New Year

Right. I've decided it's time I change the name of my blog. Coming into 2005, it seems a few things in my life are getting their respective new beginnings. And I feel somewhat obliged to make the slightest change here to reflect that.

My phone, for one, got a new beginning yesterday. After many near-death episodes, it finally gave up on me. The helpful people at 3 spent a day resuscitating it. Unfortunately, I've lost all the data inside.

In an all-about-tech era as today, mobile phone data = MP3 and MP4 files + photos + voice recordings + video recordings + downloaded ringer tones + downloaded java games + text and multimedia messages + birthday reminders + good bad TV program reminders + personal memo + about 107 phone numbers.

After much digging inside my big head, I managed to recall a whole four phone numbers. Two of these belong to a couple with ridiculously easy-to-remember numbers that are only slightly different from one another. Another is of a good friend from the Mesozoic era, whose number I remember only because we just happened to have been in touch more often these past few weeks. Last, but apparently not least in my subconscious, is the number of an ex.

My heart aches at the thought of my phone's emptiness of the used memory that used to delay its reaction time, and the nakedness of the wallpapers and polyphonic ringer tones that made it mine.

The truth is, other than maybe 20, I have little or no interaction with the rest of the 107 numbers. I send the occasional SMS for birthdays and holidays. But really, the only people who'd appreciate that are the same maybe 20. But the 107 is like the numeric version of the stuff we keep in safety deposit boxes. You don't ever have a need to access them, but it's just nice to know they're there.

First step to my new beginning: quit lingering over things that have been robbed of their meaning.

Oh, and as it turns out, my blog isn't as "lil' read" as I'd thought.