Our new old phone

And so we got our phones today.

Because we were so amused with it, we were all grinning away and the consultant of the workshop promised (and I din doubt her one bit) that we may be smiling now but give us a week or so and we'd feel like throwing the phone out the window.

The phone is so ancient it's actually quite funny. Compared to phones we're used to nowadays, it's functions just bring me back to my jc days when everyone tot the 3310 is just the coolest.
You know how some phones write things like "the 5MP camera phone" big big on their boxes cos theyre so proud of that fact? WEll this one says, "one touch flashlight" big big underneath the model name. Yes, the phone actually does have a flashlight, hmmm i wonder if that's one of the reasons why they gave us this phone??

Ya like anyone would use this to transilluminate a hydrocoele. Cue horrific mental image of someone doing just that and then absentmindedly picking up a call...... EEEW gross! Ugh! I'm sick.

Also, we all thought the same thing when we first saw the phone, "wah! this phone looks so hardy, confirm cant even smash it against the wall one".. and i realised THIS must be the real reason why the powers-that-be decided this is the phone for us.
It's even written on the box: dust and splash proof. It's so hardy, some of us even had trouble opening the phone to put the batt in. (I wonder if it's drop-from-9th-floor-proof).

Anyway, it has been fun (and traumatizing) snatching each other's phone boxes and saving their numbers. Before i even realised what was happening, everyone had already recorded my number in their phones and it was threats galore abt calling me in the middle of the night with numerous 'realistic' calls.
[I don't care how many times u've sent me to the mrt station, or if u're bigger sized or older (cough cough) than me, if any of u give me prank calls, I WILL humtump u to a pulp and de-friend u forever.]

We were also going around collating numbers among fellow colleagues. Ph was the first to come up to me when I haven't even opened my box yet. I regarded him with narrowed suspicious eyes, "why u so eager want my number?" And he raised an eyebrow at me. And i cant stop the mental image of gigantic arrows heading in my direction and me running and shrieking in the opp direction while taking blood and tracing results at the same time.

Wah... am i so stressed already?