I was clearing my handphone SMSes today cos my inbox was too full.

As I scrolled through the messages that stretched all the way back to December, memories of events long past flashed through my mind. As I looked a the SMSes for outings, birthdays and other events like lunches, little snippets of info popped up in my head. I could vaguely remember the background of each message, some pleasant and others not so.

I even keep certain messages from loved ones, or meaningful ones that bring a smile to my face. The various chunks of text seem to form a text mosaic of my life.

I don't really need a diary. I carry one in my pocket every day.