Parable of the lost phone

Despite all the problems that I have I'm almost the happiest person on earth! I found my phone!!! More like the lecturer found it.

I dropped it in his room yesterday. When he was about to leave his room, he saw my phone lying on the floor. He said he knew it was mine because no one else went into his room. Here's the funny part... he go through my contact details on the database and found my contact number. Then he called the number from his office phone. Only later he realize that the phone he was holding (i.e. my phone) was ringing.

Tsk...all these academics...sometimes the study too much until the neglected basic common sense. Anyway, I got his email this morning. Hence, I'm reunited with my phone again!!!

Just pondering, if my phone has feelings, what would it say to me? Will it tell me that it's better off without me? Will he tell me that it misses me so much? Will it tell me that if I ever abuse it, it will run away again? Despite giving me its faithful services, I often abuse it by throwing it to the wall. To be honest, it's not even its fault when I was angry because someone else at the other end of the phone made me angry. But being physically close to me, it has to suffer my abuse. Poor phone. Please be patient ok? I didn't know how much I love you until I lost you for just one night.

As you can see, my phone and Alwin pretty much sharing the same fate. They suffered countless abuse from me even though it's not their fault. And then they realize that they need a break, so they decided to run away.

Now that I've got my phone back, I will never ever treat it the same way I did again. I'll appreciate it that it has serve me all it could. Losing my phone is like losing one of my limbs. I felt like a maim.

I guess my luck isn't that bad after all. Good luck is on its way. I just have to be patient.