Monday, October 20, 2003

I bought a handphone keychain at a flea market at Clarke Quay at the end of last year. It's quite plain with some cross-stitched pink and green flowers on it- not really good quality either. I think I just bought it for the sake of putting something on my handphone. I was pretty fond of it for a time. At the beginning of this year, it fell off my handphone because the hook was quite loose. I was quite upset, and people helped me look for it. Person A hands it back to me, who I thank. "Don't thank me," Person A says, "Person B found it." I smile and thank Person B.

I took it home, and my mum helped me to tighten the hook properly to ensure that it didn't fall off.

As time went on, I found the way the keychain looked on the handphone rather jarring. Too flossy- not really me. I didn't really like the idea of putting something on my handphone anymore- unnecessary and it kind of got in the way. But I left it there- hey I bought it, might as well use it right? But I didn't really bother to notice it or ensure the hook was tight. I knew it was there, but I never really cared much about it. I subconsciously thought that it would fall off sometime or another, the way I just let it hang carelessly outside my pouch. Surprisingly, it held. I would look and feel amazed that it was still there.

Then one day, I took my pouch to the canteen as always to buy lunch. When I got back to the band room, I realized the keychain had fallen off.

The funny thing was, I didn't feel sad about it, not even in the least. I didn't even bother looking for it. In fact, I think I was subconsciously glad that it fell off.

Haven't recovered it since. But somehow I think my handphone looks better.



10:06 PM
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