Blueberry, Strawberry, Raspberry, Dewberry, Boysenberry

........and then, there is the Blackberry.

Somebody obviously think it is cute to name a life-robbing hand-held device after a harmless fruit.

Maybe it is due to my notoriety of not answering phone calls or replying sms-es. Or maybe it was one too many "Not yet" to the question, "Did you read THAT email?". Whatever the reason is, I have been made to go under the lease.

Now whenever I shut down my laptop in preparation to get off work, I don't get the usual euphoria "I'm finally done here!" feeling anymore. As I put the 'thing-that-is-not-a-fruit" in my handbag, it feels like I have just attached a tracking device on myself.

Worse still, I couldn't help sneaking a peek at it every friggin' ten minutes! It's completely taking over my life!

Admittedly though, it does have its usefulness. The last time I was asked to read an email on a weekend, the entire ritual took one whole hour because:

1. I had to stop climbing and get off the wall


2. Run out of climb gym and down to carpark to retrieve laptop


3. Carry laptop all around One Utama shopping mall searching for wireless connection


4. Squat next to a pillar with a power socket in front of Parkson Grand Department Store because laptop is low on battery


5. Try to download emails but futile because office servers are down for repairs on Sundays. Fail!

Glam Factor: - 10

With this 'thing-that-is-not-a-fruit', I will have no such problems. I can be sipping mojitos by the beach, climbing mountains, mud wrestling, riding baby elephants or saving the world yet still stylishly pull out my Blackberry and go crazy reading and replying emails.

Glam factor: +10 (and beyond)

HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHH! *Sniff* Who am I kidding?

I'm so accessible now. But does this mean that I'm gonna start turning around emails and even start answering phone calls and sms-es?

Hmm.......

Unlikely.