I'm 24

OH GOSH. I AM 24.

AFA

I wish to divorce AFA on the grounds of irreconcilable differences.

URGH.

Reward...

for all the hard work...

:)

I am now, a statistic.

My internship has finally ended and now it's time to plunge head first into academia. I've missed two weeks of school so I've got to play catch up and that's hardly a good thing. But anyhow, I am in awe of how blessed I am. Having secured this internship, going on a business trip, being exposed to a wide range of experiences during the internship itself, I think God has really blessed me beyond my wildest imagination. And He has provided me with a job.

Yes, a job awaits me when I graduate next year. I've been extended an offer.

:)

Yes, I am now a statistic belonging to the "1 out of [x] SMU students receive job offers before they graduate" group.

Sometimes, it's worth it...

It has been a really long week and I clocked less than 24 hrs of sleep over 7 days.  But I've been really blessed and a series of good things have come my way.

Currently in Jakarta now where I'll be spending the next 4 days.  Got sent over here because the analysts are all on holiday and I'm the only one staffed on this live deal.

Jakarta immigration was a nightmare.  I spent about an hour and half just to clear customs as there were only 3 counters open for foreigners and flights just kept arriving.  But it felt really good to have someone hold up your name and escort you into a nice Mercedes taxi.  Arrived at the Mandarin Oriental which had really tight security - even my bags had to go through an X-ray machine.  A bellboy and guest relationship officer escorted me to room and it was nice to know that they had upgraded me to a suite.

So here I am, in a huge room about half the size of my house, overlooking a huge fountain.  There's a king-size bed, a study desk, a huge bathtub from which I can watch TV from; a shower with a normal shower head AND an overhead shower.  The service here is fantastic too.

It's been a great experience so far, and it's nice to be able to just relax and enjoy the perks for a while.  Before work starts again tomorrow. 

Isn't life but a give and take?

$$$$$

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

but is it worth it?

49th floor.

Back to my love for photography.  With a great view too.

Overheard in the office

"There are more than 20 guys here and only three of them are married."

IB anyone?

Boobs.

If you have them, flaunt them.

If you don't have them, squeeze them until you have them.

random thought.

You know you're in IB when...

you leave the office at 2 am on the first day at work.

Start of internship

In HK for training now. Minhaj and I are the only interns from Singapore. It's been a great but tiring experience so far = 10 hrs of training for the first day and another 10 for tomorrow. Everyone goes "OH IBD hours are crazy". View from the 52 floor at IFC tower is fantastic and the view from my room is to die for too. Reliving the memories of the LKC trip @ Island Pacific Hotel, Red Bar and dim sum. I don't want to go back.

Tis' the eye before the storm. The rest before the sleepless nights. oh gosh. oh gosh.

True words of a fashionista.

-Emmanuel-

3:45

everytime i see animals i wld think whether their skin wld make good clothes/accessories

-Emmanuel-

3:37

this will make a good hermes bag

-Emmanuel-

3:38

-Emmanuel-

3:45

everytime i see animals i wld think whether their skin wld make good clothes/accessories

ooh i jus wanna kidnap those crocs and skin them for my shoes

I've learnt...

... that family is the most important thing you can ever have;

... that people in this world aren't all that simple;

... that even though this world is complicated, we can still stick to our principles;

... that I am slowly learning to take on more responsibilities;

... that there are a whole hosts of problems that will confront me in the future;

... that I will face greater challenges ahead;

... that I'm slowing growing up...

and it's not easy.

2 weeks to go...

before I fly off to HK to start my internship.

Oh, days of sleeping 12 hrs a day are about to end.

Oh, days of bumming around are about to end.

Oh, days of having nothing to do are about to end.

Oh, days of watching countless dramas are about to end.

Oh, days of hard work and toil are about to begin.

Oh, days of mind-numbing work are about to begin.

Oh, days are untold stress and sleepless nights are about to begin.

Oh, days of internship are about to begin.

Oh, days of lamentations.

I need work clothes and accessories.

and I am lusting after this laptop bag.

and I could wear this in the office...



and I want this to accompany me when I start globetrotting...

My calling

I know that there's still awesome tequila in my bloodstream and that it is 5:17am in the morning. But I know what I want in life.  I really do.  I want to be on stage.  I want to act.  I want to pleasure my audience.  To elicit laughs, tears, joy, sadness, the whole spectrum of emotions.

An external director wanted to me to act for her for a local drama competition but my internship happens to clash with that - I know that it would be impossible to commit.  And to reject it somehow tore away part of my soul.  Deep down I know I want it.  I am tempted, OH SO TEMPTED to give up rationality and pursue my dreams.  Will I be a hero if I do that?

I shall elaborate more tomorrow.  Since I cannot quite express my feelings nor thoughts rationally under the influence of alcohol and a lack of sleep.

I wished I was still in the States...

Generic Man

Available on www.Giltman.com

I would snap these babies up in a heartbeat.  

Be still my beating heart.

Be still my lust for consumer goods.

