the dillema of my big hands, i just broke my phone, again...

The dumb me and my big hands.

2.25 am, I'm staring at my phone, an accident just occurred.

A few minutes ago, I dropped my phone harshly, the thing just slipped out from my hands smoothly when I'm holding it while walking across the room, I'm going to put a used glass on the table, as I'm too lazy to open the back door where the pantry is.

It dropped after a series of hard tumble hitting left side first... Geez, it's not even the first time after all these years.

At first I breathe a long sigh, not agaain...

And felt a small relieve, as the screen still shows an intact picture.

Pick it up and return.

Then i noticed the frame was freezing, unmoving, no change occurs.

Darn it, the LCD got hit and separated from the tempered screen, and the screen is shown blurry.

So, dear world, the amazing and magical me, is typing on the broken screen before I lost contact from the wide world because my gadget finally broke, again for the N times.

As the screen start to glow brighter, and the color starts fading, I typed hurriedly, like this is my last chance to tell you.

that my phone and my big hands are incompatible, they aren't besties at best..

My shaky hands tend to loosen their grip, and make things fell by accident.

Kinda sad, especially about this darn phone..  I bought it several years back, just before I quit my job.

And the last thing I did before this accident happened, is opening my emails, my long unkempt mailbox.

Notifs, subscribed newsletter, and the emails from my ex bosses.

Of that I felt conflicted, both to discuss further and to simply wrote back a reply. I don't know what to say to be honest...

Oh, the screen start to blurr even more, hope I got some time to finish the entry and post it.

So till my phone is fixed, dear world...