Well, I bought a Nokia Lumia 710 ... Now I'm testing out the wi-fi connection @ a mall in downtown KL ... Not sure whthr it's my callused fingertips, or bcoz of da laminate on da screen, but at times when i touch certain commands, or keystrokes, it won't register ... But other than that, da phone's a blast .... I even managed 2 access sumbody's wi-fi @ my plc last night ... But 2 my horror n my wallet's, i actually had exceeded my credit limit and had 2 fork out RM 130 today 2 unblock my account ... Apparently, each Mb per minute cost me RM 10 ... That is steep ... Anyways, will update this post with more adventures ....
Updated 19/03/2012 - After being on the fringe, watching people thumbing through their mobile devices with a certain degree of envy, I have now become part of that microcosm, the "People with mobile devices stuck to their hands 24-7" crowd ... In fact, as we speak, I am at the LRT station, waiting for the bus and writing this update .... I have to say that despite certain technical hang-ups, I'm beginning to love this Nokia Lumia 710, white in colour and bought with my hard-earned money ...
Updated 20/03/2012 - Anyways, two nights ago, I took out the SIM card because I thought I could see how much data I had used up to that point, by putting back the SIM card in my old phone ... Well, to make an obviously long and tedious story short, I messed up with my Nokia Lumia's settings ... The point of me telling this is that don't fuck it up when it's not fucked up ... Now, I'm at my office having my lunch, and since I can't use the office network to blog, I might as well use my Lumia;D ...
Now at home, watching E News! ... There are some things I can't do while surfing with my mobile ... I can't update my Diary of a Movie Addict blog ... Maybe Wordpress doesn't support Windows Phone, or the other way around ... I have yet to see whether I can watch Youtube videos ... Oh yeah, the one thing I am peeved with Nokia Lumia is that its battery power runs out pretty fast ... I have to charge every night, sheesh ...
Updated 22/03/2012 - Well, there is a Wordpress app for Windows phones, but I can't download it because "your phone software needs to be updated, the application is exclusive to a different mobile provider, or the app is not available in your region" ... Sheesh ....
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Aging & Death
Yes. all of us go through this ... It's inevitable as death ... In fact, aging reminds us of our mortality ... Now, with only three years left to go before I turn the big Four O, I wonder about it more often than I would like to .... About aging, about mortality ....
I fear of growing old and have nothing to show for it ... I would be just a speck of dust, forgotten and swept away ... I do not want to be at Death's threshold and have no hand to hold mine ... I fear of dying alone, as most people do ...
Why should I pretend that these do not matter to me? Some people celebrate the zenith of the life, as they come full circle with their achievements .... And the best achievement in life, I think, is to pass on your legacy ... That's another thing ... I have no legacy to pass on, and no one to pass on that legacy were I to achieve it .... More reasons to fear aging and Death ....
Talking about aging and Death from a philosophical perspective will only prolong the inevitable ... Hey, Plato, Nietzsche, Descartes and Camus met their end anyway ... So, what's the point ....
So, the only thing worth talking about as we age and inch closer to Death is the fear of it, as ironically fatalistic as that may seem ... The fear makes it tangible ... The fear makes us face that it will happen .... If we pretend that we don't fear aging and Death, it's as good as pretending that we don't exist .... But here I wax philospohical, when I rather not ....
I guess the underlying issue that I've been trying to get to here is that I want something .... spectacular to happen before I kick the bucket, bite the dust, cash in my chips, snuff it .... I'm not sure what that something spectacular is, but I know if I want it to happen, I have to make it happen .... And yet, everyday when I wake up, I trudge through mere existence, and that something spectacular seems light years away ....
I just fear aging and Death, that is all ...
I fear of growing old and have nothing to show for it ... I would be just a speck of dust, forgotten and swept away ... I do not want to be at Death's threshold and have no hand to hold mine ... I fear of dying alone, as most people do ...
Why should I pretend that these do not matter to me? Some people celebrate the zenith of the life, as they come full circle with their achievements .... And the best achievement in life, I think, is to pass on your legacy ... That's another thing ... I have no legacy to pass on, and no one to pass on that legacy were I to achieve it .... More reasons to fear aging and Death ....
