Rest In Pieces, my cellphone :''((

Rest in pieces, my cellphone :tears:
If you please people, hang in there for a couple of minutes and keep on reading this because i need your help as well, thanks before. Now keep on reading.

Something unbelievable yet heartbreaking thing just happened to me.
The story started when i just stepped in a train on the way home. My friend rang me, asked me to come with them to watch a movie. So i said yes and got off at Caulfield station and headed to this restaurant where my friends were waiting. But i got there and none of them were there. So i decided to call one and ask, cause it's damn freezing out there and i don't want to wait for so long. ... Apparently, i can't find my phone.

_{Hold on! Don't stop reading please.}

So i ended up assuming that i left my phone on the train yea. Found a man that's in charge in the train station. I then came up to him and told him i kinda lost my phone on the train. Started giving him information, which train i was taking and all. He took me to the office and tried contacting the MetLink person. I was asked to wait for like... 10-15 minutes and he ended up telling me that there's nothing they can possibly do because literally they didn't find anything.

I was hopeless...

That phone i've been having since i was in 7th grade. It's been with me for approximately...6-7 years. I had heaps of memories in it. People had been telling me to change my phone because it's too old and ugly and they said i better get a newer one. But i always refused to. I always told them i wont because i've been having that phone for so long. I've been keeping lots of important messages in it. Archived file to be exact. I then walked to the train station on my way home with my hopeless little slow steps.

But then... i suddenly had this funny feeling. Curiosity.
''hmm... i am not sure i actually lost my phone. Is it possible that i dropped it off somewhere...?''

So i walked exactly the way i walked down to the restaurant like before, see if i actually dropped it somewhere. _{(Ok, so this is EXACTLY how it went, creepy i swear)}. About 3-4 meters from the road (and btw that's NOT close), i saw this shining silver thingy, about two three pieces of them on the road across where I was standing, and I was like ..''hm...funny. It can't be it'', but i dared to get closer.

...
It was my phone.

Yes, crashed by a car already. Torn into pieces.
My eyes were wide opened. My mouth dropped. I was damn shock. I can't believe i found it, on the other hand, my phone 'DIED'. It's absolutely dysfunctional.
I picked it up from the road, grabbed it weakly, i was crying a little bit but i was too shocked as well. As if i can crack and cry like mad at the same time i can laugh my ass off. Weird thing. Damn weird. As if it was all a complete scene that's been arranged. Completely an unexpected coincidence. I was holding each fragile pieces on both of my hands all the way home. I didn't dare to put it in my bag, I'm extremely sad.

The good thing is that the sim card isn't broken, so i still have some people's number. Unfortunately those numbers i still have are only some Australian numbers from people and the rest is in my phone's directory, but obviously i can't do anything with it. But i have a spare phone, thank God.

So this is when i need your help.
To those people who has my number (Aussie no.) and those who actually knows that I have their number, so sorry i tragically lost them. Could you by any chance leave me your numbers, guys, either through notes or msg me somewhere. Friendster, facebook whatever.Msn yahoo msgr or skype will do too.

Thanks.

This is a hell of a long posting and I spared too much detail, I don't do it often, really. Mm.. special occasion. Pfft.. This one I just had to.

Goodnight. And i still feel miserable.