Tuesday, June 08, 2004
For reasons not entirely out of my control, I lost my mobile in the early hours of Sunday morning. Another issue notwithstanding, the end of an era failed to move me in the face of several more pressing concerns. I now live with the consequences of my own undoings, without the trusty FM receiver function of a (familiar, worn-out) phone, the only up-to-date list of contacts I had previously taken for granted and, more so sorely missed,
the many text messages that sentimentalist in me has kept and not bear to delete.
Money can get me a new mobile complete with sleek features, but irreplaceable are those text messages, many from N, that make me smile. Bah, I know things could be worse, if I hadn't remembered a particular number or am stuck with no mobile for weeks.. I guess I ought to thank my lucky stars, or rather D, for providing me with a spare mobile to tide over the coming months before the emergence of something functionally affordable.
the many text messages that sentimentalist in me has kept and not bear to delete.
Money can get me a new mobile complete with sleek features, but irreplaceable are those text messages, many from N, that make me smile. Bah, I know things could be worse, if I hadn't remembered a particular number or am stuck with no mobile for weeks.. I guess I ought to thank my lucky stars, or rather D, for providing me with a spare mobile to tide over the coming months before the emergence of something functionally affordable.
