Love Lost...

“The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief...”

Losing things is awful! And to lose an I phone – is BEYOND awful! That fateful day was 16 February 2010 (3rd day of the Lunar New Year) at Starbucks, New World Park, Penang.

The feeling of ‘I’ve Lost It!!” does not hit immediately. First you get a passing thought that stays in your mind for about a split second and then when you get your brains to actually process the passing thought, you say ‘hmmm… where’s my iphone then?”. Then you will look for it in a calm manner, slowly at first - at places you think you normally would have them in/at and then faster and faster when you realize that you are searching in/at places where you know it shouldn’t even be there, which is about the same time that feeling starts to dawn on you – The ‘I’ve Lost It!” feeling.

You sit awhile and you think, and you try to retrace. You head over to the cashier’s counter, hopeful at first, but deep down you know, it’s gone! Yet you still believe in humanity, in the honesty of man and hence you won’t accept that it’s gone and you won’t stop searching…you go back again and again asking the same questions ‘did you come across an I phone – with a red cover?” – only to be told again and again “NO!”.

Losing an Iphone is like losing a part of you – though I must say it’s not as awful as losing your laptop, mac and/or netbook. Of course the sentimental value of it is what I MISS. From my earlier blogs you would know that, i got the new toy from Al just less than a year ago. I was overflowing with joy and excitement, researching on how to jailbreak, downloading the many, many applications, usurping the available 16Gb at a very fast pace, converting videos so that I can proudly show friends and family my ultimate bungee jumps, and a whole lot of other stuff. You can say that little gadget was my source of entertainment, education, knowledge, sociability, income, fun, relaxation and the list goes on.

I have come to realize that it’s not so much of losing the iphone, or losing the data in it – but it’s more of the fact that SOMEONE has got hold of your iphone and all that is in it. The personal data, the personal photographs and/or personal notes and/or previously downloaded emails – all accessible to a total stranger. A stranger who, after having browsed through that mobile device, would know more about me, than maybe even my parents and/or sister. Yes, iphone device is that personal to me!

We really don’t know what we miss, until we lose them and then we wonder, could we have done more to make life more difficult for the phone thief? Perhaps could we have password-locked our phones? Could we have signed up with mobile me? All these have been bugging me – if only I had taken more precautions.

I really dislike the ‘Lost It” feeling. It is that feeling that turns your gut into a ball of hopelessness and regret. I guess there’ll be other iphones – better ones – now It’s just a matter of time before I get my hands on the much rumoured I Phone 4 G! Question is – how long can I do without an I Phone?