They say you never know how precious something is to you until the day it is taken away from you. As far as I am concerned for the past couple of days, this is too bloody right. Too damn bloody right.
You may have read about my freaky friday where my phone was sent to the service center for repairs. It took me just a few hours to realize that I have succumbed to a special form of PSTD, otherwise known as Phoneless Traumatic Stress Disorder. Let me highlight a couple of incidents that made me feel like my life was a living hell.
Friday night. It was one of those night that I decided to eat out. I was running a few errands for the new house related stuff and it made no sense to make a detour home to cook and then come back out.
Usually, when I dine alone, my smartphone is my best friend. I would load one of my many eBooks and read it while waiting for my meal to be served. I was not able to do it this time, and boy it was boring. It was bloody boring! I just sat there, staring around, fidgeting, making eye contact with a few other patrons and get embarrassed over it, and then went back to fidgeting and generally just feeling uncomfortable until my meal arrived.
To avoid the stupid car park jam, I always arrive at the Queensbay Mall before 11AM on Saturdays to do my grocery shopping. I had an appointment for something at 2PM, so I thought I should catch a movie in between.
Buying tickets is supposed to be a simple process. I launch the Golden Screen Cinema app, go to FasTicket, select my seat and pay through Paypal. All done in a matter of minutes. Until I realized I don’t bloody have a phone. Crap!
No matter, I’ll just buy the ticket online and memorize the Confirmation ID and collect my tickets on the Express Lane at the cinema. It went well until the payment section. Since I was using a Maybank credit card, the system needed to send a security code to my phone as confirmation. And I don’t bloody have my phone with me. Fuck!
In the end, I did the thing that I have been laughing at ever since I start using a smartphone. I queued up with a bunch of jokers to buy a movie ticket, and get assigned a random seat instead of selecting my own seat. Fuck queuing! Fuck random seats! Fuck my life without a phone!!
As I was leaving the mall, I saw some nice Halloween decoration. Maybe I should snap some photos and make a blog post about them. Reached for my left pocket and found no phone. Damn!
The ear infection gave me physical agony. The PSTD gave me mental agony that in my opinion, far exceeds the physical agony. Okay, I am probably exaggerating, both are equally anguish inducing in their own unique ways.
My phoneless life lasted for 25 hours. I officially handed over my phone for repairs at 2.30PM-ish on Friday. I got myself a substitute phone at 3.30PM-ish on Saturday.
I promise, I was not actively hunting for a replacement phone. I am not that crazy to waste a couple hundred bucks to get a gadget that I will only use for a few days. This purchase happened by accident. I swear to Buddha!
You see, I had wanted to get myself a new mouse. The old mouse was getting cranky, sometimes I move the mouse left but the cursor goes right. Sometimes the left click doesn’t work, sometimes one click from the finger becomes triple clicks on the screen.
So I brought my car to a car wash near Bukit Jambul Complex and made my way to the mall by foot. I needed to wash the car anyway, and this got me sort of a free 40 minutes parking.
As I was making my way towards the computer section, I walked pass a mobile phone shop and spotted a nostalgic looking phone. It was small, had a keypad, and looked like a toy. When I saw the price tag, I was shocked! It was kind of… cheap. So I stopped by the shop and asked to check it out. Then I asked for a discount and got one. I paid on the spot and got a new little box to carry.
It is not a smartphone. It does not have Android, and it does not have a built in camera. It is just a small, old school mobile phone.
The reason I was attracted to this phone is because it looked and felt like a toy phone that I saw in London’s O2 shop many years back that was selling for £10. I always regretted not buying it back then. Now I have a similar looking one 😀 . It was a good buy too. The moment I inserted my SIM card, I got 3 notifications of missed calls from the landlord. I wonder what he wants now…