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New Phone. New Year.
Bitched on: Sunday, January 06, 2008
Time: 1/06/2008 12:20:00 AM
Disclaimer: The last thing I want to sound like in this entry is a spoilt brat who is ungrateful and rotten.Time: 1/06/2008 12:20:00 AM
I bought a new phone. N81.
My contract was expiring so I happened to pass by one of those StarHub service shops and I happened to walk in and then walked out with a new phone and a few hundred dollars poorer. (I gave my N73 to my Daddy.)
While I was extremely ecstatic about getting the N73 the last time, the lack of 'preparation' and knowledge of the new phone didn't stir half as much excitement.
Well yeah, its a good phone; it has a damn good stereo, large memory space for tonnes of music, large screen, decent 2 Megapixels camera, plays crystal-clear videos (DVD-quality), plays N-Gage games, has a nice design (its a slider!)... it has almost everything that I can ask for in a phone... its just, I'm not in 'love' with it.
Something is just not right.
Maybe the phone isn't 'me'.
I remember the last time when I saw N73 when it first came out.
I told myself, "I have to get my hands on the phone..."
Ohh... The 3.2 megapixels camera on that phone could make any cam-whore like yours truly fantasize (at that time)...
And then it was (still is) N95... I love the 5 megapixels on that baby...
Now that's a fantasy...
Just that the 2 megapixels on the N81 is just so... you know... it feels like you're downgrading... *cue to slap this spoilt brat*
(complaint, after complaint, after complaint; only know how to complain...)
Man, I am sure spending a lot of money the past month. And I foresee many more spending sprees in the future. I need to buy a laptop (I have my eyes on this HP model, dunno what's the model number) and a new camera (I am set to buy the Olympus 560).
And my wardrobe for the States this May is only half bought...
Sigh...
My life, as I know it, is over!
*another cue to slap this crazy bitch to his senses*
Related Entry: New Phone! New Nose?
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New Phone! New Nose?
Bitched on: Saturday, December 23, 2006
Time: 12/23/2006 11:52:00 PM
Bloggers Note: Entry contains graphic and 'gory' images. Time: 12/23/2006 11:52:00 PM
Santa Claus came early this year.
Cause... I got myself a new phone!!!
And I so love the phone! Finally after 2 months (or so) of using that primitive phone (since that horrific snatch theft incident... a minute of silence... sob sob...), I've finally found the perfect phone for me!
N73!!!
Here's what's so good about the phone, everything!!!
Its not just a handphone (or a cell phone or a mobile...), its also a 3.2 megapixel camera with Carl Zeiss optics that can provide vivid photo quality for prints up to 10'' x 8. And that is so damn important for a camera whore like myself. There is also an built-in flash which will leave you temporary blinded for some time (I kid you not!). Plus it has auto-focus (*gasp*... so say goodbye to shaky shots!) There's also another camera at the front for its 3G functions. And all your shots (or 'crystal clear' videos) are beautifully framed in its 2.4'' viewfinder.
Some of my first few shots... (FYI my hair is not that blonde in person)
Plus, its built-in digital music player and stereo speakers are so loud!!!
There are other 'normal' functions like 3G, RealPlayer, radio, calculator, BlueTooth, Infra-red, web connection and stuff. And with new functions like Nokia Lifeblog and Flikr, blogging and uploading pictures are merely a mouse click away! Even bloggers like Mr Brown, Adrianna and Chubby Hubby are using it (see here).
I feel like I'm helping Nokia promote the handphone.. lol...
Well, the phone itself is a decent-looking candy-bar phone.
And since its close to Christmas, its a friggin steal!!!
Well, guess I'm not the only one with an early present, Wendy a.k.a Xiaxue from 'Xiaxue.blogspot.com -Everyone's reading it' got herself a brand new nose.
Courtesy of the producers from 'Girls Out Loud'.
The show is probably the best thing from local TV since... erm... ever(?). It kinda reminds me of 'The Simple Life' (Ros is Paris, Wendy is Nicole, naturally) with a bit (just a lil' bit) intelligence, some brattish pranks and a whole load of bitchiness.
I simply adored last week's episode with Miss Izzy a.k.a SPG. I was tickled silly when Ros said she loved Miss Izzy's accents, all three of them (that was like a slap to her face lah...). And they further cornered her into admitting she talks to herself (poor girl must have no friends) to perfect her made-up (mix-and-match) accent. Someone pass me the tissue please, I'm tearing (from rolling on the floor laughing, not because of her 'sob story'). Haha... Stupid delusional people!
Pictures from xiaxue.blogspot.com
So back to her new nose. Wendy said she wanted a new nose and the show could follow her surgery... So it would be FOC (free-of-charge) then.
