Handheld PC, Ipod or Phone

November 26, 2005 at 11:57 pm · Filed under Uncategorized

My hunger pangs for techie gadgets grows greater week to week. 

Several weeks ago, I have discovered what an MP3 wonder my former Hewlett-Packard iPaq was.  My close friend came to Bicol with a wrecked heart because of a wrecked CD player [the player apparently had gotten used to playing pirated music copies; she banged the player for its refusal to play an original CD; the result: dead air for hours while driving the errain stripped of cellphone and radio station signals].  Thus, the idea of connecting her iPaq [we have the same model; she still has hers; my iPaq bid farewell] to her tape deck using an adaptor dawned upon us. Thus, after several minutes of transfering several CDs to her iPaq via my laptop, we have successfully equipped her car with enough trance music to last her 8-hour journey and succesfully made me miss my handheld.

After she left, I met a friend Zaldy and talked about genaealogy of Ipods.  Ipods have been growing by multiples and many have already found their way into the appreciative hands of yuppies–except me.  Ipods are like robots with generations. And like computers, their descendants become smaller and smaller. I got into an informal lecture on Ipod, Ipod Mini, and Ipod Nano.  Yet, in the end, the talk just generated the desire to get one.

For the past few days, I have found myself in mobile telecommunication service providers looking for a new phone.  I am looking for a great MP3-abled unit that can satisfy my need for trance music while driving in Bicol [with the loooooonng drive, one will surely need a beat and rythm to stay alive].  Unfortunately, that Sony Ericson W-something requires another plan [I have 2 active mobile lines at the moment].

This leaves a question for the tech-hungry muddled by a menu of varying taste in a techno-resto: Is it a handhel PC, an Ipod, or another phone?

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Morning Song

November 5, 2005 at 1:18 am · Filed under Uncategorized

I sing for you and only you
Wherever I go I find you
You’re in the sound of every hello

I have woken up to one of my favorite contemporary compositions. It was a hauntingly emotional song that in the course of listening to it, my mind once again drifted and eventually provoked itself some thoughts.

I thought of Y again.  My mind thought back the crazy moments that we had. My heart had pounded with emotions that I found myself early this morning reminiscing the closeness and vulnerable openness that we shared .

You’re the song I was destined to know
And I’ll only sing for you

Y and I met around 3 years ago.  It was a surprise that we fell for each other.  We began with exchange of simple hi’s that stepped up to long overnight conversations to loving busses along Makati Avenue. However, a quixotic story does not translate to a happily-ever-after ending.

Thought I’d be fine just being alone
But my heart has a mind of its own
And would only sing for you

We simply chose to be special friends. I have been afraid in becoming unfaithful and eventually hurting Y, and Y has been fearing the ruin of the special friendship we have started when we would commit ourselves to each other and hurt each other in the process.  We have talked about this for a few times now and have been awed by the complexity of our situation.

We still send messages to each other, call each other at times, and see each other when time permits.  If Y finds a boyfriend that can give way beyond what I can give, happy will I be.  Both of us have moved on and definitely not on a rebound but I realize that still, after years of meeting other people, I cannot deny that I have etched Y’s name on a wall in my heart–as my sentimental song goes: I will always sing for you.

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