Lost in Bus
It was a strange coincidence yesterday when after reading a book on a lost wallet, i picked up a dropped phone half an hour later.
I have to say i enjoyed the short story very much. If you have 15 minutes to spare and can find 'Auggie Wren's Christmas Story' by Paul Auster, i highly recommend you read it. Basically, this highly subversive yuletide tale involves a shopkeeper who returns a wallet dropped by a boy who shoplifts his store. Upon reaching the address detailed in the wallet, he only finds a blind, lonely old woman that is the boy's grandmother. Feeling symphatetic, he follows up by buying christmas dinner for this lady, all the while pretending to be her grandson. A highly interesting story where Auster asks "Whats the 'truth' in Christmas" in a dark humour sort of way by juxtaposing lying and giving upside down. Its a kind of unsentimental, charming story that has another twist at the end. However, i do not feel like revealing that here.
Which thus brings me to the point of this Nokia phone i picked up. Being as techno-savvy as a chessplayer can be, i concluded it was the model with a camera. So i checked the phone book hoping to find someone close enough to tie me back to the owner. It was at this moment i felt a sharp pang of temptation.
Oh come on, do you really think i wanted to keep the phone? Seriously, i have slightly more integrity than that. And probably much more years in primary school studying "Hao Gong Ming" (Good Citizen). Furthermore i can scarcely operate a calculator function in my existing mobile, let alone upgrade to one that takes high resolution pictures.
What i was tempted to do was call this person in the phonebook named affectionately as "e love of my life". This no doubt gave me a huge roar of laughter. But in the end i thought better of it -- just in case the owner of the phone happened to be a secret admirer. Nonetheless, i believe the careless guy had to feel some pinch if he was going to learn from his mistake. Maybe changing the love of his life to 'the first reason to end my life' was a little too harsh. In the end i settled upon him having to see my ugly face when he next uses his sophisticated phone camera. Which is the reason why poor Kelvin now has five blurry images of my dining table stored in his phone.
I have to say i enjoyed the short story very much. If you have 15 minutes to spare and can find 'Auggie Wren's Christmas Story' by Paul Auster, i highly recommend you read it. Basically, this highly subversive yuletide tale involves a shopkeeper who returns a wallet dropped by a boy who shoplifts his store. Upon reaching the address detailed in the wallet, he only finds a blind, lonely old woman that is the boy's grandmother. Feeling symphatetic, he follows up by buying christmas dinner for this lady, all the while pretending to be her grandson. A highly interesting story where Auster asks "Whats the 'truth' in Christmas" in a dark humour sort of way by juxtaposing lying and giving upside down. Its a kind of unsentimental, charming story that has another twist at the end. However, i do not feel like revealing that here.
Which thus brings me to the point of this Nokia phone i picked up. Being as techno-savvy as a chessplayer can be, i concluded it was the model with a camera. So i checked the phone book hoping to find someone close enough to tie me back to the owner. It was at this moment i felt a sharp pang of temptation.
Oh come on, do you really think i wanted to keep the phone? Seriously, i have slightly more integrity than that. And probably much more years in primary school studying "Hao Gong Ming" (Good Citizen). Furthermore i can scarcely operate a calculator function in my existing mobile, let alone upgrade to one that takes high resolution pictures.
What i was tempted to do was call this person in the phonebook named affectionately as "e love of my life". This no doubt gave me a huge roar of laughter. But in the end i thought better of it -- just in case the owner of the phone happened to be a secret admirer. Nonetheless, i believe the careless guy had to feel some pinch if he was going to learn from his mistake. Maybe changing the love of his life to 'the first reason to end my life' was a little too harsh. In the end i settled upon him having to see my ugly face when he next uses his sophisticated phone camera. Which is the reason why poor Kelvin now has five blurry images of my dining table stored in his phone.
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