lucky
I guess this’d probably roll into the category of a once in a blue moon post. Though there are tons of times i’ve thought of making an entry, they never promise to compose themselves in cyber reality. A significant note that a paper n pencil cud naturally slip in and provide ease when thoughts come flowin and you are just being cocooned in layers of boundaries to the online tech.
Happenings….thgs just happen in people’s lives. Some, without doubt,and others; maybe with a minor pinch of sixth sense. There are also occurences which nurtures the soul, shapes the mind. Though part of them might depict hardfelt or ache and rage, all these are part of life. The second it hit me that my mobile wasn’t sticking to me as always, my already worned out body sorted out in subconsious. It wasn’t panic at the moment,instead; i double-checked if my phone was anywhere with me. After a blurry mess up with my bag on the shaky train, a poor signal was sent to the twitched rusty antenna sticking out from my brain. *processing—–Oh!ok…my cutie mobile’s lost in space. Now wat..?
Events go to list as blur me had to bump into rediculous extra work matters like a need to have a sim card replacement, an atm card replacement, the need to suspend my phone line, living out of home w/o a cellphone, missing the bus, no personal transport(its always walking walking walking….or, marathon-ing?). Thgs had to be done to improvise matters and sumtimes these troublesome steps annoy me. And normally, these steps would be either followed or accompanied with numerous curses and murmurs of complaints in diff languages (esp the korean phrases i adopted*).
On second thought, an awareness floated steadily in. Perhaps…perhaps i was lucky that it was only my phone which was stolen. [not my precious push-for-money cards and my IC with the fair cute lady in it( I might x hav been photogenic on other days you know?...the picture taken is rather proudly presentable...hmm...thk god)] Perhaps it was a lesson of materialistic possessions which are never permanent in life, a pose of simple life w/o tech intrusion (life as it used to be before mobile phone inventions). Perhaps, the routes have taught me sum simple banking and top-ed up my knowledge of service providers..perhaps and perhaps….an endless row of perhaps.
Had I not read jean dominique’s the diving bell and the butterfly, perhaps, I would not have treasured the ‘luckiness’ i have had. After all, I am still pumped with oxygen n feeding my senses with life around. What are those happenings compared to a person bounded and burried in lock-in-syndrome? Whilst you can stil savour delis and aromas around, others might only be able to blink an eye at that time. So lucky or unlucky….its yours to deliver.
