A weeklong banishment from the cellular world

It's been almost a week since my phone gracefully crashed. The cause? I surely don't know. My phone just can't seem to start up properly. Whenever I push the power button, the LCD lights up, stays that way for a couple of seconds or so, and then shuts off. One of my officemates said it might have been squeezed in my crowded backpack and rendered the it inoperable.

For the record, my SE K700i has been with me the longest time - two years and three months. My previous phones lasted in my possession for only less than a year due to some unlikely reasons (e.g. being held up by gunned robbers and by a fat tattooed man with a knife, being snatched through the side pocket by an adjacent man pretentiously sleeping on the driver's seat of a jeepney, and ridiculously leaving the phone alone inside the classroom).

This is bad timing - I don't need another major expenditure to get a new mobile phone. My plan for that is next year. I just hope it gets fixed (the phone is now in the possession of some technician my aunt recommended) and at least recover my contacts.

Days without mobile communication surely was weird. My habits were abruptly altered: no more music playing while dressing up in the morning, no more lullabies before slumber (my phone sings for me), no alarm to wake me up on time (my analog alarm clock is also dysfunctional so I just trust my body clock for now), and of course, no communication with far-away friends and family. Pathetic as it may sound, but I miss my phone. It's never normal the day it went comatose and got confined in the ICU of the technician's hub.

If all else fail and my phone is delivered to the morgue, I'd have no choice but be compelled to scout for a new replacement. I just hope my funds would cater this expense this holiday season a.k.a. the season of spending.