Talking about aging and Death from a philosophical perspective will only prolong the inevitable ... Hey, Plato, Nietzsche, Descartes and Camus met their end anyway ... So, what's the point ....
So, the only thing worth talking about as we age and inch closer to Death is the fear of it, as ironically fatalistic as that may seem ... The fear makes it tangible ... The fear makes us face that it will happen .... If we pretend that we don't fear aging and Death, it's as good as pretending that we don't exist .... But here I wax philospohical, when I rather not ....
I guess the underlying issue that I've been trying to get to here is that I want something .... spectacular to happen before I kick the bucket, bite the dust, cash in my chips, snuff it .... I'm not sure what that something spectacular is, but I know if I want it to happen, I have to make it happen .... And yet, everyday when I wake up, I trudge through mere existence, and that something spectacular seems light years away ....
I just fear aging and Death, that is all ...
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Addicted to shopping?
It all started when I bought this grey bag with faux fur at the shoe store which I used to work ... That was in October of last year ... I had just started working for about two months, and at the time felt a little down in the dumps, so when the new stock of bags and shoes came in, I saw this bag ...
... and fell in love with it ... Well, maybe that's a rather strong emotion, just for a bag, but it felt like it ... So, I bought it with my second paycheck ... Luckily got it on staff purchase, so it wasn't too expensive ...
So, used it as my everday bag ... Took it work, took it when I went out to town, and so on ... But after about three months I think, I started to feel like I wanted another bag ... So, you know what happened ... In the space of about six months, I bought four hand bags ... FOUR HANDBAGS IN SIX MONTHS ... Now, I know I'm a compulsive buyer, but this was going too far ...
One of the four bags, I gave to my sis-in-law, after finding it a bit too bulky ... It's actually a nice shade of red, but just like that, I gave it away ... The second bag was more like a satchel, in a nice shade of brown ...
It's from MNG, and like the grey faux fur bag, also cost less than a hundred bucks, which to me is still reasonable ... What wasn't reasonable was this growing addiction for bags ... What can I say, I'm a woman after all ... Anyways, I replaced the grey faux fur with this a large satchel in a dark shade of green, which I bought at an Isetan sale ... It wasn't too bad, but somehow, it just didn't feel like the right bag for me ... Men would scratch their heads at this, asking "What the hell is the right kind of bag?!" ... I can only say, "It's just not the right kind of bag" ... But rather than give or throw it away, I kept it, so that I can have an inventory of all the bags (note: different inventory for other stuff) I own ...
Then I saw another bag, this time at a Vincci sale ... It was in this delicious shade of brown, and the surface material felt like it was leather ... In face it looked like shiny leather ... It was a tote bag ... But, after using it for about two weeks, I noticed that the material came out at the side where it made contact with my body, sort of an abrasion ... I became unhappy with this ... I mean, I know I got it in a sale, but I, like most creatures who love shopping, do not expect inferior quality even if they were on sale ...
So, naturally, I went out looking for a new bag ... Then I went into Zara, saw this beautiful suede tote bag in a dark, rich, chocolate shade, and this was by far the most expensive bag I bought (close to ttwo hundred), I just felt like I gotta have it ... By the way, it was a sale item ...
The picture doesn't do justice to its texture and colour ... Anyways, was loving every moment that I used the bag, and I love the smell as well ... but that, along with my love for it, faded away as time passes by ... (I also noticed, perhaps a tad too convenient an excuse, that the bag wouldn't allow me to go through tight spaces i.e. people standing closely together ) ... It was at this point, which coincidentally at also the time when I spotted this dark red, faux crocodile-skin bag at M&S (which thankfully I didn't buy), that I realized, like most women out there, I will never stop buying ... Items of fetish, be it shoes, bags, clothes, whatever, are an extension of our identity, I would say... But unlike men, who buy things for their utilitarian purposes, we women buy for the sake of variety and fulfilling the good bargain fantasy ... I even surfed to find why women love shopping so much, and found out that it has to do with years of evolutionary process from the days when men were hunters and women were gatherers ...
