Dear Nokia 6600...
Where should I begin? How do I begin?
You were about RM600++ when I bought you in 2005. And I wasn't your first owner. I could be the second. Could be the third. And now, no one would ever buy you from me. Not even for RM50.
You took many award-winning photos. Well, okay, the self-admitted award-winning photos.
You are older than four of my five nephews. My first nephew used to throw you down the floor, just like a bowling ball. And yet you were still going strong.
You stood by me while I went from one relationship to another.
You kept on helping me communicate with people, good people and even the jerkiest ones.
You were always attracting my nephews' attention. Had to let them hold you but with your keypad locked though.
You had Pocket Oxford Dictionary installed on you. And that made me love you even more. Recently, I installed the Medical Dictionary on you and it was so much handy for me. You made me proud and also my friends were so jealous of me.
You were the reason why I never went out looking for another phone. Not to mention also because of I had always been out of money.
You made me restless. For the time being, I am more restless. Because I'm so out of money and I have no phone.
I am much much more restless without the Pocket Oxford Dictionary.
And much much much more restless because all my friends' numbers are stored on you. And I can't turn you on at all.
Why did you have to go and make things so complicated?
Tiara.
