated again on that table...nothing magical happened, some drops of spilled tap water quietly reamined there, as if it was staring at me in the most intolerable mocking manner.

......When I dragged my legs onto the fourth floor, I once dreamt that there were some upright people who would not take away my phone, but now I realised how stupid I was...putting myself into such a situation in which my destiny was totally in some other people's hands. I was so vulnerable that I had no way but to completely depend upon the "integrity" of the person who took my phone.

Still, I did not totally lose my hope. With the last slice of hope, I searched every conpartment of the toilet, still yearning for the appearance of the phone. However, I had no way to deny the fact that it WAS no there.

It was then that I began to think about the potential harmful aftermath awaiting me: all my contact list and short messages will be exposed. If the phone dropped into the hands of some bad guy, the consequence will be terribly unimaginable. Terms like "blackmail", "machinery", "threatening" and "identity faking" flooded into my head. If I really lost my handphone,besides going against my concept of frugality to buy a new one, I have to inform everybody in contact of my new number, moreover, my information given to the school and MOE will also need to be changed...by that time, I have no way out but to plunge into the interminable sence of shame triggered by all the trouble I have brought about.

Letting frustration ruthlessly devour my heart, I left my school and headed home. I still dreamt that it may miraculously appear in my backpack...

It proved that my desire was too unrealistic, it did not appear although I nearly emptied my backpack and had fumbled in every of my pocket...

I could not enjoy my dinner as carefree as usual. The possible consequences conytinued to haunt me and almost drove me mad. Again, I put on my shoes, grabbed my wallet nad rushed downstairs towards school----totally devoid of the patience to wait for the life to come down.

This time, I was determined to make a search inch after inch...

Firstly, I rushed into the general office to remind the person in charge not to lock the shutters until I returned. Secondly, I got the keys of my classroom and went straight away upstairs. Thirdly, I searched every corner of my classroom but found nothing valuable except JP's E-maths textbook and WK's HCL journal. Totally depressed by my discovery, I locked the door and went to my last destination----the toilet.

It was really amazing that I went into the same tolet twice within an hour----with the same unusual purpose. But again, there was nothing but air on the empty table...

I leaned my head on the door and was about to cry when my sister's handphone which I always kept with me rang. The calling person was "Amy"! Oh, my goodness!!

With trumbled hands, I answered the phone, it was a girl as I had expected. She told me that she had found a phone in the toilet and wanted to confirm that I was the loser. I gave her some details to show that the phone was mine and asked for her name and class.... I nearly died of exultation....

We decided to meet the next day at Jurong East Int, and I am sure that by that time, I will send her my most sincere gratitude...

There are angels in this world, after all...