Last night, for some stupid reason, my globe number had bin pin blocked. I forgot that it only takes three tries to lock me out of my own number. Because I was in extreme panic mode that the number didn't recognize the first pin attempt, I typed it away two more times one after the other. Then it like a hard slap on the face the screen said: "Pin blocked" then appeared another mock "PUK number."
I wouldn't bother writing about my stupidity if that number doesn't have more than its market value of significance for me. I'll go nuts if I don't release this seething self-hate I've had since last night. I've had it since February 28, 2003, way back in senior high. It was only my third time to change a number in my whole 9 years of having a mobile phone. I was and still am at a loss on how this could've happened right under my nose. Out of sheer desperation, I thought of very single place where I can take the my sim and have it unblocked. Despite the ringing sounds of "impossible" in my ear, I am more than determined to try everything and anything before laying it to rest.
I sound like a psycho, I know. 6 years. Not easy to let go. Now I sound like an ex who still has the hang for a former lover. Yes, I am in psycho episode right now. So shoot me.
Damn PIN codes. So much for security.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
RIP not yet my globe number
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mobile number,
mobile phone,
pin code,
psycho,
security,
stupidity
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