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2nd on the right and straight on till morning
I'm Lmy.

❃

never thought I'd say this

Tuesday, December 20, 2011



I feel insecure without my phone.

Always could live without it, i.e preferred calling/meeting/snail mail to texting
And I used to have a really MIA phone/line all the time so I kinda got used to not having a functioning mobile thing on me

And then.... grew reliant on technology.
Phone is now alarm clock, camera, music player, idea recorder, place for unformed thoughts to go, stalking device, paperweight, etc etc etc


Now that it's gone(almost)
It's like my secretary/assistant resigned and I lost a finger

So today this nice shiny little rectangular thing got wet + soaked
And stupid me tried shaking it, switching it on and off and blowing with hairdryer.
ALL OF THE THINGS, to my horror, THAT GOOGLE SAID NOT TO DO.
(Just incase you needed to know, this is what you should do.)


My heart just went ohmygod kill me now and now it's sitting on top of my fridge in a sea of silica gel and rice in my last attempt to save it.
Please wake up I will never treat you like crap or drop you again and
promise to give you a nice new shiny screen protector and you will look like king
Just wake up PLEASE


For now, I'm back to a plastic alarm clock, and a good old book to tide me over awkward toe-staring eye-contact-avoiding mornings on the MRT.

And if the MRT stops and I have no means to contact anyone....................













credits: skinofrazorfluxflickr / razorflux / xstacy