Day 2 of Coma.
MY IPOD MINI OF FOUR YEARS. DROPPED. INTO. THE TOILET BOWL.(!!!)
YESTERDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. :(
IM DAMN SADDDDD, ITS SPOILED NOWWWWWWWWWWW. :(
Dear Pod,
I am sorry, what can i say to express how dreadfully bad i feel. The feeling that grips my heart is indescribable. Watching you fall, into the bowl, was like watching my best friend get knocked down by a car, watching my own child commit a crime. It was all my fault. I should not have put you on the ledge, i should have held on to you tightly, I am sorry.
What more can i say to express my deep desire to turn clock around, and save you? I am sorry, Sorry for saving iPhone before you, sorry that i didnt put you first, when i should have.
Pod, thinking of how you looked, in your former glory, still brings tears into my eyes. You, lovely, gorgeous, pink Ipod mini. You were so excited about celebrating your upcoming 4th Birthday, and yet this misfortune had to happen. Many had laughed about you, mocked you, for being old, useless, redundant. Many called you names, Jacinth termed you the "ancient relic", many said you were fat, and of low capacity, useless, without any colour, without any latest applications, or videos. Without cool shaking functions.
Yet, i stood by you/ Many told me to sell you off, while the market for antiques was still going strong, while the recession hasnt hit the museum. But NO, i refused to.
You stood by me, Stood me by the sec 2 streaming exams, stood by my Olevel mugging times, walked me through the polka dotted fields, to the red, blue and gold land, where it would last ( ACS) forever. You stood me through tough times, all my emo bus rides, all my frantic last minute mugger days, you stoood by me. You celebrated with me through the good times. Flirted with me via sexyback, pussycat dolls, laughed me through the retarded, meaningless, and tuneless songs, worshipped with me through the hillsongs, touched me with the lovesongs, you were with me. You stood by me, all the four years, when i changed more than 4 phones, more than 14 wallets, you stood by me. You redefined loyalty in my life, sticking with me through thick and thin, of coourse, this had nothing to do with the fact that you never got stolen because no one probably wanted to steal you.
But you were precious, important, treasured.
I never credited you enough, i neglected you, when i got the newer iPhone, yet you are irreplacable. The iPhone isn't. The four years, we had counted for something, darling.
I am sorry.
But yes i hope you felt my love, when i did not hesitate AT ALL to rush down in one breath, and scoop you out of the filthy, UNFLUSHED bowl. But yet that 2 seconds, 2 seconds compared to four years, destroyed everything. You were gone, i could see the tears in your screen, screaming, why owner, why, did you push me down to hell?
And now, you're in a coma.
Wake up darling, Wake up, i miss you so.
The two days without you have been a torture, i feel so empty, so naked without you.
i realized, that nothing can replace you, not the iPhone, not a new ipod, nothing.
Come back to me darling, i dont want to send you for repair.
Darling, I've missed you.
Love,
Me.
pls: please keep Mr Pod in prayer, i believe in a full recovery.
P/P/S: Net was soooo awesome today, I'm really excited. :)
YESTERDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. :(
IM DAMN SADDDDD, ITS SPOILED NOWWWWWWWWWWW. :(
Dear Pod,
I am sorry, what can i say to express how dreadfully bad i feel. The feeling that grips my heart is indescribable. Watching you fall, into the bowl, was like watching my best friend get knocked down by a car, watching my own child commit a crime. It was all my fault. I should not have put you on the ledge, i should have held on to you tightly, I am sorry.
What more can i say to express my deep desire to turn clock around, and save you? I am sorry, Sorry for saving iPhone before you, sorry that i didnt put you first, when i should have.
Pod, thinking of how you looked, in your former glory, still brings tears into my eyes. You, lovely, gorgeous, pink Ipod mini. You were so excited about celebrating your upcoming 4th Birthday, and yet this misfortune had to happen. Many had laughed about you, mocked you, for being old, useless, redundant. Many called you names, Jacinth termed you the "ancient relic", many said you were fat, and of low capacity, useless, without any colour, without any latest applications, or videos. Without cool shaking functions.
Yet, i stood by you/ Many told me to sell you off, while the market for antiques was still going strong, while the recession hasnt hit the museum. But NO, i refused to.
You stood by me, Stood me by the sec 2 streaming exams, stood by my Olevel mugging times, walked me through the polka dotted fields, to the red, blue and gold land, where it would last ( ACS) forever. You stood me through tough times, all my emo bus rides, all my frantic last minute mugger days, you stoood by me. You celebrated with me through the good times. Flirted with me via sexyback, pussycat dolls, laughed me through the retarded, meaningless, and tuneless songs, worshipped with me through the hillsongs, touched me with the lovesongs, you were with me. You stood by me, all the four years, when i changed more than 4 phones, more than 14 wallets, you stood by me. You redefined loyalty in my life, sticking with me through thick and thin, of coourse, this had nothing to do with the fact that you never got stolen because no one probably wanted to steal you.
But you were precious, important, treasured.
I never credited you enough, i neglected you, when i got the newer iPhone, yet you are irreplacable. The iPhone isn't. The four years, we had counted for something, darling.
I am sorry.
But yes i hope you felt my love, when i did not hesitate AT ALL to rush down in one breath, and scoop you out of the filthy, UNFLUSHED bowl. But yet that 2 seconds, 2 seconds compared to four years, destroyed everything. You were gone, i could see the tears in your screen, screaming, why owner, why, did you push me down to hell?
And now, you're in a coma.
Wake up darling, Wake up, i miss you so.
The two days without you have been a torture, i feel so empty, so naked without you.
i realized, that nothing can replace you, not the iPhone, not a new ipod, nothing.
Come back to me darling, i dont want to send you for repair.
Darling, I've missed you.
Love,
Me.
pls: please keep Mr Pod in prayer, i believe in a full recovery.
P/P/S: Net was soooo awesome today, I'm really excited. :)