YSunday, March 25, 2007

Tears Of Joyful Exuberance and Sad Remembrance

Oh dear me. It appears my descent into the common and uninspiring has not reached it's climax yet. Previously I gave you a recount of my day, which I must admit, even shocked myself. Yet today, I sink even lower. Will this never end? The next time you see me, I may even write for "Today" or (let it not be so!) The New Paper.

So today, I bring to you yet even more inconsequential (but hopefully) interesting tripe.

With that tone, let's begin today's memorial service.

I forgot to mention, today's post marks another milestone for me. (Yes, I appear to have many milestones.) Anyway, it's the first time I'm going to show pictures that I've taken myself. Not those taken off the internet. Please excuse the grainy images and untrained photography.

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(Notice the extremely classy and expensive Oakley pouch.)

Today, we are gathered across cyberspace, in a memorial for our dear sweet friend, whom has been an important part of my life, for several years. We are here for you, Sony Ericsson T630.

Cliche as it may be, it seemed like only yesterday when we first met. Me, a mere child, innocent and curious, who had yet to explore the world and understand the truths of the universe. You,
were sent to me, like an angel, at first we were strangers, and since then, we've spent many days constantly by each other's side.

When you were first presented to me, I thought nothing of you. I was brash, and self-assured. I could do everything on my own. I didn't need the help of anyone. In my mind, the world was my oyster. But it was you, your wisdom and your quiet reserve showed me I was utterly wrong. You were the window into my soul. I could see that I had much to learn, and that I would need help along the way, in my journey of life.

As the days trickled past, like a meandering stream through a green meadow under a cloudless brilliant blue sky, you helped me immensely. You showed me the importance of keeping in touch with valued friends. You kept me entertained in times of boredom, with your wide array of games. You were the one that camwhored with me, when no one was willing to do so, condemning me "freak".

However, as the days wore on, like the passage of time, through the seasons of Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, you reached the winter years of your life as well. You bore many scars across your body, the etchings of wind and weather. And some were, I ashamed to say, the effects of my carelessness, as well as my wrongdoings. Yet you wore your scars with pride, as if they made your life more worth living. The scratches on your face, the worn and faded markings of your family name, the pockmarked surfaces of your body. To you, they were meant to be showed off, reminders of the challenges of life.

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Yet, even you couldn't withstand the ravages of time. Your arm became weak and unresponsive, your stamina low, your hearing a fraction of what it used to be. When you no longer responded to my touch, I knew that your time was almost at an end. I didn't want to let you go, but I knew it was for the best, and was the better alternative, as compared to watching your body waste away even further, turning you into a shadow of your once proud self.

Farewell, my dear T630, your life has enriched mine beyond compare, my memories of you will remain forever, in the sweet remembrance of our friendship.

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Farewell.

T630, perhaps the greatest gift to me, is the constant reminder of you, through the image of your son, K610im.

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The resemblance is uncanny. And he's just like you, follows all your patterns, responds the same way that you do, the only difference is the energy that comes with youth. He is most definitely your son. I look forward to telling him grand stories of our exploits.

Parting can be such sweet sorrow. The wounds will probably never heal, but yet, there is hope. The hope of a better future, and that hope lies, simply, in the children of the world.

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