I never dreamed that she will come into my life. Not a single bit. But one day, she just suddenly barged into the scene and i was forced to replace the one I was with. I was forced to love her. And I never thought I will.
But i eventually did.
She became a part of my everyday life. My day will never be complete without seeing her. But when I realized that she is slowly deteriorating, we just tried to just cherish the time we have for each other. A month ago, I found out her vestibulocochlear functons are not available anymore.Her skin was shedding. And by the first impression, you'd definitely say she has little time to live.
And yesterday, August 18, 2009... She suddenly passed away.
Her name is O2 XDA Atom. And she has been my phone for more than a year. She was given to me as a gift from my Dad after they went to Malaysia. That forced me give up my nokia what's-her-name, but that doesnt mean I loved her right away.
She was stubborn at first. Unfriendly. And drains very early. And bulky. And touch screen.My first touch screen phone. I forced myself to like her. And love her. And I did... And in time, i realized, I love her so much. She wakes me up everyday, faithfully. And sometimes she's considerate that she let's me snooze 15 minutes more. She has an incredibly huge memory. She can make me surf the net. Record sounds. Watch porn. Play games.
She she had always been there for me. Everytime I study fo exams, she stayed awake with me. Papansin siya minsan, sometimes i'd throw her inside my drawer or cabinet so that i won't get distracted by her seductive looks. But at the end of the day, I'd still pull her out so that she could sleep beside me.
She had been witness to some of my love stories. To some of my glorious moments. To my bittermost defeat. To my healing. To the Me that's growing up. And to the new people that I meet, when i get their numbers. She has seen it all. I'm gonna miss the way people avoid my phone kung makikitext because she's sooo difficult to use. too hot to handle. I'll miss the way I have to charge her every 12 hours. The way she vibrates rigorously during silent mode. It arouses me, just kidding.
So many memories. I even kept a special folder inside for special messages from special people. The last ones were from Tin Pagala, Van Solon, and Caryl Paragua. Fresh from the Days weekend. Whenever I feel down, I just open that folder named, "life long bonds", and out comes the best text messages I received in my entire life, when Geli asked me to be the R of 70, when all my staffers were saying thank you, when Shen said 'sorry kuya', when Jhun said,"u passd!", when my Dad said, "I'm proud of you", the list goes on and on... and on. There couldve been more, but her lifespan is just until here.
then there's also one folder that's named: "That thing they call..." and it's full of the best love quotes I have compiled. And yes, it's named that way because Love is taboo for me... "the thing they called... Love." Because there are times I don't believe in it. Love? It's magic? and all that crap? There are times that I doubt love. that I doubt myself. But whenever i open that folder, it reminds me of Hope. Hope that there is Love. and that folder is kept on my phone, so that in that way, I'd always bring hope. and Hopefully, Love.
And then there's my contacts for the Business. The standard text message of, "thank you for depositing, i'm so excited to meet you na po with weekend to accomodate you sa beachouse", or, "the account number is 5766888xx BPI family bank. Please text me right away pag nasa bank na po sila at nadeposit na po so that i can reserve the rooms na for you" God it sucks losing it all.
And my contacts. All meticulously classified. "Ginel Faustino.Med", "Nina Dela Cruz.Bio", "Joyce.Stanger", naming Depends on where or how I met them. Don't get me started on the Days people. Each of them has DWTL in front of them, then their name, surname, and batch number... Then all of them are classified under "BIL", or "Staffers",or "Sexy Seventy", "Batch 54" for the easy group sending. And SJ brods. "SJ-UP Omar Sana", "SJ-AS Krish", "SJ Jappy Castillo I1-07", by chapter and by batch.
Oh jesus. It's sinking in. She's gone. My phone is gone.
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But then again, I'd get a new phone. Probably second hand or maybe a new one. As long as she can text, group text, and she can call, I'll be cool with her. It may take some time for me to get over with my old one. But I'm sure I will. Wounds heal. Just give it time. And the given the necessary compensatroy mechanisms and coagulation factors, the healing will speed up...
And eventually, the new Phone will have a story of her own. She will be loved, and she will Love me like the one before her, or hopefully more. We'd store priceless memories, and we'll beat the memories that the previous has made. She will keep numbers of many friends, old and newm and some more special than the others. She will be there on my Pharma nights, she'll be there when I celebrate. She will be loved. She will be known to be mine, and mine alone, and she will know no one aside from me. She will tuck me in at night, at wake me up afterm she will have longer snooze time, she will be more resistant to my clumsiness. She would understand. She will be loved.
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So as this Eulogy ends, so will my mourning do. But one day, when I look back, I know, there would be nobody like my O2. Nobody like her. Nobody nobody but you (clapclap clapcap) Nobody nobody but you (clapclap clapcap.) (nyak)
Goodbye. and thank you for being a great phone.
"2 Unread Messages" - last words niya
