I lost my extra limb

Someone stole my phone in the morning. FYI, a very old, lao pok, cui, unfashionable, decayed phone.

Seriously, why would someone want that poor old buddy of mine? It is only worth 40 bucks to 50 at most. I'm more upset with the lost contacts and SMSes. Yes I keep many SMSes which are worth keeping and remembering. And I lost the entire SD card inside my phone, which contains all my pictures. (ok, pictures are secondary). What upsets me the most, however, is the phone itself. I really like my phone despite it being so cui. I didn't mind holding on to it despite previous offers of changing it from my Dad.

So anyway, I cancelled the phone line, and immediately made a trip to Westmall's Hello Shop, only to be told that Daddy has to be around in order for me to replace a new SIM card. And now, time seems to be crawling, just waiting for Daddy to come home and have dinner, before heading to Westmall again. Somehow without my phone around, I feel so lost and sian. Even playing SF4 just now in an effort to cheer myself up proved to be futile. Trying to nap was worse because my good ol' buddy wasn't beside me.

Nonetheless, thank God I deleted a couple of messages just last night, which contained some personal information of a couple of friends. Phew!

The W800i is gone.... and it feels like I'm missing a limb.