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    Handphone, I love you
    Tuesday, September 7, 2010, 12:41 AM
    I am suck at socializing, because I’m awkward and just weird and forever alone.

    I just got on facebook. I have like over four friend requests, new messages, and notifications.

    What is this?

    Of course the friend requests are from people I don’t like. The new messages are from groups that I have joined. And the notifications were from people commenting on other people’s shit that I liked.

    People who know me know that my phone is permanently attached to my hand. It might be a problem considering people think I am not giving them my undivided attention. But for your information I can talk and text at the same time. Regardless of my multi-tasking capabilities there’s a reason why my cell phone has become more than an extra finger. My phone is the love of my life and it sure has been there for me when I need it the most.

    You see I have HTC. If my phone isn’t in my hand for a period longer than 15 minutes I become frantic. I search for it in my bag, pocket, I run around the house, I pace up and down my room until my phone is safely kept at the palm of my hand. You might think I need an intervention and you might be right. Nevertheless, my phone is my most loyal friend. Here are a few examples of how a devoted partner my phone has been to me.

    Example One:

    One night while I was breaking fast with 3 greek friends, I texted a friend ‘AWK Moment.’ My friend immediately understood and called me. I stood up and said “I really have to take this call.” Thus, successfully omitting myself from an awkward greek conversation.

    Example Two:

    Sometimes when I’m in the streets walking to the stores men stare. Oftentimes these men feel as if they have the right to introduce themselves to me (this happens more often than I’d like). I presumably whip out my phone and start texting. Normally, I don’t really have to text anyone it’s usually a way to attract my eyes elsewhere. :P

    Example Three:

    Some people are as attached to their phones as I am. Many times they shun me by using their phones when I’m around. So in my head I think well if you are going to use your phone I shall do the same. Hence, I don’t feel like an outcast and I spend more quality time with my lovely phone.

    I admit that my handphone addiction is severe. I have more quality time with my cell phone than with my laptop - or I might say Tumblr at night. I can’t help it though. I’m not sure who has more control my phone or me. Seriously, how did people break awkward moments before phones were invented? I couldn’t possibly imagine my life without a phone. Like I said my phone is a part of my body and it performs pretty important bodily functions.

    Okay? Cool. Goodnight! ;)