In reference to one of my earliest posts in this blog, I hereby declare myself a phone addict. Late last night, I noticed something strange with my darling phone. I couldn’t scroll up nor down, and the cancel button wasn’t cancelling. My eyes started welling up… would this be the end of a beautiful relationship?
NO!!!! I won’t let you go that easily!!! We won’t go down without a fight! You just hang on, baby!!!
“Boss, I have an emergency. I’ll be coming in late today… yes, it’s family related… no, not my wife… yes, the baby’s okay… I really gotta go… … … ok … ok …, okay, I’ll take time off, then… I understand… yes, yes, responsibility… yes… (^$*$%#&$%*(&)*%(&^_(!!!!!)”
At the Samsung Service Centre
“(Bangla accent)… Surr, we yopen at 9 o clock only. Now is only 7″
“I don’t care!!! Open this dog damend door!!!”
“Surr, staip awey from da door, or I will shute you”
bleed bleed bleed
“(Chinese accent) Sir, are you okay?”
“Forget about me, save my darling… take herrrr… ughhhhhhhh…”
“(Electronic accent) whiskersssssssssss”
The fat cat sings