C'est la vie :Lost my phone, and am too naive to think that the person picking it up will return it to me. Or pherhaps it may be stolen. I don't know. Maybe I really should be more careful and start appreciating the things happening all around. Now, I missed my radio function. I missed my phone to the bits. It's everything. Every moment I had spent with my phone seemed to be rewinding and playing back again and again. Every single moment. My joy, my happiness, my sadness, my burden, everything. The phone, seemed to be standing by me, watching me through every moment and every aspect of life. The times when I lie on my bed, secretly smsing pple late into the night. The times when my phone is my only entertainment source. The times when one phone call could have decided my fate (and my phone came to the rescue) the times when I secretly smsed in school... With it, I felt safe and protected. But now, vulnerable. Yet, I don't even appreciate it's prescence. I took it for granted that it is there. I didn't even bother to think how much more convenient it had made my life become and how much more interesting and wonderful my life had became. I keep complaining that 3 weeks ago, it cannot shut upand now couldn't even utter a single word. If not it would be the keypads.This also reminds me of how naive I am thinking that the person who had taken my phone would return it to me. Not possible. I should really be thankful to the uncle who had returned me the phone 6 mths ago. I owed the 6 months with my phone to that uncle. If not for him, I might have long lost my phone and had long cried over it. Half a year. I owed it to him. Yet I took his actions for granted. Only now did I learn to appreciate all these. My 8250, though no more radio, takes a long time to get to the signs I needed, small msg space, no more fanciful ringtones.... I still love it. Haha, one whole chunk of don't-know-what today. Shall blog other times.
lu
10:56 PM
