the demise of any mobile phone pagan owns

Yesterday. Yesterday I lost my phone. AGAIN. Yes, again. I think it’s the… 6th time? 8th?

I first realized my phone was missing when I was sitting in a meeting room with a bunch of movers-n-shakers ladies waiting for the chair to arrive. There was really no point going back to the waiting room which I sat for about 1 hour waiting for the meeting to commence, really, as I knew it in my heart that it will be gone. Just like it was no point pointing out to all the very helpful staff, who helped me searched high and low for it by the way, that my phone is nicely bundled up in the sweet-pinky-fluffy-too girly-phone pouch that I just bought in Times which one couldn’t possibly miss. I mean, that’s why they stole it at first place isn’t it.

Oh yes, I forgot, I put my phone on silence, thereby killing any possible chance to ever find it again. I was going in to a meeting, wasn’t I?

First, it was rage. How could anyone be so stupid to grab a lousy samsung – not forgetting the cutest pink phone pouch – and not return back to the pretty gal who didn’t notice it fell off her bag?

Secondly, it was terror and then rage. All the information and pictures and music and contacts and the lovey-dovey SMSes that JC sent to me were GONE! Hmm… no, I don’t have any nude pictures inside it. Thank God. I mean, how can ANYONE be so INSENSITIVE?!

Then, it was a feeling of helplessness. Losing touch with the whole world, i.e. fingers-reaching list of good friends, family, lover, workmates, and vendors isn’t a great sensation unless you are in a monatory trying to sort out your life. And I had no one to call to and tell them I’ve lost my phone – albeit again, and no way to channel my anger and frustration. What an irony.

To get even better, my internet connection cocked up on me when I arrived home and tried to do a shoutout in gmail, msn and facebook that I lost my phone. The sense of soliditary gets keener. My hormones were deeply affected as I was feeling PMSy anyway.

After all that, I mean after 24 hours without the phone, I was trying to feel ‘Zen’ about it. No phone, no connection, no interaction, no bother. I tried, but failed. I felt shitty the whole day and still am. And I feel very, very, absolutely lonely.

Makes me wonder if losing a mobile nowadays is equivalent or worse than losing a lover.

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