How to unlock a cell phone?

by Jack’s_Smirking_Revenge

I want to buy a cell phone which is locked to a specific phone calls company as at&t and verizon.
my country does not support any of these. if i buy a locked cell phone can i unlock it and use it in my country?and how is this possible?
Thank you very much.i appreciate your help:)

Answer by Alan Freddy
There can be many ways to Unlock your phone. As far as i know unlocking by codes is the simple and safe way. I will suggest the website http://www.onlinegsmunlock.com/ which is doing excellent service and they were recommended highly in the cell phone forums.
I used them to unlock my cell phone. contacted them and within 30 mins i had my unlock code and my phone was unlocked.
Hope this helps.

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An Ex-Mas Tale – Part 1


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I present to you – Part one of my small tale "An Ex-Mas Tale":

Jim Whelan never felt so miserable as he did around Christmas time. His feeling of malaise started with the miserable ache of having to bid farewell to summer's warmth for the gradual chill of autumn. He was given a small relief as he took comfort in the delightfully wicked celebration of Halloween. As the fake blood, cob webs and foam rubber body parts were packed away he soon felt the cold embrace of depression stealing in as silently and as ominously as a dense fog rolling over a harbor.

He could not quite pin-point exactly when the holidays place him in such a foul mood. He supposed it was a gradual transformation that took him from the young boy who genuinely looked forwards to the 'season of charitable' to the 29 year ancient who viewed the holiday season with a feeling of dread.

While growing up, Jim's family did not have a lot of money. His father lost his job when the steel mills closed their doors for excellent, and he took to commercial roofing to support his young family. It was a lousy job that paid less than the mill, but more than the other offers he could get in a job promote saturated with hundreds of guys just like him. The job took him away from home for weeks or months at a time; sleeping in motel rooms while his son's childhood steadily slipped away. The only thing that was worse than being away from home was staying home. The start of winter meant the end of jobs for the roofing company. Eventually he would be laid off; having to survive on unemployment benefits and what small money Jim's mother made from cutting hair. It was at the time when the Whelan family was at its leanest that the Christmas season kicked off.

Jim's parents were barely making ends meet, trying desperately to scrounge up enough money to even have a Christmas. All the while, the standard holiday tales all told children that excellent behavior was magically rewarded by shiny new toys, while terrible behavior resulted in being passed over or given lumps of coal in punishment. Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Clause, and he's a huge stout red bastard who puts those parents doing the best they can do to keep food in the pantry and a roof over their heads, into an unenviable position.

How does one clarify to a child why even though they have been very excellent, Santa was only able to bring them a few inexpensive toys and some chocolate that tasted like wax. Meanwhile, the mean small boy down the block from the rude family with the nice car, gets a groundbreaking new bike? How does one comfort a child who is teased at school because most of his classmates got more gifts or more expensive gifts?

To the best of his memory, Jim's parents never fought about money in front him. Nor did his brother have any recollection of seeing any bitterness. Looking back, he felt his parents did a wonderful job of juggling the expectations fueled by Christmas propaganda, and the reality of their check book. They did their best to make the time not about the presents, but about being with family and reflecting on the excellent things they did have in their lives.

As he grew grown-up, he started to realize the struggles that his parents went through, and he was ashamed of his childhood greed. With this realization, Christmas became less of a holiday and into a disgusting "freak show" everywhere the main attraction were poor souls forced to buy the like of their family through expensive trinkets.

Christmas tells these poor wretches that if they do not get their child the newest, best, and most expensive new distraction on the promote, that they are dreadful parents. It whispers in the ear of the husband that he will lose the admiration and respect of his spouse if he buys her anything less than the diamond from the exclusive jewelry galleria. The Moral fiber of Christmas is a grim specter, disguised in the robes of excellent cheer smiling in your face, telltale you that you need to be jolly. All the while, smoothly cutting you to bleed you dry.

Jim was jostled from these grim thoughts, as a morbidly obese woman wearing sweatpants with the word "foxy" stretched crosswise her immense bottom, pushed her way past him in the isle of the Dollar Mart. He had been standing in front of the bath soaps and lotions packaged as gift baskets for the holidays. Looking down into his hand basket, he considered the meager offerings it contained and sighed. A terrible financial year had left him shopping for Christmas gifts at a 'everything is a dollar' store.

