My best friend is jetting off to London in exactly a month and I`m more rattled by her leaving than she is. Who is going to comfort me and listen to my incessant venting about all things female?
I confess I am the proverbial black pot because a few years ago I deserted her to become a Rodent. It was then that I learnt about the addiction one can have with an inbox.
She`d mail me every day and I would trek to the Jac Lab (Jacaranda computer laboratory to those unfamiliar with Rhodes), at 4am to receive every last detail of what was happening in the greater Durban area. I had a mental picture of all that she surveyed.
By this logic, I should quell my selfishness and surrender to e-mail communication.
My computer memory back then was too small to do what I wanted to do and the Internet consisted of text-only correspondence. But now she can send me pictures and videos of Big Ben (even though on her last visit she confirmed that the "Big" is a marketing gimmick).
The world has shrunk to miniscule proportion.
Bhavna Singh, junior journalist, ITWeb
All this, of course, as I cross my fingers and hope she figures out the sync function to her cellphone, which itself has matured with time and can now "roam" and capture the moment on "film". A far cry from the Alcatel I wielded those many years ago.
Roaming is the ability to use a cellphone in a foreign country, minus the hassle of changing SIM cards. The catch: the user foots the bill for incoming and outgoing calls and messages, so I don`t think I`m going to be getting any MMSes of Buckingham Palace.
My other half was skiing in Switzerland a little while ago and if he didn`t love me, he would`ve killed me for checking on him daily to make sure he hadn`t fallen off the mountain. For the cost of his phone bill, I could`ve gone along and kept an eye on him while sipping Mo"et & Chandon Champagne on the mountaintop.
Gone are the days of beepers and asking an operator to connect you. There isn`t even lag time, as I discovered when calling the Alps (I grin only because it could have all been avoided if he just took me along). The world has shrunk to miniscule proportion.
I think I`m done consoling myself. It won`t be that bad... I`ll vent via e-mail religiously, hastily SMS for emergencies (those times when I need instant gratification) and dedicate an Outlook folder to all correspondence. I`ll be okay.
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