What was supposed be a post ostentating my first travel overseas (Hong Kong and Macau) last February turns out to be on the gadgets that I’m drooling over as we speak (well, technically, I’m the only one speaking—and drooling—here). Failing to secure a copy of every single picture we took makes me pitiful, and it made me realize that it’s time I get myself a
stupid camera. I should have at least borrowed one to secure my own captured pieces of the getaway. Anyway, ‘nuf said.
After coming back from the trip I rushed to YouTube to get blown away by the hands-on video of the Samsung Galaxy Camera. The device is badass, that not owning one would mean I’m better off being allergic to alcohol. If you haven’t seen it yet, go see it. As for the Curve 9360, well, I intend to make it the replacement of my Bold 9700 which, after two and a half years, rested in peace one night after I went juggling shot glasses. (Yeah, yeah. You don’t need to lecture me.) It’s obviously camera over cellphone this time.
Last Friday I dropped by Electroworld and, as luck would have it, they have the two gadgets, both payable in 12 months. I’m just on my first month of paying the Seagate portable drive but I’m actually willing to gamble even more. I’m looking at it as restraining the plastic money which has done nothing but provide me with an endless set of bills. (I actually need to have it reactivated as it’s been rendered unusable due to some suspicious transactions they have monitored recently. You don’t say?) Lastly, I can only hope that my five year-old Acer Aspire 4715Z won’t falter. That would be a totally different story.
The Last Days
In a few days 2012 will be over. Whatever happened to the end of the world? More importantly, whatever happened to the rest of my year? Some things just don’t change. And that includes one’s procrastination. For the year of the snake, I intend to come up with a post and avatar
and PNG each month. For now, let us go down memory lane.
It was on my birthday when I got into a series of interviews which ultimately landed me a new job. It was a whole day of torture. Out of the four, two were panel interviews, with the last one surprisingly as the most intimidating. As for my celebrations, I had three, with three different sets of friends, too. Until last year, I have never gone out to celebrate, and most of the time I end up sulking for such stupidity.
Departing from my first job was, well, quite memorable. After all, it was my first. They played two multimedia presentations with one mostly showing me drinking. I had great and wonderful messages from my bosses, particularly one which simply said, “You’re already old, you already know what you wanna do.” Somewhere in that statement, was a curse. I’m pretty sure my scandalously boisterous laugh made a mark in my teammates. I left with no hard feelings. It was a choice carefully considered and planned.
By the time I get back
on January next week, I should already be a regular employee at my second workplace. The two performance appraisals came by with me hardly realizing it. The comments I received were very amenable. It’s gonna be a high road. Before I left for the Christmas break I almost died on this one project. In terms of people and the culture of the company itself, it’s quite different from what I have gotten used to. But what’s being a human for if you’re not able to adapt?