Robert H. Smith

The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.

Monday, July 5, 2010

iPhone Saga

I was typing a message to Fred. She ran past, with her shoulder hitting against mine. The impact of it made me twisted my body and allowed the phone to slip through my fingers.


She didn't realised what she did. She did not even bother to say sorry the very least for running into me. She managed to ran up the company shuttle while I just stood there.. stunned. I missed my company shuttle as a result and ended up taking public transport to CBP.

The phone was newly replaced just 3 weeks ago for three hundred and fifty due to liquid damage. I can't believe that such a thing happened to me.

Should I fault her? Make her pay part of the damage? or let it pass?