Eventually it costs me about 90 bucks = 85 for the repair, about 3 bucks for travelling on the subway to Century Square and back, and $2.50 for dinner because I am so famished I will probably barge into the driver's cabin and ask him to skip all the stops along the way.
Kidding.
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So this is what happened two weeks back:
I am wearing a brand new waist pouch - as always I like my phone, camera and stationary within easy reach. This pouch is pretty long, about a quarter of the diameter of my waist. Maybe it's meant to be worn directly in front but er I don't really fancy going around with a protective guard upfront so I wear it on the left side. In my direction, I have the phone in the left-most pocket, and the camera on the right.
Okay so I head for the Maria rehearsal at Tampines Central CC. I walk into the room, and with eyes on the drama that is being acted out before me, I slowly edge onto the floor. And I do not notice that the pouch - too loose for my skinny waist - has slipped to my butt.
So I sit. Ouch, I sat on something - the pouch. Immediately there's a quick sound like somebody snapped his/her fingers. Oops! I sat on my pouch! My butt reacts and the safety mechanism kicks into action to prevent further damage.
I now have the sensation that I made a pretty heavy impact on my phone, since it is in the left-most pouch it went to my buttocks just as I am about to sit down. I take it out of the pouch and lo and behold! The screen is fuzzy. I slap it, perhaps something wrong with the display. Nothing changes. Maybe it'll be okay once I shut off the phone and turn it on again.
And then it hits me that this phenomenom is permanent. That big patch that looks like a star just reached the end of its life and burst into the big bang - that's probably the liquid crystal splattering in all directions. For the fun of it I press the protective covering of the phone. The liquid inside spreads, shrouding a greater deal of the screen. Cool.
Anyway the damage is already so bad that I cannot even see a single thing on the screen. I cannot message or check my contact list or even transfer my contacts into the SIM card for usage on another phone because... I just cannot see anything on the screen.
Taken at Tampines Central CC rehearsal room, right after the damage has been detected, using my camera which thankfully got away unscathed and untraumatised.
Taken in the dark at home... you can see the liquid burst over the screen.
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Which makes for lovely wallpaper. Go ahead and take it yah.
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Anyway I never really liked that phone. I already have regrets about owning it and look forward to reverting back to an old Nokia - at least up till the 61XX series where the interface is still user friendly, and the phone just performs what it ought to do: for one to call and message contacts. I realise I am not the sort who utilises the mp3 and game and whatsoever entertainment functions on the phone. To entertain (pun unintended) these additional functions, the phone has been programmed and designed to become more complicated. And further complications arise when you are actually required to upgrade your software otherwise the thing just gets slower and slower and eventually drops dead - no, either it drops dead or you drop dead via aggravation arising from intense frustration. Oh well, aggravation is an exaggeration. Maybe it's just my perception that phones should do what they ought to do, and if they don't provide additional inconveniences, that's fine. The mobile phone is such a social norm that it just has to be able to serve you because sometimes, in the worst-case scenarios, your doing and undoing and your survival depends very much on it.
