I own a handphone....do I?

Haha...Chong Shen, you've finally become what I once was. Bordering between lameness and crapness. So, I suppose your friends now complain about your jokes being lame but miss you the instant you grow silent. You have come a loooong way from "Randy, can you be quiet? I'm trying to do my work here." You know, I can't help but think that you are some sort of my creation. Just like the mad scientist created Frankenstein. And speaking of ironically cruel twist of fate, I became you! Being quiet most of the time with a book in hand. I bet no one saw this coming!!!

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I assume that most of you own a handphone or mostly, your handphone own you. Have you ever been in a situation where you are out and realize that you left your handphone in the house? Then you just stop in your tracks and stand there thinking whether you should turn back to retrieve your phone or just go on (proves that you are dependent of your phone and that you can survive for one day without it). Well, it happened to me.

All my life....well, from age 17 anyway... I have been ignorant of my handphone, taking it for granted that it is just another accessory to decorate our already colourful life. I never took it too seriously....which practically means that I don't care too much about having a few scratches here and there. BUT...but never did I know, that once you buy a handphone, it possesses your soul and jealously cling to you, refusing to share space for any other thing. Much like the black stuff in Spiderman 3. Can't live without it, won't leave without it.

Yesterday, I was up at 6 in the morning, I had an appointment at 9 in Tokyo and the train ride there takes 2 hours. So, being influenced by the Japanese sense of godly punctuality, I arrived at the station at 6.40 to board a 6.50 train. And it was then when I realize...."Oh shit! I left my phone in my room!!" ....it takes about 30 minutes to make a round trip so it dawned upon me that I have either go through all the trouble just to get it, or "fuck it!! Who's gonna call me anyway?". Meaning to keep my appointment, I forget about the idea of having to cycle back and went on to board the train....NOT!!
You see, that moment, I realise that I'm one of the many suckers who couldn't bear THE BIG QUESTION OF LIFE. And that's precisely "Who's gonna call me??". With anxiety biting down in my ass, I cycled back with a hollow feeling knowing that My Phone Owns Me. Know what? They ought to name this as MPOM syndrome.....a message to the many philosophers who is still pondering the meaning of life, "Look in your gawd damn pockets!!!!!"

Sigh...so, yeah...my phone is the most important thing thing in my life. Lose my wallet, I still have money in my bank and I can always buy a new wallet....but lose my handphone, losing that contact list could mean the end of the world. Sigh...and double sighs....I guess that if anyone ask me to choose between my handphone and oxygen, I would no doubt choose the obvious one.............................oxygen....What? I know that it contradicts with the mood that I (deliberately) set for the this blog but, who on earth would choose handphone over breathing air? That's just plain stupid don't you think?


Well anyway, yeah....I'm a sucker and a slave to the most own electronic gadget on earth.