RM 50

After almost leaving my handphone behind twice and dropping it to the ground at least twice, I lost the RM 50 my dad gave me. We were at Damai Puri. I panicked, and blamed myself for being sooooo clumsy. *facepalm*

So I went back to all the places I went in search of 50 ringgit.
"God, pleaaaaase let me find that RM 50."

Then I searched. And searched. And searched. And I imagined myself finding the note and imagined the joyyyyy :D

BUT I COULDN'T FIND IT WHAIIII WHAIIII

I know God didn't need a lift of the finger to just make the 50 ringgit note appear in front of me, so why wouldn't He just pfft,let me find it and get over with it?

Searched again. And again.

Gave up.

Receptionist asked my mum what's wrong, mum said bla bla bla..she lost RM 50..
Meh, I just wanted to go back to the room and sleeeeeeeep.

So I was back in the room, and my mum called to tell me the receptionist found it. (Like, so fast!?)

Ahhhh..sometimes God just purposely holds it a little longer huh.
Anyway, lesson learnt.

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I would rather talk to people face-to-face than sms. I also just realised that my love language is quality time, which is very true. I like talking on the phone with my friend about random things.

Seriously, the technology, phones,television, the Internet and all can be pretty destructive sometimes.

It's like...a drug.

ok bye dinner time