Somehow I was reminded of my 1987 Honda Civic hatchback from a long time a go. I loved this car to death, damn proud of her ( I didn't give it a name, though I was sure that it was a 'she'). She was reliable and quite fast, she also could face my 10 friends climbing up to her cabin at once without complaint (it was high school time, friend...).

And then it happened. I was taking my parents to the airport when we were involved in some kind of accident. We were all fine, without any scratch on us, but the Honda was unrecognizable. The hood was folded in few places and the radiator was wrecked beyond repair. But we were trying anyway. Although I know deep inside it wouldn't be the same. And I was right. Fast forward a month later, she went home, looked as good as new. But later on, the radiator was repeatedly over-heated and the repairmen didn't have a clue why. Oh well.

It happened again somehow. With my beloved cellphone. It worked for a year or so without any glitch. Then suddenly it gave up and stop trying to look for better signal here and there. I took it to the authorized service center. They couldn't do anything about it and advise me to "just sell it at BEC, they wouldn't notice the problem". So I brought it to BEC, and look for other repairmen. I found the ones that said "No problem, we can fix it". Okay I guess. Four days later I took the cellphone home. First I noticed that the volume buttons didn't work (the ones at the side of the phone). Then I found out that the camera button on the outside became extra-sensitive. Then, one night, when I was working alone in front of the computer, my cellphone took few pictures in a row by itself "click, click, click, click". My heart was racing, I looked around and found no one. I ran downstairs and then looked at the pictures my cellphone took. Nothing spooky. Phew. Then it happened again. And again. And again. I know I should bring it back to the repairmen. But deep down I know, no matter how many times I bring it back there, it will never be the same.