The most disastrous trip

Some back flash to last trip in Singapore. i think it was the most disastrous trip of  my entire traveling life. remember how i mentioned a guy who lost his passport actually lived in the airport? it almost become the real life experience for me. why? Read ON~~~

that day i arrived Changi airport at around 12am and being so tired and carrying so many things on my hand, i dropped my Iphone. I didnt know as i was in the Loo, i heard someone announcing my name..."Jane Kho Jane Kho, please come to the information counter" i thought, wow, someone had the same name as me. Amazing but it couldnt be me since it's not the name i had in my passport. Secretly i was worried if they found out i was temporary staying in the arrival hall...then as i walked to the theater,  there was a small voice telling me it's better to double check..so i did! and i realized i lost my iphone...quickly searched for the information counter and found it. someone was nice enough to take it to the lost and found and the airport guy was nice enough to go into my FB and helped paged a friend of mine using his FB..he said luckily the phone wasnt locked. 有惊无险~~

then i strolled around changi airport and slept on the bench for a night while waiting for my parents to arrive the next day. I remember they would only arrive at about noon. Well, i was taking my time slowly and i realized i didnt have enough time to do all the things i planned to do before my parents and bro arrived. when i finally saw my parents. i was super duper excited. so as my parents. My mum described the "shocked" as "almost pee in her pant" type of happiness. hahaha...how cute.

then we were to wait for my bro to arrive so we went to the nearby food court for lunch. while filling in the arrival card, i couldnt find my passport! gosh, looked up and down, in and out of everything i owned and still couldnt find. then i ran to all information counter and still there was no sign. i asked the information counter to help asked other terminals, still no sign of it. We went to the dark theater and still no sign of it. after looking for almost an hour, my mum concluded that someone must have stolen my passport since malaysian passports are considered valuable. I couldnt recall. i just remember while sleeping on the bench, there was someone close to me. so i also thought it was stolen. I tried to remain calm coz i couldnt let my parents be worried and ruined their holiday. A lot of thoughts flashed through my mine - what if they didnt allow me in Singapore? what if the embassy was closed due to holiday? what if i couldnt get into china and taipei after the trip? so many what ifs....so my dad asked me to report to the immigration officer and reminded me not to say i lost it myself...should say it was due to some unfortunate events so that the govt doesnt think i don't respect my nationality. make sense....

In front of the officer, i reported my loss and the officer asked me if i am sure. i answered firmly "YES"...just right after i answered yes, the lady from information counter came running to me and said they found my passport...apparently it was stucked in the photocopy machine when i claimed for my phone @_@ 有惊无险~~

luckily everything turned out to be fabulous~ phew.