After dutifully serving me for 11 or so months, my phone was stolen (the details are still too painful to reminisce...stupidity was involved). The trauma and pain was unbearable as i realised i lost over 700 stored messages (i reach the 700th on the night before it was stolen), 170+ contacts, so many details and reminders for the months ahead in my calender and so many pictures. Gone...and replaced with infinite frustration!!! Not to mention my plan runs for quite a while longer too.
In my life there are three material possessions which i prize most importantly. My wallet, my phone and my watch...if i'm out of the house without one it feels very odd, as if i'm un-balanced. As my sister has often remarked on my dependency on my phone, it shows in the last two days when work couldn't contact me and i couldn't contact others.
This is also why i've not been answering my phone...duh.
I need my phone ASAP. Whoever has my phone now i wish you misery and suffering and everything you taste will be week-old sundried tofu. I don't care how shallow i sound, it was my PHONE!!!
Then as i went to do my timetable for next semester i realised i got a lecture clash. Stupid Company Law...
What a sucky week.
From A-la-la-la-n Chung