the demise of my trusty old friend

It's confirmed. My cellphone is officially dead. Kaput. It died in Boracay after 2 years or so of loyal service. I knew the prognosis was grim from the onset but I went to the repair shop today hoping for a miracle. What are the chances of my phone surviving after it decided to swim in the salty water of Boracay? I guess, nil. I'm depressed. 2 years worth of phone numbers, photos, videos, etc. -- gone. That's the thing with technology. One freak accident can make all your memories, your past, your present, your future, go poof! Just like that.

Lesson learned: have a back up by always writing your contact numbers. I should count my blessings though. The sim card survived but genius me did not save my contact numbers in the sim. Well, at least I can still use the same number. Another tip, if the same thing happens to your phone (i.e. your phone takes a dip sans bikini in sea water), the repair guy told me that I should have taken the battery out and rinsed the phone in mineral water. Yep, that's what he told me, as in rinse or douse, or whatever, to minimize salt water damage. And as soon as you get the chance, go straight to the repair shop. Duh, how the hell was I supposed to know that? I waited a week. Look at what happened. I'm actually grieving for all the contact numbers, photos and recordings that I lost not the phone per se. Enough said. I'm still on the denial stage of grieving. Acceptance will come soon...