At the terminal in HKG, I found out that I’ve lost my phone somewhere. I probably misplaced it – `cause it was still warm in my hands before getting my cup of hot cocoa, skimmed through a sea of people and sat quietly on the seats at the farthest gate everrr. Unlucky me I was not in Dubai where people will not make a fuss about left behind things. Leave your bag for who the hell cares and you can find it in the same spot the following day.

Sigh. Stupid me. Hello.