The Dodo's Way It Went

My mobile just went the way of the Dodo. For no rhyme or reason (none that I could tell, anyway) the phone just went beserk. The buttons on the top part of the slider suddenly refused to work. At first it was just the scrolling buttons of up, down left and right, thereby making reading and sending sms-es a living hell for me. (but at least I could use the side scroller)

Then, similiarly out of the blue, all the buttons stopped working and the phone was as good as kaput. My phone had always had the "any button answer" turned off in case I was sms-ing and then a call came through so now I couldn't even answer the phone when it rang. I couldn't read my smses either and worst this morning when my alarm rang, I couldn't turn it off. *sigh* I so wanted to throw it against the wall in frustration but my level-headed Don urged me to send it for repair instead since it was still under warranty.

I'm sending it in today to the mobile hospital. Let's hope they give me a replacement Samsung phone as the only ones I have at home are Nokia ones and well.. Nokia and I are not really on friendly terms .....hee hee

So meanwhile I am mobile-less and incommunicado. Thank god for web-smses.

A Day To Remember...

Tomorrow 17th June 2006 is the day I turn 16 oops! I mean 26. I usually celebrate my birthday with much pomp and fanfare with cakes, huge bouquets of flowers, presents and usually a little special something from my Darling Don. Since we've been married, we either get the poshest hotel room we can afford (without robbing the bank) to stay the weekend or thats the day he gives me free reign to pick out anything I want. (thats the only day he will accompany me shopping and not groan)

But as the years go by, I have begun to realise that your birthday is not so much a day for you to celebrate. After all what did you do on that day except make your way into this world, got a smack on the butt and wailed your lungs out? Our mothers, on the other hand, went through hell and highwater to expunge us out of her systems. Assisted or not, it was a near life-or-death moment for her and if anybody should be celebrating, shouldn't it be her? Or better still, we should celebrate the day with our mom to show her our appreciation at having borne us, suffering for the 40 weeks (or more), our constant kicking in the middle of the night and God knows whatever else we did while inside her womb.

So I think this year, I will make a change. Instead of the day being about me, it shall be about my Umi... and what she went through to bring me into this world.




But I think I'll allow myself this one bit ....

Can You See The Similiarity?

But I must say out of the 7 this week, he has the nicest voice. But can somebody pls sponsor him a haircut pls????????