Thursday, March 18, 2010

I had a Sony Ericsson phone that I liked pretty much, but it was starting to annoy me because it hung every now and then, and occasionally, my sms-es wouldn't get sent out. Besides, the battery had started to get run low very quickly. So when my phone contract was up, I bought a new phone, a sleek and snazzy-looking red-and-black LG New Chocolate.

But it was the crappiest phone I had ever used. Not only was it very user unfriendly, it malfunctioned to boot.

I began to miss my old phone. It felt like I had ditched an old lover for a new one, who looked really good but turned out to be bad in bed.

Eventually, the new phone gave me so much trouble, I decided to cut the pain and go back to my old phone.

When I turned on my old phone, I realised that I hadn't deleted any of the old sms-es in there. As I read them, a familiar nostalgia rushed over me. It was like reading old love notes from the old lover.

My Sony Ericsson, I repent. I will never cheat on you again.

Till death do us part.

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