Everyone who knows me will know darn well that I am very, very attached to my cell phone. I go everywhere with it (yes, even the loo ;Þ ), and am totally stupefied without it. In the words of my boss, “it’s like you’re velcroed to the thing.”
I’ve been using cellies since 1996, changed them not more than once every two years, so that makes it five different ones in total.
Being one of the few things that I cherish most in this whole wide world, I take great care of my phone, and am usually very careful with it. Call me a drama queen, but I seriously treat my phone like it’s royalty.
Why? Because my celly’s always been a dear, trusted friend. Always there for me through thick, thin and boredom. It’s been my saviour during emergencies, and has always provided comfort whenever fear kicks in for whatever reason. Heck, I can’t even get a shut eye unless I know that my celly’s right by my side, for only then will I get the peace of mind of being safe.
To cut a long story short, I can boldly say that what I have with my cell phone is an intense love affair.
So you can imagine how crushed I am right now that I lost my sweet Nokia 7610 over the weekend. Why? All due to a moment’s carelessness. Everything, lost, within a matter of minutes.
The shitty part is that I have loads of pictures in there that I haven’t managed to upload. Why? Because my PC at home’s currently so effed up, it can’t take much right now.
The shittier part is because of this, I have no back-up of my contacts. That’s circa 800 numbers in there, people. That’s ten friggin years of personal collection.
The shittiest part is, some of my fondest memories in the form of messages are in there. Almost everything that I’ve ever received and sent from/to my bebé from the first time we met. Not forgetting the other sweet stuff I got from time to time from other dear friends. Call me a sentimental fool, but these are (were) some of my most prized possessions in life.
My significant other tells me to not dwell over this loss, to just get over it, to just move on. It’s easier said than done, for serious… Especially since I don’t have the finances to get meself a new phone :(
I hate being technologically handicapped. I hate feeling so incomplete, so lost, so… dead.
7 comments:
my my....i feel so sorry for you losing your precious....maybe in the future a thin wristband, water proof communicator will be most appropriate for you. on another note, it will give more determination to guard your precious and to certainly get a new shiny bling-bling gadget thingy to help reduce the frustration (not including the high possibility of the expenditure of course!).....
well do post once u get a new one..we wanna know...hehehe...sorry of this post brings you clouds rather than the intended sunshine.....anyway...have a nice day ;D...
~~bruce wayne
erm...tot we started the cell phone thingy in form 4? after the 'taxi incident'..that was in 1994 kan.....:P
Qaty
BRUCE:
"a thin wristband, water proof communicator" -> erm, what's that?
"well do post once u get a new one..we wanna know" -> we?
QATY: gurl, YOU started carrying your celly around back in Form 4. i, on the other hand, was forced into such behaviour by my dad once i started driving... remember? ;)
opsss...sorry 'bout that...well allow me to explain....
->a thin wristband, water proof communicator - nokia is developing a wrist phone, so that means you will be wearing it together with your bling bling thingy, therefore wearable device maximizes posession...~~~i'm overdoing this right??....*blurrrr*....
->"we"...errmm.as in your readers of course...what else could "we" be right??...*phew*.....
~~bruce wayne
ayo...ya ka..
so, when r u getting a new one? ask one for your hantaran la.. I lost me pda before me wedding and gor huffy to give me one for me hantaran...
Qaty
Totally understand how you feel, me too very attached with my cell that i don't care that nobody called me... nobody eh? huaaa!!!
:((
hang in there buddy... o, can i call you buddy?
Jones: it's a free country, innit ;)
Qaty: shh! >:(
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