I LOST MY PHONE!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!

Still shaken up by a display of my own cool driving and the close call, i left my phone on my porch after i parked The White Prado.
I got back in the car to fix my parking, when its all perfect, i sauntered in and forgot all about my phone, sitting all alone on my porch, till the very next morning, when I woke up at 12.30.

A little voice in my head was telling me that i forgot something very very important. My memory came back with the speed of light and crashed into my head when my mom asked me why i hadn't replied her sms.

Fear gripped me, a disturbing feeling i always have when something bad has or is going to happen. And sure enough, my phone was gone.
I searched high and low, I search every inch of my house, I even searched my dad's workers' quarters...no phone.

I can still hear it ringing. I can still see the pretty phone chain i had on it glisten in the sun...WHAAAAAAA...

I put my curse on the guy who took my phone! May he have bad luck for seven generations and may he be impotent for the rest of his miserable life!!!
then of course i realised after some time, that if he was impotent there wouldn't be any generations...lol...



This also bears proof to the theory that my dreams can reveal certain happenings in the future:

I had a dream during my late sleep. For some reason i was walking down my old neighbourhood back in ponti, it was night time and the only light around was the street light. For some other weird reason, i have only my yellow towel on...haha...

There were four bikes parked in front of my house, all of them mine, or my family's. There were also four thugs walking infront of me, the rest of my family and some other people were walking behind me. I know they were thugs because of their shabby appearance and their cigarrettes.

Anyway, they just hopped on the bikes and rode off. The dream me shouted, "Yo, those are mine!" sounds a lot like Alexea.
One of them stopped and turned, as if challenging the dream me. and believe it or not, i kicked all four of their sorry butts. At one part i was dreaming i punched this guy on the nose, and i realised, half-asleep, that i punched my pillow.

I think my phone was taken either after or during that time...whoa...