Yes, I confess it. I have been carrying it around two years of my life now.
You can't imagine WHAT it looks like! A hideous black thing with an orange light. =O I was so embarassed at first I never used to take it out of my bag. Then slowly, SLOWLY ( =P ) I became immune to the haunting, disgusted eyes that followed the ugly golden teeth fixed in my cell-phone's face. =/
It doen't even have a camera =(. Being optimistic *like my father*, it has ONE BIG QUALITY: It has never been stolen. (who would like to steal it? =P )
But what's the story behind my hideous cell-phone??
...It all started one horrible night...and ended soon enough (lol)...
My father had parked the car in a fairly busy street, and himself had gone to get some groceries from a nearby store. It was hot and the air was still. I rolled down the window, at the same instant, my sleek, beautiful monte played a little message alert. I took it in my hand and checked...a "test tomorrow" message from a friend...
Nearby, a bush rustled, I thanked God that some breeze was finally making its way...Hey, like NEVER, I was WROoNGGG...There was a shadow...and then a dark hand, with filth in the nails (lol :p ) that firmly grabbed my hand, and then the other one reached out for my precious cell-phone... =(
and...
...and
Oh, how cruel can you be, trying to get the OUCHIE part of the story out of me? =..S
Anyway, I decided that now, going to a medical school, i must request for something respectable from my parents.
But before I could utter my feelings of hatred for the black, ultimately monochromatic "communication device", my father asked me: "Beta, where is your mobile?You said there was a problem in the battery, d'ya mind if I take it to the shop and get it fixed for you?"
"YES I MIND" I wanted to scream, but managing a wry smile, I told him i would find it soon.
"It's LOST????" He was genuinely alarmed. :|
"Oh, must be somewhere in the house for sure." I replied carelessly and dashed to my room like thunder.
I talked to my sister about it. She had "an idea"...
We found it buried deep in the rubble of our little sister's toys. the back was lost and the exposed battery grinned at us.
"Lost it's underwear alright...=D" my sister joked. I poked her hard. "Get on with it!"
"Why me?It's your trouble, I gave you a completely ingenious idea, you do it." She held the cell=phone out to me...
...I took it, threw it to the ground, and stepped hard on it, and I mean HARD. (it means my foot hurt)
"Smash it! Smash it!" she told me, but it was no use. The thing seemed ABSOLUTELY IMMORTAL.
"What's goin' on here?" It was our father.
"Oh," I said, "I finally found the mobile, I'm trying to get some life into it. Trust me, it works." I beamed.
You can't imagine WHAT it looks like! A hideous black thing with an orange light. =O I was so embarassed at first I never used to take it out of my bag. Then slowly, SLOWLY ( =P ) I became immune to the haunting, disgusted eyes that followed the ugly golden teeth fixed in my cell-phone's face. =/
It doen't even have a camera =(. Being optimistic *like my father*, it has ONE BIG QUALITY: It has never been stolen. (who would like to steal it? =P )
But what's the story behind my hideous cell-phone??
...It all started one horrible night...and ended soon enough (lol)...
My father had parked the car in a fairly busy street, and himself had gone to get some groceries from a nearby store. It was hot and the air was still. I rolled down the window, at the same instant, my sleek, beautiful monte played a little message alert. I took it in my hand and checked...a "test tomorrow" message from a friend...
Nearby, a bush rustled, I thanked God that some breeze was finally making its way...Hey, like NEVER, I was WROoNGGG...There was a shadow...and then a dark hand, with filth in the nails (lol :p ) that firmly grabbed my hand, and then the other one reached out for my precious cell-phone... =(
and...
...and
Oh, how cruel can you be, trying to get the OUCHIE part of the story out of me? =..S
Anyway, I decided that now, going to a medical school, i must request for something respectable from my parents.
But before I could utter my feelings of hatred for the black, ultimately monochromatic "communication device", my father asked me: "Beta, where is your mobile?You said there was a problem in the battery, d'ya mind if I take it to the shop and get it fixed for you?"
"YES I MIND" I wanted to scream, but managing a wry smile, I told him i would find it soon.
"It's LOST????" He was genuinely alarmed. :|
"Oh, must be somewhere in the house for sure." I replied carelessly and dashed to my room like thunder.
I talked to my sister about it. She had "an idea"...
We found it buried deep in the rubble of our little sister's toys. the back was lost and the exposed battery grinned at us.
"Lost it's underwear alright...=D" my sister joked. I poked her hard. "Get on with it!"
"Why me?It's your trouble, I gave you a completely ingenious idea, you do it." She held the cell=phone out to me...
...I took it, threw it to the ground, and stepped hard on it, and I mean HARD. (it means my foot hurt)
"Smash it! Smash it!" she told me, but it was no use. The thing seemed ABSOLUTELY IMMORTAL.
"What's goin' on here?" It was our father.
"Oh," I said, "I finally found the mobile, I'm trying to get some life into it. Trust me, it works." I beamed.
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