Agony and irony.

Yes, I found my passport. It was in this isolated drawer at home, I mean nobody would ever think of looking for something there. It's like a hidden and concealed and unnoticeable drawer. That's why i took so long to look for it, you know. It's like an impossible place to look for a missing passport.



Totally and extremely and awfully impossible.



Okay la. Wtf la. I'm lying. It was in this drawer so close to the television, the first place anybody would think of checking if they were looking for something. Of course, I didn't think of looking for my passport there la because I'm such a genius that even I amaze myself sometimes.



It's so typical of me to ignore what's right before my eyes la, I tell you. I even thought of searching the dustbin but not that drawer, the toilet but not that drawer. I emptied all my jeans pockets and checked inside the washing machine also. You know, I think I walked past that drawer a gazillion times but never once thought of looking inside it.



So when I was like in a gonna die state, I told my sister about the missing passport and that I'll have to smuggle myself out of the country and would she bail me out if I get caught by the police.



She looked at me like I was crazy and said, "It should be around here somewhere la." And I said, "No, it's not. I looked for it everywhere already la."



Oh, and I emphasized soo much on that everywhere.



I think my sister panicked a little too so she said she'd help me to look for it. And so she stood up and walked straight up to that drawer and opened it and took my passport out and said, "Eh, you want attention is it?"



Sigh.


I think I just told everyone what a dork I am on my own blog.