Handphone woes



I got a Nokia 6610, my first handphone during my JC years. About four and half years later, some buttons require more force to register and its value has dropped to less than a quarter what I bought it for. It also has become my alarm clock, watch and calender.

It has a plethora of games including Splinter Cell and the annoying Music Pang Pang( which involves hitting keys to the tunes of Twinkle twinkle little star and I'm a little teapot).

If there is an unwritten rule in army it is this: keep your handphone off during office hours. If the matter is very important, you will come to hear of it sooner or later.

Leaving it on then becomes a magnet for getting arrowed(read:sabotaged)

E.g.

PC: We need someone to be in a tiger's costume for an event.
COS: No problem sir, I go arrow people.

Ten minutes later...

COS: No one is picking up the phone, Sir.
PC: Try CPL Heng bo heng.
Dials...
CPL HBH: Hello?
COS: BINGO!

Last night I received a painful lesson.

I must have been sleeping for a few hours when my handphone,which served as my alarm clock rang beside me. I took a look at the time and thought maybe , just maybe something dark and unnatural was calling me.

It was three a.m. and in Emily Rose's traumatic world, that was when all the weird things started happening.



I was partially right. It was my indian camp mate.

Muthu: Hello?

Me: Harrr..ow

Muthu: Are you sleeping?

Me: No no, I am out clubbing...

Muthu: You need to book in on sunday at 3 p.m

Me: ok.

Muthu: No...really.

Me: ok.

I very nearly threw my handphone out of the window after that.

On hindsight, it was a good thing I didn't because what I thought to be some stupid dare turned out to be true. Muthu could have picked a better time though. Tonight, I'll be using a dedicated alarm clock.