Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Never never, ever no matter how hungry you are, eat in front of your laptop when the meal is hot!
I’ve just burnt the tip of my tongue, and spilled half of the minestra on the keyboard. A burnt tongue is senseless when it comes to kissing, so kissing is out until it heals. Thank gawd, its a T42 {the almost 10 year old version not made in China!} and a delight that simply amazes me time after time. I remember the first time I bought it – I was debating between getting a Fujitsu Lifebook, Sony Vaio, Powerbook or the IBM Think Series – it was the last on my list. I had dreamt years earlier that I’d get a laptop but never in a million years thought I’d get one, to play with until that September, eight years ago.
I was on a rampage really {you know how that feels when you have a stash of cash you’ve been saving for eons to splash} – I thought that I’d stop by Kinokuniya {my favorite bookstore} at the world’s tallest twin tower and grab some books when my feet took me straight to Notebook Shop instead. I quietly told myself, “I don’t need a gadget” – seeing that I already have a desktop at home, and did a reverse tango and went up to visit the Sony Centre – I was really dying to get my hands on a DSLR – it would have been wiser to get a digital SLR – afterall, I love photography – my previous Nikon SLR was nicked and that left me in utter despair as I was getting attached to it.
People sleep with other people – I sleep with my gadgets – and if that’s not being a bot, I don’t know what is!
The Vaio I was toying of getting was out of stock, and I went to another shop asking if they had the Lifebook – that too was out of stock. So… I decided with grace to get a DSLR instead. I was not even thinking of the T42. When I entered a shop that had the latest Nikon, Leica, Hasselblad and …Olympus, I was too eager to jump the gun – it has been years since I indulged. I had earlier ‘inherited’ dad’s M-Series, but rather shoot using one I’m comfy with. Some girls would rather die not going out in the evenings without the latest Dior, or LV or whatever brands that are easily forged these days, but my creative streak within was dying to get out – the expression was getting a bit too strong for even a simple me to handle. Had it been a boy, I would have lost my virginity a quadrillion times over!
I hadn’t really made up my mind to get a DSLR and my feet took me back to Notebook Shop. I was quite disappointed that the feet had a mind of its own – so did the other parts of me really – it was quite strange to see my head calculating the total cost for a beefed-up system. It came to nothing less than €2,5K but it was a baby. Eagerly I brought it home, and unwrapped it – I felt like a little kid again {yup! I slept with it}, and tote it wherever I went until I decided to leave it home some few years ago.
It went through rough times too – in Abu Dhabi, it was under house arrest – the people who were my so-called contractual employers literally took it away from me, and completely re-formated the hard disk thinking I was sent from Malaysia as a member of the Special Branch {similar to Secret Service} to break their operations {I didn’t know anything about them being deviant and all, until I took the flight out from the UAE} – little did they know the strength of the T42 – it had great security features; and years later, it suffered bumps, knocks, coke and coffee spillovers, getting fully soaked in thunderstorms and torrential rains but it went on serving me 24/24/365 without fail.
Had it been a man, he would have been the most faithful boyfriend.
But what I really needed then was a good Digital SLR. Today, I need a job most of all – after my recent and sudden dismissal from the NGO I was attached with, I need nothing else but a good job where I can exercise my skills and expertise. No more thinking of gadgets and men at the moment. A good job will do wonders to a woman. Maybe tomorrow I’ll dream of Samarqand, Paris or that Hasselblad.
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