Smart girl... Cunning.
But this coming from someone who was 'slaughtering' Dawn Yang for her alleged plastic surgery (or surgeries...). There are more pictures of Wendy's surgery in this week's '8 Days' issue (FYI, the big-sized edition of '8 Days' magazine also has a 2007 calender... nice...).
Related Entries:
Dawn Yang: Revisited
Estatic about Aesthetic Surgery
Estatic about Aesthetic Surgery: Revisited
Last words: My sister got the U-Zap thingy (like what Fiona Xie uses on those commercials). And I'm having a blast with it. On the spare tire around the waist, on my thighs and calves.
On my head (warning: causes headaches) and neck (really not recommended, painful as hell).
Hopefully my gut disappears before school reopens.
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still.
Bitched on: Saturday, September 30, 2006
Time: 9/30/2006 02:32:00 AM
Thanks for the overwhelming e-mails of support as well as those words of encouragement on my tagboard...Time: 9/30/2006 02:32:00 AM
But to those who deemed this all too melodramatic and think that I was overreacting, SCREW YOU.
Just wait till this happens to you.
Lets see you try not to lose your composure or nerves.
Or that you won't be left shaking in your knees.
I know it has been a few days but I still keep having horrific flashbacks everytime I hear a bike.
This, along with other things like the sight of a handphone or (get this) a 'mat'!
I can't help it but these seemingly insignificant things will just trigger all the bad memories.
And it was worst just after that incident, back at my hotel room. I had asked my friend to throw an empty can of soft drink away for me.
So I extended my hand with the can to him. And when he was about to take it away, all those feelings kept rushing into me.
Like it was deja vu minus everything else...
I was so shaken I almost dropped the can.
And its hard to completely erase all these irrational fears when the absence of my phone kepts reminding me of it.
Cause I depend on my phone for almost everything.
I use it to see the time (I hate wearing watches).
I use it to take impromptu snapshots of things I find nice (I'm a photographing 'weirdo').
I use its alarm clock function and calender.
And I have to use its reminder function very often.
Heck, I even depend on the phone's calculator.
Not to mention, I have been uncontactable since the day I came back to Singapore.
And I'm not intending to get another phone anytime soon though my family members have been bugging me to get one.
(And I'm also sick of my sisters' constant jibes at me about my 'stupidity' and my crying episode.)
Just let me wallow in self-pity and leave me alone.
I just need a time-out from having a phone.
And I'm still traumatised...
PS: See here for pictures of my trip to Kuala Lumpur.
Some of the camera-whoring pictures really made my day (pre-theft, of course).
Like these street-fighter ones;
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My Traumatic Holiday
Bitched on: Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Time: 9/27/2006 03:31:00 PM
Two bikers with their pillion riders, rode into the junction of the famed square, U-turned and waited to pounce.Time: 9/27/2006 03:31:00 PM
Friday, 22/09/06, 1850hrs on Daddy's car heading to NUS (National University of Singapore), Singapore.
Mum: Are you sure you brought everything? Your passport?
Me: Yes... (changing the subject) Daddy, can you give me your phone's SIM card? That number has auto roaming right? You can call me with that number if anything happens.
(I fiddled with his phone to remove the SIM card...It was really starting to give me travel sickness; and I was about to give up trying)
Dad: Why don't you just bring my phone and use it over there?
Me: The camera in my phone is better. And I need to use it. I might need to take pictures of buildings over there. Oh, finally the card is out.
Mum: Remember to call back every night.
(If only I did all those things...)
2210hrs at my studio. (NUS School of Design (SDE), Architecture faculty)
A friend: What do you think of this phone? I will buy it once its on offer.
(he passed me the new ad from Singtel on phone offers)
Me: Nice. The other one is better, I think. I really need to buy a new phone. Getting harder to press the 9.
Saturday, 23/09/06, 0710hrs, at NUS.
From there we headed down to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
Monday, 25/09/06, 1810hrs at the Berjaya Times Square Shopping Centre's indoor theme park, Kuala Lumpur.
(while on the roller coaster ride, I kept looking at my pocket, worried my phone might drop out. Now come to think of it, I wouldn't have minded it plunging down during the ride)
1915hrs still at Berjaya Times Square Shopping Centre about to head down to Pertaling Street (Chinatown).
(Seperated from some of my friends and frustrated at waiting for them, I sent one of them an SMS)
Me: he (backspace backspace) he (backspace backspace, presses hard on the '9') where the hell are o (backspace, again pressing the '9' button hard) you guys? (presses '9' hard) We are (again) waiting for u here.
Note to myself: I should get a new phone.
2030hrs at Pertaling Street.
