No-bituary

Nokia 8210. Faithful friend over the past six years, having withstood six feet drops, multiple attempts to drown it, and innumerable amounts of ridicule.

(I remember a friend I met last year who burst out laughing when I brought out this phone, and said "You ah, embarass me also you know, bring out a phone like that!" Hahaha! Ouch.)

(I remember being accosted by a bunch of drunkards at about 1 a.m. one Friday morning. I was sending an sms, and they snatched the phone from me and started being difficult. Luckily, my friends ran to my aid. He threw it to the ground, turned around in drunken disgust, and said, 'It's not even one with a camera anyway.')

(At least it survived him hurling it to the ground.)

This phone would fit into the empty window armrest slot in my car, it would wake me up every morning, and fit snugly into my hands. My Snake high score of 1620 still sits there, as do my pinball high scores. It's alarm would wake me up every morning. It still houses smses from six years ago.

(Wei, all the best for tomorrow. Dun worry, if no one wants to marry u, i'll be there 4 u! Hehe. ****** here! C u when I get back.)

But old age begin to show - the battery was suicidal, dying at the most inappropriate times, and the final straw was when the buttons refused to work.

And so I say goodbye today to and old, and faithful friend, as resistant to change as its owner. Goodbye, monochromic Nokia. Have a long, well-earned rest.