I am currently at the MARA Hostel Lounge waiting for my new mobile phone to arrive. It's a Sony Ericsson K700i, and I got it for free. Well, not technically free. I'm now contractually bound to stay with Vodafone for the next 12 months, I can't change my tariff for the next 6 months, and generally be its bitch till say, oh, December 2005. Oh, and did I mention I've mortgagaged half of my proverbial soul as well?
Oh well. At least Hanim is going to get a new phone. Yes, that is right, my friend. Ahmad, lately known as mayomyth or even Silverfeck, will be giving away his brand new phone to his fiancee. But hey! It'll make her happy, and what's a phone compared to the happiness of the person you love?
I'm too sappy for my own good sometimes.
It got me thinking though. Why do we feel this overwhelming need to get all the new stuff, all supposedly 'cool' gadgets that supposedly make us feel marginally better about our lives? Well, at least up until the next cool thing comes up. I'm not saying I haven't been guilty of the same thing. Far be it from the truth. Heck, if I had the money, you probably won't be reading this, because it'd be likely that I'd be queuing up for an iPod at PCWorld rather than typing this sour-grapey rant reserved only for those either with no money or no super-rich dad capable of supporting a platinum credit-card for his son.
As it is, I have neither. So I'll just pretend to have higher principles and sneer at all those people getting new iPods, new handphones with a built in camera and video recorder with resolutions of up to 9808 million gigapixels, new set of 13.1 speakers with diamond-plated wiring and say:
"Does it all make you really happy? Does it?"
Unfortunately, most of them will emphatically answer "YEAH!!"
Damned wankers.
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