Everytime I change to a new mobile phone, I lose a handful of contacts. When I ditched my Sony Ericsson for a Nokia last year, half my contacts list disappeared. Maybe they were stored in the old memory card which I couldn't retrieve as my cable wasn't working. Duh, if the phone wasn't faulty, I wouldn't change it right?
So I began the tedious process of collating numbers again. Just when I had finally updated my contacts list, I drowned my phone in a bag of water. I brought it to Nokia and was told the warranty does not cover drowned phones and it is beyond economic repair. Period.
I bought myself a new phone, inserted my SIM card and found a large chunk of contacts missing. I am ashamed to admit that except for YK's mobile, my office and home numbers, I can barely remember anyone else's number. I couldn't even remember CH's number correctly. So I began the process of updating again.
When I asked SK's tutor for her contact number, she sighed, "What? You've lost it again?" She suddenly realised where SK gets his genes from!
The most embarrassing moments came when I receive text messages from close friends. The other day, a dear friend texted me, "Can you come to my place for BBQ?" and I replied, "Thanks for the invitation but who are you?"
Yesterday, someone sent me a message wishing me a good weekend. After exchanging several text messages, I finally asked, "Sorry, but are you Karen? I've just changed my phone and lost some contact numbers."
The replied came a while later, "No, it's Capt Frankie Lim."
Oops, he's an important customer. I hope I didn't ruin his weekend.