The iPhone and my Creative Life
|christmas gift from an officemate|
Yesterday's visit to the hills of Tagaytay was lovely except for one minor thing. I lost my phone. Yes, I lost my phone somewhere between the visit to Pink Sisters, a stop over in 7-11 to get 5 bags of Cheetos and driving off to visit Sonya's garden to admire the flowers. I don't even remember what happened. But to my mind, the phone was just in the car waiting for me to attach it to the auxiliary cable so I can play music on the way.
But I lost it. And I love my phone. And I had to let go of some of my savings last night just to replace it because the phone has helped me keep in touch with my writer/creative self. It takes the little snapshots I sometimes post here but most of the time in my Tumblr page because I just like chronicling my day with images when I don't have words. It allows me to check updates of my friends' lives in Facebook. It keeps me in touch with my bestfriend in Singapore and in London.
Whoever took it, I hope they see the kind of life I lived and I hope they find a life that is more meaningful to them instead of taking other people's phones.
I lost my snapshots of yesterday. I feel bad because I was able to take a really good shot of Pink Sisters while the sun was behind it. So now, I'm just making up for whatever photo I didn't take by trying to open my eyes wider and seeing what I should smile about here in the work place.
One more day to go and vacation is here.