double urgh

this is wat i do everyday, or at least 8 days out of 10. i'd wake up a little earlier den the alarm time i set, realise that i've got a bit more time to spare, so in a bid to maximise sleep time, i'd lie back on the bed, close my eyes and pretend that im sleeping oh so soundly. fact is, i dun really sleep alot these days, ever since the first brunei detachment. mr sleep early has transformed magically into mr insomnia.

i'd den shuffle into the kitchen, get a breakfast of coffee and watever's on the table. have a little stoning session before draggin my limp reluctant body to work, and a 2nd breakfast(highlight of the morning!) with my mates.
but wat happened a few days ago? i got my coffee, and breakfast happened to be some leftover cake. had my stoning session in front of the idiot box, gobbled up the cake, and proceeded to work.

c'mon, use the inate Sherlockian instincts in you!

ans: i forgot my caffeine fix. yup, left the whole piping hot mug of Nescafe's rich flavored coffee untouched.

now, that has never happened before, and its a pretty startling discovery. perhaps im getting 1 step closer to fulfilling my potential of being a scatterbrained dimwit lol.

lost my spanking new 2 week old phone today. 2nd phone in as many months!! urgh. i had tucked it away into a nice little corner in my bag, and stashed the bag into a little nook between the crew room TV and speaker, and left the room to finish the work for the day. the rest of the day's crew weren't around before i left, and i was away for only like 45mins!

attended the briefing before every1 commenced work, and all i was thinkin of was getting home. the resident shady character, whom we shall only identify as S, slinked into the room. the supersleuth in me felt somethin amiss and went back to check my bag.

well, it was right where it was supposed to be, minus the phone tho. the guy, whoever he is, didn't even bother taking my wallet. maybe he felt a tinge of guilt and decided to at least let me be able to go home without hitching a free ride. but he's sure smart, zoomin straight for my phone, while my other mates' bags were left untouched.

hey YY's Gucci wallet's worth a bunch too! not that i hoped his was gone too of cos. like i said at the very beginning, all i've wrote thus far are totally inane rantings, with nary a semblence of coherence, nor proper thought processes.

urgh URGH!