This Mac Looks Yummier Than McDonalds

 I've been thinking of replacing my desktop.  It's a souped up gamer's PC that's been giving me pleasure with its kickass graphics and soundblasters.  But it's already 3 years old, and by technology standards, that PC might as well have been bought during the Jurassic period.  Add to that, I can't lug it anywhere. Seriously it's got to go!

I've been scouring the net for a more suitable replacement.  There's too many to choose from that I sort of gave up for a while.  Until a cousin wanted to sell me his Sony Vaio he got last year.  It had crystal clear graphics but I'm through with handouts.  I need something that I can buy for myself. 

Then I heard from a friend who's now working for Apple– that lucky bastard.  He's been raving about his company issued Macbook Pro.  I felt like I was in the dark for so long that somehow it's clouded my mind.  How the hell can I not think of Apple?  After believing that Steve Jobs is an effing genius?  I checked out the Macbook Pro right away and immediately fell in love with it.

Man, this laptop blows my mind.  Looks like I would have to scrimp all the way till christmas to afford this one. 

Ang Relo ni Leroy Rolex

Look at that!

 I had dinner with a few close friends last weekend and they couldn’t help but ooh and aah at my new watch.  Who wouldn’t?  It’s a Rolex GMT-MASTER II.  One of the sexiest Rolex watches on the planet.  It also retails at a whopping P270,000.00!  That’s already a 5 year old Honda Civic!  Ok maybe not.  Still, one would somehow be reeling how people can afford to waste money like that.  But, as they say, if you think the price is too much, you probably can’t afford it.

The friends' eyebrows were raised either in consternation or envy as they oggled and oggled some more at this fantastic piece of precision machine on my wrist.  I can almost hear what's running in their puzzled heads;

"How can this guy afford this?" 

Unless my Dad's surname is a Gates, or a Buffet, this piece of trinket is just loose change.  So how?

I think my friends were just afraid to hurt my feelings so they bit their tongues and swallowed that nagging question; 

"Is this the real McCoy?"

I decided to let that question stew some more in their heads and did not volunteer to answer the unasked question.

I would have had no problem answering that question.  Of course it's not.  Unless I have a millionaire relative stashed somewhere, there's no way I can buy myself an original Rolex watch even if I wanted to.  It's almost sinful to even think about buying one.

I got this from those wonderful people in Greenhills who provide cheap thrills for those who can't afford the real deal.  It costs less than 1% the original's price.  It's my personal joke.  My life doesn't depend on it so I wouldn't really care if it conks out on me after a couple of months although the suave seller said that it's scratch proof and it's actually an automatic seiko watch under the hood.  I'll have to take his word on that.

Perhaps when I'm feeling a little bit frivolous again, I'll think of buying that Piaget next time or that Cartier.  Hmmm, so many fake watches, so little time.