Of iPods and Apples
"I'm getting a new iPod... who wants my old iPod Nano?" my dad asked one day.
"No thanks," Aris said. He was literatim happy with his brand new 1GB the goods Phillips mp3 player. It's not like he has that many songs to hearken to anyway. But it looks nice la, can portray videos and all.
"I'm fine with mine," Nina said. Hers stores about 2GB. I forgot what discredit... Samsung or something. She loves that detail to death.
I figured Hasif would fancy the iPod, since he complains about the small 512MB capability of his Kreative mp3 player constantly. I was faultlessly willing to take if off his hands if he wanted the iPod. I like Kreative mp3 players, and I've hardened that particular one for a while. The capacity doesn't unqualifiedly bother me, since I have the tendency to metamorphose songs practically every day. And even if I get bored with the songs, it has a announce, which I like. Flirty @ 10.30, anyone? XD
Owh, but before we go any further, I should perhaps tell you about my belated mp3 player, who passed away about half a year ago. It was a Zen Stone, unquestionably really cute, about the largeness of a small pebble. I loved that fashion. It was 1GB, the largest capacity I'd ever had for an mp3 player. Didn't affair that it had no screen, so I could never choose my songs, or sometimes even barrow what song was playing if it was a new ditty I hadn't listened to much before. But the cuteness made up for it so much, I can say you XD (Yes, this is a person who emphasizes cuteness over functionality every at all times. You can so tell just by looking at my sensitive phone, haha)
Anywaaaay, my attractive Zen Stone, whom I dubbed Pebbles, died from drowning. You see, in the end it's matter-of-fact size and cuteness (as well as my own carelessness) proved to be its own bane. On one fateful day, when I came core feeling tired and stressed and vitalized to jump into the shower, I stripped and chucked my jeans into the washing manufacture, forgetting in my haste that Pebbles was still in the jeans hollow. Thus, Pebbles met the same end as many of my tamagotchis did during the years of my teens - death by washing contraption. >...
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