But, as much as shopping affects trade economy to a good level, it has the oppsoite effect to my personal economy ... I found to my dismay, the ever steady dwindling of cash in my account ... Luckily I cancelled my credit card a long time ago, but now am thinking of getting a new credit card, so am not such an astute shopper after all ...
Then just yesterday, went out just to get my trousers altered, but along the way, went into this store which sells items at bargain prices, chanced upon this gorgeous cream coloured shoulder bag with faux matted wool and chain straps, and straightaway bought it ... Hey, it only cost 29 bucks, and that my friend, is a very good bargain indeed ...
Sources:
The Economist
News on Discovery
... and fell in love with it ... Well, maybe that's a rather strong emotion, just for a bag, but it felt like it ... So, I bought it with my second paycheck ... Luckily got it on staff purchase, so it wasn't too expensive ... So, used it as my everday bag ... Took it work, took it when I went out to town, and so on ... But after about three months I think, I started to feel like I wanted another bag ... So, you know what happened ... In the space of about six months, I bought four hand bags ... FOUR HANDBAGS IN SIX MONTHS ... Now, I know I'm a compulsive buyer, but this was going too far ...
One of the four bags, I gave to my sis-in-law, after finding it a bit too bulky ... It's actually a nice shade of red, but just like that, I gave it away ... The second bag was more like a satchel, in a nice shade of brown ...
It's from MNG, and like the grey faux fur bag, also cost less than a hundred bucks, which to me is still reasonable ... What wasn't reasonable was this growing addiction for bags ... What can I say, I'm a woman after all ... Anyways, I replaced the grey faux fur with this a large satchel in a dark shade of green, which I bought at an Isetan sale ... It wasn't too bad, but somehow, it just didn't feel like the right bag for me ... Men would scratch their heads at this, asking "What the hell is the right kind of bag?!" ... I can only say, "It's just not the right kind of bag" ... But rather than give or throw it away, I kept it, so that I can have an inventory of all the bags (note: different inventory for other stuff) I own ...
Then I saw another bag, this time at a Vincci sale ... It was in this delicious shade of brown, and the surface material felt like it was leather ... In face it looked like shiny leather ... It was a tote bag ... But, after using it for about two weeks, I noticed that the material came out at the side where it made contact with my body, sort of an abrasion ... I became unhappy with this ... I mean, I know I got it in a sale, but I, like most creatures who love shopping, do not expect inferior quality even if they were on sale ...
So, naturally, I went out looking for a new bag ... Then I went into Zara, saw this beautiful suede tote bag in a dark, rich, chocolate shade, and this was by far the most expensive bag I bought (close to ttwo hundred), I just felt like I gotta have it ... By the way, it was a sale item ...
The picture doesn't do justice to its texture and colour ... Anyways, was loving every moment that I used the bag, and I love the smell as well ... but that, along with my love for it, faded away as time passes by ... (I also noticed, perhaps a tad too convenient an excuse, that the bag wouldn't allow me to go through tight spaces i.e. people standing closely together ) ... It was at this point, which coincidentally at also the time when I spotted this dark red, faux crocodile-skin bag at M&S (which thankfully I didn't buy), that I realized, like most women out there, I will never stop buying ... Items of fetish, be it shoes, bags, clothes, whatever, are an extension of our identity, I would say... But unlike men, who buy things for their utilitarian purposes, we women buy for the sake of variety and fulfilling the good bargain fantasy ... I even surfed to find why women love shopping so much, and found out that it has to do with years of evolutionary process from the days when men were hunters and women were gatherers ...
But, as much as shopping affects trade economy to a good level, it has the oppsoite effect to my personal economy ... I found to my dismay, the ever steady dwindling of cash in my account ... Luckily I cancelled my credit card a long time ago, but now am thinking of getting a new credit card, so am not such an astute shopper after all ...
Then just yesterday, went out just to get my trousers altered, but along the way, went into this store which sells items at bargain prices, chanced upon this gorgeous cream coloured shoulder bag with faux matted wool and chain straps, and straightaway bought it ... Hey, it only cost 29 bucks, and that my friend, is a very good bargain indeed ...
Sources:
The Economist
News on Discovery
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