I clutched my sling back in front of me as I jostled with the crowd at the extremely packed night bazaar, checking my pockets once in a while for my wallet and phone.
2230hrs.
My friends and I decided that the guys were going to walk back to our hotel because we were broke after the shopping at the street. And the girls can take a cab back.
2300hrs.
My guy friends and I decided to pass by Dataran Merdeka to take quick snapshots of the Dataran Merdeka buildings.
My camera battery had died. Crap.
2315hrs at Dataran Merdeka (Independance Square).
My friends and I were happily snapping pictures of the buildings like the Abdul Samad Building etc. with our camera phones by the roadside. We reached a junction at the corner of the square.
2324hrs
Friend: I think we should head back.
Me: Gimme a sec, let me finish off this last row of buildings.
2325hrs.
A bike passed by us, from our right, too close for comfort. I grabbed my friend whom I thought would be in the way.
Unfazed, I brought my camera phone up to snap my last picture of the building which coincidentally I thought was ugly but had to take a picture of it nevertheless.
2325hrs and 1 second later.
A second bike rode pass us, again, close to us... close to me...
and the pillion rider snatched my phone from my hand.
I stood there shocked.
See The Aftermath.
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The Aftermath.
Time: 9/27/2006 03:25:00 PM
(See My Traumatic Holiday before proceeding.)Having 'lost' a phone on the bus and having someone snatching it away from your very hand are so different.
God, I felt his hand on my hand. I did...
All the time after he took my phone, I was thinking I had to wash my hands. To wash away the stink on my hand.
I felt his filthy stealing hand on my right hand. I felt filthy...
Furthermore, I saw my phone being snatched away from my hand, right in front of my face.
I saw him about to drop my phone but managed to catch it at the last minute.
I saw that he was wearing orange... Orange.
And I saw him speed of with my phone... just like that.
Now, I can't close my eyes without my mind replaying all that.
I can't sleep without 'seeing' it.
Its like a nightmare.
Its just a handphone, I know. You can always get a new one.
My family and friends have been consoling and jokingly telling me that its a good excuse to get a new phone.
I know...
Its not just that. He snatched something away from me. Its not just a phone. Its something non-physical. Something emotional. He took away my sense of security.
I feel so scared now if I'm left alone.
I had to have my non-Muslim friend accompany me down to the hotel's restaurant for sahur (early morning breakfast for Muslims who are fasting during the day) at 3 o'clock the morning after.
I was really scared to go down on my own, something I did alone for the last two mornings .
I have become so paranoid.
I am starting to look at Malaysians especially Malays differently now.
I know I shouldn't. But I can't help it.
I look at them with so much hate.
Yes.
I hated every single Malays... Mats. Mat motors...
How could they do this? To one of them? I hated them all.
I am sure this is just a passing phase. At least I hope so, otherwise I can't look into a mirror without hating myself.
I know not all Malaysians are like that.
There are the kind people just like the taxi driver who comforted me as we headed back to our hotel (post-theft) and the chambermaid who folded my clothes and left them nicely on the table.
Heck, I have a lot of Malaysian friends.
And I don't hate you. But its just... fear and disgust.
Hell, it could have been an Indonesian in the first place. People from my mum to the tour guide to the taxi driver were speculating that it was a foreign worker. I don't care, Indon or Malaysian... someone stole my phone!
And I am so fearful of bikes now. Sounds silly, I know. But everytime I hear one passing by, my heart skips a beat. My face pales. I am that traumatised...
You will never know how I feel unless you have been robbed or you were a victim of some other crime.
Its not just having something stolen from you. Its not only the materialistic thing.
There is this tremendous sense of lost, hopelessness, fear, disgust and regret.
Its a feeling that you have been violated...
I feel so victimised. So cowardly.
I used to imagine myself kicking the ass of anyone who would harm me or my family.
I had imagined myself doing some flying kicks and kungfu chops against the perpetrators, some serious ass-kicking.
But now, all that is gone.
And I went to KL, thinking I know it like the back of my hand.
But now, I don't.
KL is dead to me now.
I know it sounds dramatic but I will never step into Malaysia ever... Or anywhere out of Singapore for that matter.
I am a victim of a crime. Something I wouldn't have imagined I would be. I took Singapore's low crime rate for granted. And I thought it would be the same everywhere... (I know Singapore is far from being a safe haven but I haven't had anyone I know gone through anything like that here)
I know its just a handphone.
But I would feel just as crappy if he took an old phone or a lollipop for that matter!
He took something of mine.
So many things went through my mind when that phone left my hand into his in that split second.
But yet I was able to think rationally.
I was thinking clearly enough to think of ways to stop that motherf#cker from getting away.
I wanted to fling something at him. Anything.
