I hate talking on them, and I especially hate hearing other people talking on them.
There's nothing more annoying than hearing some guy on his cell phone as he ambles through a store.
Cell phones are a necessary evil, I suppose, and now I've got one here in Hong Kong.
Gettting the phone was a small, though significant, early hurdle for me and now that's done. My friend needed one and there was some buy-one-get-one-free sale so I got the cheaper one of the deal.
It's good enough for me. It works.
I already topped off the minutes via PCCW Mobile online. I felt a certain satisfaction at hearing my phone chirp on the desk with a text message saying my payment had been received and my minutes bumped up.
I feel connected.
Now if I could only find out how to use all the functions on the thing.
As for the apartment:
Since my hotel is paid for up until 13 January, I am not moving in until then but I have it lined up and will be paying the deposit today.
I don't want to name names but I chose the less well-known agency's place as it was more modern and I've read some good things about the spaces and agents online.
There was a larger space for a bit more money available in the building next to my hotel but I just had too many doubts about the building, the agency, the agent, the price, and so on.
I also looked at one on Lockhart Road. It feels weird complaining about the location of that one but, really, it's on an odd, semi-inconvenient stretch of that road.
Too many steps too.
The place I chose is probably less than a 1-minute walk to Toast Box, Times Square, and the MTR station.
Location, location, location.