Never return

Hmmm.. I just lost my expensive mobile phone a week ago. (Expensive because I used my own money to pay for it, unlike the other preceding things I own.)

It was probably stolen after I've misplaced it. I mean, for such a good device, the chances are slim that someone would let go of it when it's free. Strange thing was, I did not even cry, rather, I had no time to cry or be sad because I kept on thinking where I might have left it or trying to remember the point where it specifically vanished. I'm obsessive-compulsive so I tend to rewind things in my head a lot. But there was not even a bit of memory, when and where, my hand let go of it. Must've been destined to be that way.

That was quite a shock horror that it stammered me to my feet. I had to sleep through the tragedy to 're-align' my thoughts so I can think clearly to settle my other responsibilities. What a horror show, but I'm not the kind who would dwell so much on sadness of what had happened, especially when it's partly my fault for being careless- a rare attribute when handling my gadgets. 'Tis a lesson to be learned, for sure.

It feels like being left by your boyfriend who you have spent so much time admiring and yet the affection is never returned back. I loved it, admired it, paraded it, felt like I've won a trophy; but I guess when it's time for things to disappear, we just have to gently let go of it. Shame on me.

Thus, I've moved on with whatever I can get through with for the moment. This 'after party' gave me a hint of a new beginning, inspite of the big loss, I'm looking forward to it. I've lost so many precious contacts and it's so difficult to re-build the 5-6 years of network I've established. Right now I've only less than 10 people in my phonebook. Though it looks like I've moved on really well, I actually feel the loss even until now, so I guess it's going to be a slow recovery. In other words, I'm just so damn lazy to ask for your numbers back lahhh! Ceh.

Take care.