The other day, I met up with some college friends and was surprised to see one with a cast on her arm. She related that she fell down the stairs, which caused a close fracture--broken bones and all.
Aside from that, she lost her phone because of the accident. Her iPhone shattered into pieces after the fall and there's no way to revive it.
The good thing is she's okay. Lucky she did not face the same fate as her phone's. Whew.
I was trying to imagine what exactly happened and immediately felt regret on her part. It was a relief that mine had no scratches at all, even after 6 months of use...
...until that one day.
Just last weekend, a tragic thing came across. It was a Saturday and I woke up with a good feeling, mainly because it was my day off. I bought a new palette of watercolors the day before and was very excited to try it.
However, I purchased the wrong set of paintbrushes.
And because I badly wanted to spend the afternoon practicing on my handlettering, I went out to look for another. I asked my brother, who was about to head to school, if there are school supplies stores nearby. He said yes and volunteered to accompany me going there.
The school's only almost a stone's throw away from where we live so I brought just enough money for the brushes. I was dilly-dallying if I should bring my phone or not. But ended up doing so anyway just to be sure, in case of emergency or whatnot. (As if I'd be stabbed by paintbrushes. Lol.)
After buying my brushes and when I was walking my way back home, I slipped on a downhill sidewalk! I fell on my butt, BUT confidently stood up. There were no signs of any blood or bruise, and I didn't feel any pain. Thank God, nothing bad happen.
I held on to my coin purse and phone tighter, while checking the plastic if there were brushes that fell. Nada, completo. So I continued my journey back home.
I arrived and placed my phone (it was probably upside down) and wallet on my bed and immediately tried out the new brushes. I was "in the zone" that time, and probably the reason why it took me a few minutes to remember my other possessions. I heard my phone beeped so I checked.
And damnnnnn, there it was.
A huge hit on the lower right corner of my phone and a crack--a thin fine diagonal line--running across the whole screen.
I was in shock. Never have I experienced this before. It was like scenes of those YouTube videos on "Hammering your iPhone..." came flashing. I was in a verge of tears but snapped back thinking that I shouldn't cry over these things. This can be fixed, I told myself.
So instead of pushing through my initial plan of staying at home to practice handlettering (and resting a bit), I rushed to Makati Square to have my phone fixed. Told myself that if the repair would be too expensive, my other option is to buy a case that would cover the cracked portion and try to live with it for a while.
I took Option No. 2. Like a typical Pinoy would: As long as it's functional, it's okay.
Well, my iPhone still works. I'm even fortunate that I don't have to spend much for LCD replacement that would costs way, way more.
Sometime soon I'll have this repaired. For the meantime, I'll deal with other "broken" things.
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