He was not quite sure what 'body butter' is, but he felt slightly dirty for considering it as a gift for his mother. He had the feeling that, at best, he could find a creative way to make some inexpensive, yet unique, gifts. At worst, everyone was going to get a holiday themed mug filled with a few assorted herbal tea bags and a handful of candy.

He knew his family did not expect anything from him for Christmas. In fact, they were hurting worse than he was. His grandparents were living off of their retirement funds, and the hit on Wall Street hurt them deeply. His mother could no longer work. His father quit his roofing job after his knees gave out, then took the necessary courses to get a job as a phlebotomist at the local hospital. Although not as strenuous as climbing ladders, he was only making a part of what the roofing job had paid.

Despite their repeated admonishments not to bother export each other gifts, Jim still could not help but feel the need to get people something. As much as he despised Christmas and recognized the siren song of commercialism for what it was, a part of him was still captive to its call.

The only real dilemma he had faced this year was finding something for his girlfriend Stacey. While she demanded nothing of him, he still wanted to get her something nice. Stacey was a lovely girl, kind to a fault, and in Jim's estimation, only had one major flaw. A flaw named Stan.

Stan was Stacey's ex fiancé. The split had been amicable, both realizing that marriage was just not in the cards for them, and after the break up, had remained friends. Although Jim trusted Stacey, on some deep primal level, he despised their friendship. Instinctively Jim reacted to Stan the way a wolf will react to another male entering his territory: hackles up, ready to fight. For Stacey's sake, he kept civil when this idiot man child not only refused to catch fire and die, but would not take the hint to simply go away. Yes, he trusted Stacey. But he did not trust Stan.

He knew he wasn't going to find anything at the Dollar Mart for Stacey. He had saved up some money, and had bought two tickets to her favorite Broadway play that was coming to town soon. His was disappointed that the tickets in his price range were the second tier seats. He would have loved to get them closer, but it just was not in the budget.

After paying for his few presents, Jim headed out of the store and crosswise the parking lot, dodging crazed drivers in their holiday shopping frenzy. Just as he was digging for his keys to unlock the door, his cell phone rang. He shifted his bags to his other arm and looked at the caller ID. Seeing Stacey's digit, he flipped open his phone while he proceeded to load his bags into the back seat.

"Hey Hon!" he said warmly. "How are you?"

"I'm fine baby. What are you up to?"

"Just doing a small shopping… what did you need?"

She hesitated, then said "Well, I want to question you something, but I don't want you to get upset…"

Jim could feel his blood pressure rising as an ice pick of dread stabbed his gut. He breathed deeply and tried to remain cool as he answered "Oh?"

She sighed and said "Yeah… Hon. I like you, I really do. So I don't want you thinking that this is more than it is. Well, you know how I've been wanting to see that new play about the evil witch? Well, Stan just called and told me that he was export me orchestra seats for the show. Hon… I want to take the tickets, but I don't want you to be mad."

"MAD?!" Jim said with disbelief. "My girlfriend just told me that her ex-fiancé desires to take her to a show everywhere he spent per ticket, and I'm not supposed to get mad?! Come on, Stacey. You can't expect me to believe that you are naive enough not to realize that this guy has concealed motives."

"But, Jim… I.."

He briskly cut her off "Look. You can accept the tickets if you want. Go ahead and accept a date with your ex. But don't expect me to be around when you get home."

He clicked off his cell phone and threw it down on the passenger street, seething with rage.

The bastard. The sneaky son of a bitch BASTARD. Here he was again, playing the nice guy, trying to cream his way back into her life, and no doubt back into her pretty small panties. Shaking with rage, he tried the mental exercises he had learned to use to manage his rage. When that did not work, he punched the headliner with his right hand with five quick powerful jabs, that he would later find left a dent in the thin roof of his car. Had he hit a support beam, he doubtless would have broken his hand. His knuckles burned, but he did not care. In some perverse way, he relished the pain. It did not dissipate his rage like he had hoped, but it did clear his head and channel his rage like the laser pinpoint of a rifle scope.

Turning his car around, he headed toward town, with the intent to hunt down Stan.

—- END OF PART 1 —-

I have a cell phone that has a code (which I do not know) Is there any way I can get my phone unlocked?

Answer by Cody Kirk
try at random and something will work eventually
be prepared to spend more than 30 mins.

Answer by Danielfreakymelon
You can get the Unlock code from service provider and Unlock it.

Answer by globalunlock
Mobile phone unlocking can be done in two ways, either through software unlock or code unlock, depending on the model of the phone, but the safest and simplest way is through code unlock.

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