I was riding my bicycle to the gate of the compound this morning.
Midway, on the rocky road, I heard some "poppin" sound.
I thought I ran over a toad and didn't look back ( I just ate my breakfast!).
I parked the bike and walked out.
I was almost at the pak soi (entrance of the soi) when I realized my phone wasn't in my pocket.
I thought I left it at home.
Then...it dawned on me...That "popping" sound must've been my phone slipping out of my pocket!!!!
I quickly ran back...and there laying peacefully on the rocky road was my phone. Face down.
*sigh of relief* I picked it up.
Tadaaa...the screen was totally broken. It was scratched.
It was a hard fall and I have this gut feeling a few cars had run over it before I could rescue it.
So...bye bye phone...hello new phone...
That's my 3rd phone.
phone #1 Misplaced and stolen (Women's toilet-The Mall).
Phone #2 Gave to dad and Haze bought me a new phone.
Phone #3 My most precious phone - Took a fall and got run over.
And that was how my morning started!