I lost my mobile phone last night. My phone for over 2 years. My old, battered, yet still very functional N70 which Mum gave me for my 18th birthday. It might have fallen out of my pocket when I was on a jeepney on my way home. I've been planning to get a new phone for quite some time now, but never did it cross my mind that my N70 will be like a sacrificial lamb, or whatever. I'm still a bit depressed with its loss. I've had too many experiences with that phone. I've gone through a lot of happy and sad events with it. I even use it for compositions and blogs, for crying out loud.
With its loss, I feel like a chunk of me went down the bin as well. It's like a certain part of me became loose and immediately fell off, what's worse is that it's nowhere to be found. I guess it's safe to say that I was, and still am, attached to it.
Last photo in which my Phone is included (November 7, 2008, Cafe Antonio)
2 comments:
that's just sad. :(
yeah. but on a lighter note, i'm gonna get a new one. haha.
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