Peter was a school boy aged 16. He wasn’t good at studying and girls. He never dated, drank or argued with the teachers. He was quiet, obedient and boring.
One day, he found a box on the street and picked it up. It was an iPhone 3. He brought it back to school and his desk got swarmed by the entire class. All of a sudden, Peter could feel the smell of girls’ hairs, the pain of his hand being tugged (because everyone wanted to touch the iPhone), the screaming and yelling of the whole Peter-you-are-so-cool-you-got-an-iPhone. At that time, not a lot of people could afford an iPhone. With Peter’s luck to pick up one on the street, he got all the fame every adolescent boy wants and became the star in the school.
A year later, iPhone 3G released. Peter felt stressed because everyone expected him to get one to stay on with the trend. He skipped lunch, starved himself to death in order to save up for the new iPhone. And yes, he got the new iPhone. He remained cool to everyone, although his already-scrawny body had gotten even scrawnier and his pants were too loose to fit in. He looked feeble and unhealthy, but with the coolness of having an iPhone 3G, all was worth for him. Girls liked him, boys liked him. But according to one of the girls in the class, Peter was just too skinny to date.
Another year passed and iPhone 3GS came up. Peter again starved himself to death to save up for the new iPhone. Again, he got the phone. He won the applause and fame. It’s just that he got quite depressed and felt life wasn’t too interesting when he didn’t know what he was doing all these for.
He basically looked like a male version of the skinny anorexic models on runways. The only difference is that he didn’t know how to pose nor having any fashion sense. That doesn’t matter, he thought.
But then later, iPhone gradually became mass-market and everyone could got it with a purchase of a mobile planned with mobile phone service provider. The fame that Peter got was fading away without a trace. He no longer felt loved.
One day, he got so pissed off by what he did (starving himself to save up for the phones) and he decided to sell all of his iPhones off. He used the money he earned to apply for a gym, got a haircut, ate, ate and ate. He became more built and good-looking. He got into college and became a banker (he calls) after graduation. Magically, he found it easier to get girls. Girls like him now even though he hasn’t got any iPhones.
Now, instead of staying at home, browsing the internet and learning about the latest Apple products, Peter goes to Pure to gym up and D-I to get a few drinks with friends. Sometimes, he finds himself ending up at Tsui Wah wolfing butter bun at 9 in a Sunday morning and thinking about “sh1t! I just missed my hiking trip at the Dragon Back Trail!” Peter feels more cool hanging out with his investment-banker friends while making jokes about his 6 packs (so that people know about his having 6 packs).
On a random Saturday morning, just after he got off a taxi returning home from the crazy parties in Soho, Peter found a box on the street. Inside the box it’s an iPad 3. This time, he slams the iPad 3 on the floor until he saw those broken parts and ignores the glare of the 9-year-old boy standing next to him.