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Monday, November 26, 2012

Once upon a time, the Blackberry was the holy grail of phones. I felt so privileged to be able to ask someone 'what's your pin?'. Owning a berry was your golden ticket in to a clique where communication barriers fail to exist, opening you to a whole new world of gossip and TMI (too much info) chatter. Stuff that was sacred and limited to the confines of that sleek black device. Whatever happens in BBM, stays in BBM. Even the first few generations of the iPhone did little at best to put a crack on the BB anarchy.

And then it lost all relevance. A little perspective? If you accidentally left your phone at a restaurant, the waiters chase you to return it. True story.

For the past few weeks I've been complaining and whining about my primitive ol Blackberry. I've been waiting, and waiting and waiting for the release of the iPhone 5 in KL to no avail. It always made sense to expand my existing happy little Apple family with a sibling, hence I never considered an Android.

Good things come to those who wait, they say. They never had friends who've ignored them over tea because they were too busy Flipboard-ing or posting that same #tea as #foodporn on Instagram. Smartphones are supposed to enhance your life, not take over them (yes I'm talking to you. Don't shake your head).

So I waited indignantly, and then just about everything about the berry began to irritate me.

Like how it was so run-of-the-mill. The internet browser is a joke so funny everyone forgot to laugh. 'PING', period - possibly the most revolting thing about the berry. More so the personality of someone who would actually use it just because you took all of 30 seconds to reply. It had no Live Score app for the Liverpool matches I missed (more than half already this season). That everyone who messaged me on BBM were people I didn't want to talk to anyway (ex boyfriend, ex bosses, annoying colleagues).

"It's shit. My Blackberry is shit", I used to say to people, to myself, to my cat.

The universe heard me, alright.

On a recent work trip to Jakarta, I dropped the berry into the hotel lobby's toilet bowl.

My soul spiraled down the black hole briefly too. And pride - yes I dived in after it, but not before assessing the situation - it was clean, relatively. I mean, don't hotels clean their toilets every hour, on the hour? I don't really want to know the answer to that.

Moral of the story is, law of attraction isn't just some wish-wash theory! Wish and repeat a certain mantra often enough and the universe will conspire to make it happen.

For about 12 long hours I was phone-less and utterly gutted.

Until I got myself a new toy - Samsung Galaxy Note 2 - to play with. Granted, it wasn't my first or second choice. Or third now that I think about it (iPhone 5, S3, 4S - all unavailable at Maxis). It was the Note or no phone at all. A girl has her needs.

Though it took awhile to figure my way around the Android OS (I didn't know how to pick up a call!), baby now, I'm hooked on you.


All dressed up in a pink sleeve and a crystal jack too. Love!


My friends say I need an intervention. Tweet me with the hashtag #reemneedstounplug and maybe I'll take notice, guys.

xo Reem

2 comments:

  1. bb ? defuq is that ?
    Welcome to the android world

    ReplyDelete

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