It always gets nerve wrecking when i start digging for my teeny weeny wallet in my gigantica bag. Constantly having false alarms of my missing pursie....

Cold shudder nerve impulses signal my entire being everytyme i recall.
Was just searching the entire bag for the teeny weeny wallet to fight and pay for 1Dolla coconut drink but to no avail.
Once, twice and thrice yet the bladdy bag could not churn out my wallet.
Everythyng was bladdy den.
My heart completely went down and below and under every debris of planet earth. It sank ever faster than Titanic and murdered every cell in me.
Nearly hit the core and exploded with tears.
Dazed and gazed to recall where it could be.
Yet the first thyng that flooded my mind was
How am i to return home?
What shud i, how shud i break it to mommy?
Shit, that's it and i'm done for!
What about my money, my IC, my driving licence, my membership cards, my nets card, my darling's photo, my library card, cash card.
The shopping trip to bugis turned into a drama.
Went back to all the places i've been to and searching for it relentlessly
and Thank God for friends.
Hazel tried the last resort to ask the lost and found counter
LO and Behold, that one that one.
One tear drop just one, streamed it's way down. The rest must have been stucked by fear.
MY BELOVED WALLET Come back to Momma.