I broke the surface of my iPhone…
AGAIN!

This time,
a knife was balancing precariously on the plate i was carrying,
dropped (of course) off it and clanged unto the floor.
At first i thought a bit of food had got onto the side of my phone,
and realised it was a damn crack when i tried to wipe it off.

SIGH!
I just spent RM400 to fix it a few months ago!
And now it’s broken again!
And WORSE, cos it can’t even sense my touch anymore.
I can’t use it at all.
Does anyone know whether this means i should just forget trying to fix it?

I was just so tired from my entire day
that i didn’t even feel anything for awhile.
Just a numb irritation that this HAD to happen.

RM400 could pay for half my plane ticket to Myanmar during Raya (Clem and i were discussing whether to go).
RM400 could pay the supermarket bills for a week.
RM400 could have paid for some nice things in Topshop :p

Then i started turning my thoughts around to worse things that could have happened.

At least i didn’t lose my camera, cos that would cost so much more and it’s been so good to me!
At least i didn’t have my handbag snatched.
At least i didn’t drop RM500 in the carpark (which has happened before -_-)
At least i didn’t bang my car.

I thought of all the bad things that DIDN’T happen to feel that the iPhone cracking was a minor incident in comparison.

Clem was giving me sad looks cos i must’ve looked sad for breaking it.
I looked at him and pondered for a moment:
At least i have Clem…
Correction, at MOST i have Clem.

And that always makes up for everything.

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