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Zhenzhong lost his phone today. Dropped it at the PGP terminal. I went and helped him search but to no avail. Well, it must have been picked up by someone. It's too early to say whether the person will return it or keep it. ZZ cancelled the line, so we'll check with the PGP office tomorrow.

I lost my phone too, a couple of weeks ago. The way it was lost is rather silly actually. After an overnighter at the USP Robotics Lab, I went over to Engine to rest. See previous entry. So anyway, I was sleeping on a bench and in my tiredness, I left my phone on the tabletop. When I awoke, it was no longer there. Thank God I at least had the instinct to clutch my PDA wallet while sleeping, or else the loss would be greater.

Someone suggested checking with lost and found, but come on! That was the owner just beside the phone, so I doubt it was picked up by some "helpful individual". It's quite clearly a theft, and there was absolutely no way to find the culprit.

Now I must mention that I didn't feel that bad after losing the phone. It was tempting to feel pissed, or angry, or sad, but I thought that since feeling emotional about the whole affair was not going to do any good, there was no point in dwelling in it at all. But I did have some thoughts about the ugliness of people. I'm not blowing my own trumpet but I returned a handphone I found on the shuttle bus and the owner was grateful to say the least. I just cannot fathom what goes on in the minds of people who are able to just take the someone else's stuff and feel nothing about it. I'm not referring just to the person who took my phone. I have friends - some pretty chummy ones - who do this. What the heck? They're not poor and definitely can afford to buy stuff. Why steal? Come on, don't even try to euphemise stealing. At the end of the day, even Robin Hood is a thief. At least he did some good. The thing that really puzzles me is how they can think nothing of it. Sigh.

Ok, the up-side of this whole business is that I've got a new phone. My father passed me his 8250. He's using my old beat-up 8210, but I think he should be getting another phone - I love that phone but it's really come to the end of the road. It was a 6610 I lost, by the way, and now I'm stuck with all its accessories. Haha. Ok, so getting a 8250 is really a downgrade. Besides all the fancy features like color display and Java games, the 6610 had some features that I appreciated like (i) carriage returns (Enter) in the message composer, (ii) 2-way navigation in T9 choices, (iii) 7-lines text display with 4-directional cursor navigation. But now I'm still happy with the 8250. It is after all a simple, elegant and functional phone - what more can I ask for? I'll definitely not put on a black cover, transparent keypad and tribal-pattern operator logo. Hahaha, you know who you are =P

 

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