The One With The iPhone (Almost)
When it comes to gadget, I am almost one generation behind everyone else.
No, I don’t mean one version. I do mean one generation. Like, when everyone is enthusing about the newly launched iPad, I have only placed an order for an iPhone.
(Side track here: Can anyone think of a more stupid name for iPad? It sounded like the latest sanitary pad from Apple, only that it isn’t compatible with most women)
And so to my iPhone. It was a corporate plan, with a reduced subscription fee, and a 32GB iPhone 3GS for HK$800. Unlimited data transfer. Incoming and outgoing call minutes which I am sure will be under utilised in my case.
And most importantly, the self-satisfaction that I am finally venturing into the mobile world. Internet on the go.
How connected can you be? In my case, so connected I am about to be that I dreamed about my new iPhone last night. The whole gizmo; getting excited, hours spent zooming in and out of its applications, sending texts (on my touchscreen keyboard) to my friends announcing my latest best friend.
I didn’t know I am so crazy over iPhone, deep down. It is just that… a phone.
Perhaps I am about to prove how misled I was.
ETA uncertain, but I will let you know when it happens.
The name is Razlan. ("Are you a Malay?") Nope, I am part Kadazan and part Chinese. You can call me Raz, or Russ if you fancy. Never call me Lan, or I’ll punch you. A Malaysian now in his thirties, I have studied and worked in Singapore for ten years and now living in Hong Kong since mid-2009. Generally addicted to good books, great holidays and awesome blogs. And I love my IXUS. I bring her everywhere I go.
