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OM-nia

To say that the new Samsung Omnia is my ‘every wish’ is an understatement; it is my only wish.

Everyone’s gone ga-ga over the iPhone 3G but I’m still hesitant to jump into the bandwagon.  Sure, it’s a pretty little thing but it doesn’t quite pack a punch unlike the Samsung Omnia.

If there was any sign of love at first sight, this would be it. The slick screen that seem to reflect all the properties of light, the minimalist design that maximizes its functions (a very beautiful oxymoron, I may add), and all of the features I look for in a phone (Windows Mobile, 3G, Bluetooth, 5MP camera, WIFI) is neatly packaged into this – shall I say it? – love machine.

Describing how the Omnia has affected me would be to admit that I am quite infatuated by it.  Aside from the giddyness, the heart beating faster, the endless thoughts, and the knowledge of the incomparable loneliness if I lived one more day without it, I have come to see the Omnia as that tranquil place amidst the busy streets of Singapore.

I heard somewhere that Omnia means everything in Latin and wish in Arabic.  To me, however, the first thought that came to mind was “OM”, the word that is set to induce some form of relaxation preparing oneself for meditation.  It’s not that hard to imagine, really, because the Omnia has everything I need to give me that peace of mind;  it can hook me up to the Internet if I want to update my blog (or Twitter, or even Facebook) and help me get to my destination (via GoThere.sg) if I do find myself lost in the streets of this sunny island.

The Omnia has definitely become synonymous to love in the short span of time that its existence became known to me (roughly fifteen minutes) and you’d be blind not to see it.

Now if only I could get my hands on one.

Lonely at Three

Written at 3:09am:

I’ve been cursed. I don’t think sleep will come to me at this hour.  Every ounce of empty space gets filled up with thoughts of her.  Lying in my bed, I could picture her in hers and I feel lonely.  I realize that I would never be able to share a bed with her; to feel her warmth beside me, to hear the steady sound of her breathing.  I feel abandoned and forgotten.  I miss her like I would if I lost a limb, feeling her there but knowing that she isn’t.

I know I have a fault in this.  I just wish she could be more forgiving.  But I guess her love for me could only take so much shit before it finally ran out.  I’m sorry.

I’m sorry that she’s afraid to get hurt again and I’m sorry that I’m the cause of that pain and, most of all, I’m sorry that I’m not worth the sacrifice anymore.

Still, to me, she is worth everything.  I continue to plan my life as if she were a part of it, delighted that she’s every much connected to every hope and every wish and every prayer.  I know I’m only putting myself up for disappointment because in the end, she doesn’t really give a damn about me.  But I am willing to take a shot no matter how painful.

I love her even though she could not trust me anymore and even though she had broken mine.  I understand her insecurity and I’m sorry I hadn’t done enough to make her feel otherwise.  I was wrong in thinking she could handle things.  Heck, I was wrong in thinking I could handle things.

At this time in my life – twenty-two and alone – I feel like I’m at the lowest point of it.  I couldn’t write like I used to.  I don’t smile like I used to.  Everyone notices how sad my eyes are.

I miss the way she makes me feel alive even if she was a thousand miles away.  I feel her energy abound in our conversations, I can feel her smile from her words.  Now, however, I’ve lost her. I called her several times before and I felt the deadpan of her tone, like an eerie chill in the dark night.

“Subscriber cannot be reached” was the message I kept getting when I called her up seconds ago, wanting to plead for her to take me back.  I never knew I could sob at the reality of that recorded message, knowing how true those words meant, that our connection was finally lost.

I remember she used to ask me what I missed about her.  I always said it was her smile.  I look at our photos and see how happy she was, how happy we were.  But now I know that I would never see them because any interaction with me brought contempt to her face (or even disgust); her expression as cold as the concrete walls she’s built between us.

How To Bribe

I know I’m not supposed to be revealing information such as this but if you’re broke and desperate like me (again, not a very good combination), then I guess I don’t really have a choice.

So here goes.

Aside from chocolates, desserts, frozen margaritas and fruit martinis, I can also be bribed with this:

Of course, terms and conditions apply if you want to claim a bribe.

Note: I have a Borders discount coupon if you’re really adept at getting me this one.  You will also be highly praised and worshiped, for a day only.