I wanted to fling my sling bag but my mind was sensible enough to reason that if he caught my bag, there goes my digital camera too.
I had thought of flinging my plastic bags (of tees I just bought at Pertaling Street earlier) but the bags were twisted around my wrist.
I had thought of giving chase, but my legs were not responding. I just stood there, hoping the phone would slip out of his hand (which almost did).
I was hoping he would drop the phone onto the ground. I would rather the phone fall on the hard road, the last wheel running over the phone than him stealing it.
I was clearheaded enough to try to look at the license plate but my contact lenses were kinda blurry. And it was dark.
Nasty as this sounds, I had hoped the bike would get knocked down as the bike turned into the mainroad from the bend. A fatal accident... Their just desserts.
And I hoped beyond hope, that they were fooling around and returned the phone to me.
I did. Stupid, I know. But I did hope that.
I had hoped it was a prank.
I hoped and I hoped. But when the bike rode away, all that evaporated. All my hopes. All my thoughts.
As cliche as this sounds but my mind went blank.
I felt empty, hollow... dead.
I felt lost. Disorientated.
My legs wobbled, I forgot I was still standing.
My mouth went dry, I forgot I was still holding my breath.
And my body temperature shot up, despite the cold night.
Literally, my heart stopped beating.
I forgot I was still alive...
For that moment, I lost my will to live. Really. That was how disorientated I was...
I had wanted to dash across the road to give 'chase' but I was hoping a car would knock me down instead. I contemplated suicide. I was that hopeless...
And amongst the hopelessness, I sat down there by the side of the road, waiting for them, hoping they would return my phone to me...
A small glimmer of hope...
I hoped it was all a dream...
I hoped I could rewind all this and do something to prevent all this from happening.
I should have seen the signs...
I should have used my dad's phone instead.
I should have gone back to the hotel with some of my friends instead of going down to Pertaling Street.
I shouldn't have volunteered to walk but instead take a cab back to the hotel with the girls.
We shouldn't have gone to Dataran Merdeka late at night.
I shouldn't have happily take pictures with my phone by the side of the road.
I should have been more careful, seeing all the mat mat motors lepak-ing (loitering) by the pavement or the side of the road.
I should have listened to my friend and head back to the hotel.
I should have seen that the first bike was trying to steal from us.
I knew I shouldn't have taken that last picture...
If only I knew all that.
All that happened so fast.
From the time I snapped my last picture to the time the bike sped off.
Gone, just like that.
He made me feel like shit, a coward, a loser...
He even rode pass me to mock me.
Yes, the two bikes rode past us again.
My friends didn't think so.
But I know.
I know.
I thought I heard one of them shout something in Malay, "Just sitting there?"
That was painful...
They must have planned everything. From having two bikes, one a backup, to waiting for us to reach that bend of the road. Come to think of it, I do remember the two bikes riding into the road and U-turned.
Where they had waited to pounce on us... on me...
They must have done it before. That wasn't their first time, neither would it be their last.
I couldn't report it to the police. They can't help. I couldn't get the license plate number.
What can they do?
The least I can do is warn all you readers to be careful.
Be very careful.
Trust me, having something snatched from your hand is different from losing it because of your carelessness.
It is so much more painful.
And all that time after I walked on the same sidewalk back to the mainroad, I didn't shed a tear. Instead, I felt hatred.
I detested all those bikers loitering at the square.
I was disgusted by the very sight of them.
Especially those who were using their phones. All I could think of was that they must have stolen those phones...
Good-for-nothings. Slackers. Sons-of-bitches. Thieves. Unemployed disgrace to the society. Stupid low class morons. Uncivilised babarians. Losers. Criminals!
I had even hoped that all the bikers there would get knocked down by a car one of these days.
I glared at them as we walked along that same road as my friends tried to flag for a cab.
It was only when I alighted from the cab, did I break down and cry. I cried because I was so touched by the taxi driver's kind and comforting words. Not all Malaysians are like that.
And he was right.
I broke down by hotel lobby where we had alighted.
It was strange cause I have never cried so much in my entire adult life.
I sobbed like a baby.
And that was also strange, having laughed so much earlier that day (till I had to throw up) on the rides at the theme park.
But there I was, crying.
Angry, hurt, regretful and hopeless...
And I sobbed some more when I called back home to my family.
I felt really bad. I felt like a disappointment.
If only I had called more often. My Mum and sisters would have warned me not go out late at night or flaunt my valuables.
I blame myself.
I hate myself more than those who stole my handphone.
I blame myself for everything...
But on the other hand, I curse all those sons of bitches.
May you all die of horrible deaths.
Remember, what goes around, comes around...
PS: Thanks, Weiqi and Gilbert. God bless your souls.
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