Here is a good imitation of the 'Sex and the City's' character 'Carrie Bradshaw's' style.

I am not a big fan of ripping of other writers style... but here goes.. hope you enjoy it... (the content is completely original though)

Shift + Delete = GONE ??

Imagine you spend a morning to write something that could win the booker prize and all’s gone. With a press of two buttons ‘Shift + Del = I’m so stupid’ (how could I?), GONE! In a flash! I wrote something that came to my mind about replacements, substitutes actually, but never mind. Maybe, that wasn’t meant to be. How many exhilarating things in life have we given up saying to ourselves that maybe it wasn’t meant to be? I remember a few, like the Bryan Adams concert; the tickets had sold out, the PS2; prices went up and don’t even want to dredge up the other instances. However, do we lose the possibility of even thinking about these things again? Do we ‘Shift + Del’ them forever, or is there some kind of hidden recycle bin; which neither Apple nor Microsoft has conceived?

Now, having a high paid job could easily get me as many PS2’s, but they don’t get me sprung anymore. No zsa zsa zsu moments happening. It’s recently happened with the Mac Book though. I haven’t voyaged too far with the desire, but still a graduation with the same. Like the Beyoncé concert I went to, was an absolute pacifier to the Bryan Adams concert peeve. It’s still somewhere at the back of my mind nonetheless. Why can’t I ‘Shift + Del’ this reminiscence? Why are we so absent minded with scrapping things we want and have the clearest image with things we don’t even need?

I’m sure China, the land where everything is manufactured, has come up with some technology that could create a back-up for the files that are deleted for good. We just can’t see it! The question is - can they? (Too racist a comment but, It’s high time we accept racist humor) Nobody can! Do we need archaeologists to find it for us? Or should we just get too metronomic with things. I was so excited to write the replacement dilemma and when I mailed it to a friend for him to read it, I didn’t even attach it, deleted it permanently from the PC. It was totally a ‘what-the-fuck’ moment. I stared in disbelief. I wish I had Harry Potter on my speed dial; we could go back in time and retrieve it. It got me thinking on how people just leave us sometimes, dodge our calls and don’t reply to e-mails or text messages. Do we obliterate them or do they do it, sending us on a guilt trip for 5 months at least, with a discounted Louis Vuitton misery bag! Maybe we should leave it to Apple, Microsoft or maybe ‘China’ to figure out.