What a bummer ...!

My phone died on me today.  What a bummer!  I knew it was bad news the minute it turn off on me while I was scrolling through the apps.  I suspect it had to do with my water bottle leaking into the bag.  When dished phone out it was wet.  At least the screen was.  I though perhaps it was superficial.  Guess not at the rate it's refused revive despite my desperate efforts to dry it off.  It's been hair dried and now it's on the radiator in hopes that somehow by some miracle (Please God ... if it's not too much to ask...) it will all be fixed.  So far ... no good. :(

I didn't think a dead phone would affect me so much.  That iphone had taken very good care of me since I arrived in this country - making sure I didn't get lost (with google maps), giving me information at my finger tips, enabling me to book tickets for all sorts of things - from train rides to fast tracking queues into places of interests, sending family and friends postcards, keeping in touch with family and friends, taking pictures of significant events and places ... oh, it's done me so very much!  This, what I feel right now is a kind of bereavement.  BFL is so spot on!

So, here I am glumly typing away into this blog hoping for some sort of relief.  Admittedly am still harbouring mustard seeds of hope that perhaps it would all get better.  Somehow ... *sigh* Honestly, the faster I let go of those hopes, the quicker I'd move on and get over this setback.  It is admittedly a comparatively minor setback (compared to what I had gone through in the recent past).  Yet, it does not negate that sinking feeling.

I know, it is only a thing.  But oh so helpful wonderful device!  So much so without it one is lost - no maps, no contact list, no internet, no chats .. all modern device apps that has since become essential to modern day living.  I am admittedly, suffering from material bereavement.

I have to admit though, I have been lucky on two different occasion.  In my absentmindedness I've left my phone on the table: in the classroom and restaurant.  Places full of people - where one could have easily taken it and my phone gone for good.  But it came back to me on those occasions where am truly truly thankful. This has inevitably raised my respect for this new country of residence.  The people here are comparatively more honest and have more integrity than my country of origin.  I say that based on that one maddening year where I had my phone taken from me thrice!  Bewilderingly, all a familiar context - either the office or from my own place.

All water under the bridge now... In the mean time, *deep sigh* ... I'll soon get over it.  I hope that 'rice' tip would help with the phone somehow ...