mourning the death of a cellular phone...

No...my fone did not dive into a body of water like what Friend's fone did [although i sincerely wished that was my case, at least Friend got to have his fone repaired...]

And no, my fone did not jump a couple of stories [or more] high and get mashed up or something.

It was quite simple really. My fone's death I mean, one minute it was there the next thing I knew it wasn't. Just like death, one moment you're there alive and full of promise and whatnots, and the next you just... aren't.

Ok, back to my fone.

Yeah, I know I'm sooo "morbid" I'm equating losing my cellphone to actual death. Whatever. When you know that the next time you're gonna get a good-enough-cellphone is prolly by the time you get yourself your own job and buy it with you're own money, you're entitled to a little grief and mourning [ok, maybe I'm exaggerating about that buy-with-your-own paycheck part but I sure as hell know that my 'rentz won't be buying me a new fone anytime soon].

I am mentally kicking myself in the butt for my stupid mistake. God, was i dumb. Damn. Why me?

hahayz...

Well, as Sir Silot always say: "shit happens".

My Five Stages of Grief

1st stage. Denial.
"kayata naa raman toh ngari bah...*proceeds to empty entire contents of bag.* still no cellphone."

2nd stage. Anger.
"pisti man toh sya. yawaa sya! mayta mamatay tong giatay. leche!!! !@#$^&**^*()%##$"

3rd stage. Bargaining.
"*texts cellphone number. pleads w/ cellphone kawatan* *calls cellphone kawatan* one ring then no answer. grrr."

4th stage. Depression.
`endless eating and ingesting foods to keep mind off of the incident, nahan unta ko mag twiggen nya ni man ko kuygan sa ako kuya. rawr.
`sleeping instead of magstudy sa test nako sa philo kay na depressed nawala ang fone.
`wa naminaw sa discussion ni sir silot coz na sad. =<

^still in this stage^

5th stage. Acceptance.
`i have yet to reach this stage...