Don exclaimed loudly last night, “You bought a new phone!”. I gave him a bewildered look until he continued, “You never blog about it. How I know ah?“.
Ok. My friends and I don’t talk anymore. They rely on this blog to catch up on my latest happenings. If that’s indeed the case, would it be of any interest to anyone that I’ve been gobbling an unusually high amount of fibre since I came back from Hong Kong, because I, erm… haven’t been using as much toilet paper as I should have when I was there?
Back to the phone purchase… I was really happy with my Nokia N95. I got it shortly before my great big fall last year. Yes, it went into the drain with me. It would have entered the operating theatre with me if not for the fact that no electrical items were allowed in there. (I wouldn’t be conscious to take pictures with the 5megapixel camera anyway.) It’s so sturdy that I didn’t blink an eyelid when I dropped it again and again and again and again.
Then, my friends were starting to mock at my dear N95. The paint had started to peel, and there were more and more scratches, no thanks to my chor lor ness. And you know what, my N95 had a life of its own! Five minutes after I told Andrew I was likely to join him in the iPhone club, the N95 refused to deliver any SMSes! I rebooted the phone repeatedly and tried resending SMSes in different parts of the island, but the phone simply refused to work! It was displaying a furious fit of jealousy, I think.
Anyway, I went to a Hello! store the same night. The Singtel people received a call 30 minutes before my arrival, “Cruz Teng is coming just before closing time to get a white 16GB iPhone. Let him cut the queue!“.
I love its sleekness.
I love the downloaded applications.
I love how it sync’ed with my MacBook within seconds.
I hate its keypad.
I hate how I have to totally concentrate while typing SMSes.
The current buzzword between the bestest friend and myself is “Farm”. I meant to say “what the fark“, and the phone corrected the word to “farm” just before I pressed the ’send’ button.
I’m going to chuck this iPhone if I “farm” somebody one more time.