THISISmydance.

Friday, April 21

Hallucinating is not as fun as it seems, it actually scares you shitless.

Today was normal, nothing much that could add on to my already jinxed life, just that i lost my cell phone.

Incompetently, of course.

How could I have been so nonchalant? So careless? So damn irresposible? But then again, what's new right? I felt so lost, so unwhole, so disheartened. I mean, how was I supposed to carry on with life? But then came along Ms Jihan Bok, Creator of all things beautiful, saying that its a damn phone I've lost here, not my heart! Which is extremely true.

And then there was Ms Foo Sue Ann, who was totally God Sent. I love her so damn much. She was all the help I needed and I appreciate it. A thousand, nine-hundred and eighty-three kisses to you.

i'd never doubt
even the trivial bits
that you have brought me
to comprehend

so, for that, i thank you.

Now that it's been approximately a day since i have been separated from my cell, I realise that there is, for a fact, more things to life than a piece of gorgeous accessory, so useful yet so capable of ruining your life in its absence. For one, I would not be distracted by the availabilty of texting anyone, cam-whoring, or even gazing at its beauty just for the sake of it. This would thus allow me to concentrate on my work and leaving me uncontactable at all times. What a wonderful world, I'd be living in. Ugh, I still cant get over the dementia of my loss. May you rest in peace in another owner's care. I'll always love you.

PS. I'm hoping that someday, you'll be able to comprehend my impotence.

din