My First iExperience
Who would have predicted that I will fall in love with my iPod Touch?
It’s funny that barely a month and half after I claimed that I will have nothing to do with Apple and its products in this post, I succumb to the alure of an offer to sell an iPod Touch for a little over half the price.
Yesterday I brought my first paid app from iStore. I am planning to use PocketMoney to regulate my financial records, after I’ve lost my Excel-based records together with the mini thumb drive. Oh the joy of trying out the new stuff; it’s like receiving duit raya out of the blue!
This is what happened when you’re single, sent outstation for an assignment, and got nothing else to do.
His Legacy Lives On
I am not a great fan of Michael Jackson, but I share the sad feeling with others from all around the globe.
MJ, as he was famously known, has passed away at the age of 50. I personally like some of his songs, and until today I still dance to some of his tunes. Despite his checkered personal life, I learned a lot of stuff from his songs – about life, poverty, injustice, Earth, and most importantly, on English. Funny but true.
May his soul rest in peace, ameen.
Of Building a Mosque
Marriage is seen here as akin to the construction of the house of lord.
From my count, there will be a total six weddings hosted by seven of my co-workers (a clever analyst will realized that one wedding is between two of my co-workers). Including yesterday’s one, there will only (hopefully) be two more left.
I went to two and skip two of the other weddings; I skipped the first because of transport, I went to the second with friends, I skipped the third because I was outstation, and yesterday was the fourth. Based on the pattern, might it be possible that I will skip one and go for the other one?
I am not sure. After all, I can only plan to attend it. I can’t fathom the politics of attending vs. not attending from the perspective of office relationship, because it is really up to the availability of my time, isn’t it? All this talk about “if you don’t go, then people won’t come to yours” is inaccurate to say the least, because eventually it boils down to the individual itself.
And when will it be my time? That, my readers, I can’t surely answer as of this moment.