Dirty Laundry and Others

Hey everyone out there who actually reads my blog, I will be acting in Stageit's upcoming Summer Production.

It will be a triple-bill (ie. three plays) and I'm acting in all three plays. You'd get to see me play an Oyster (and watch me die) in Tim Burton's short story Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy; an adulterous husband in The Problem by A.R. Gurney Jr; and take on a small role in the local play Dirty Laundry by Theresa Tan.  

Date: 28 – 29 May 2010 

Time: 4pm** (29 May only), 8pm 

Venue: Arts & Cultural Centre @ SMU (nearest MRT Bras Basar/Dhoby Ghaut) 

Price: $10 (value for money okay! trust the accountant/banker! And you can see me on stage for 2hrs. LOL) 

Email me to buy tickets  

**Unfortunately, you won't get to see me as an Oyster for the 4pm show on Saturday, 29 May as it will not be performed during the matinee.  

More details can be found here.

http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=108229485885328

If you guys want to come together as a group, do let me know - I may able to negotiate for a discount.  

Looking forward to seeing you guys there!

Wise Words of Winston.

Mom, "I can't even have a word with you."

Me, "You've had many words! Urgh."

I'm just glad to be alive.

About a year ago, I collapsed at home as a result of a heart virus.

A year later, I'm glad to be alive.  Will never forget the feeling when the doctor told me, "I think you had a heart attack."  And the feeling of not knowing what's happening as the nurses frantically prepared me for ICU.

Gosh.  

Been slacking too much.  To some extent, I can't wait for my internship to start. 

We're going to the zoo, zoo, zoo.

and I'm growing fat too.

RSVP

Bintan, good results and not being able to differentiate between night and day.

Bintan with the girls where I was sunburnt to a crisp and became a Bintan lobster.  Fantastic results for the term = Non-stop partying for three days in a row (a new record)! And rehearsals have finally started.

Marina Bay Sands is just partially opened but the kaypoh Singaporean in me got the better of me and we trodden down the not so finished pavement.  Shop mix is rather haphazard - you see the Dior, Chanel on one level and Winter Time just below it.  How's that for being yucky.  And Hugo Boss' display was a mess.  tsk tsk.  That's what happens when you go out with an air stewardess and a staff member of a luxury retailer.

Play Play Play.  Before hell starts.

Dealogic league table roundup, April 16

In Equity Capital Markets

A total of $2.6 billion was raised from 31 issues in the equity capital markets this week, bringing volume for the year so far to $56.2 billion -- more than 3.5 times the amount raised in the same period last year and still at a record year-to-date level for the region.

The league table ranking remains unchanged with UBS leading the field on $4.3 billion, followed by J.P. Morgan on $3 billion and Goldman Sachs with $2.9 billion.

The biggest issue of the week was the $303 million A-share IPO for Tianjin Lisheng Pharmaceutical,...

FinanceAsia
http://www.financeasia.com/News/172371,dealogic-league-table-roundup-april-16.aspx

:)

To HK...

for training!

Never fails to crack me up. :)

Witty Advertising.

It's OVER!!!! summer!

1 more to go.

1. International Finance Crossing fingers
   
2. Negotiations and Conflict Resolution
3. International Economics
4. Islamic Banking
5. Governance, Risk Management and Assurance

 

Stuff I learnt/heard today.

According to my negotiation textbook, 

Conflict can be "stimulating and fun"..."people feel aroused". 

That could explain why couples, after a fight, often patch things up in bed. SEX.

According to 938 LIVE,

The reason why we have sweaty palms when we get nervous is because our palms have the most sweat glands.  It is also an evolutionary phenomenon inherited from our ancestors.  Moisture in our palms aids in climbing trees, especially when you're chased by a hungry lion. 

Breakfast with Mary

Too bad my grandma's not Tiffany.  Lol.

Woke up early today at an insane 7am in a bid to re-tune my body clock for next week's exams.

One more week before life returns to normalcy - back to gymming, tanning, slacking.  Haha.

I tagged along with mom to have breakfast with my dear grandmama.  It's actually quite nice to have the morning sun on your face, to take in the crisp, cool air - it's very refreshing.

So it was breakfast at a nearby market consisting of half boiled eggs, solid kopi and fishball noodles.  And since it's with grandma, there's an added dose of warm fuzziness.  The kopi was solid stuff and my mom kept emphasizing on how I inherited my grandfather's genes.  

I realized that sometimes, we need to just slow down and watch the world go by.  To see small kids run around, to enjoy the smiles of the old ladies chatting the morning away, to smell the sweet aroma of morning coffee and to bask in the company of your loved ones.

Anyway, it's time to hit the books again.

Tata. 

 

I am so terribly sick of studying...

...and I've only just started.

Ugh. I should have pushed my panic button a long time ago but then again, pushing it now seems to have little effect on my momentum, dedication and motivation to study.

I'm only concerned about looking at aesthetically pleasing things.


BAG ORGASM.




In other news, I'm looking forward to my new roles in the upcoming triple bill in May. A role in all three bills. I'm tres excited.

百合夜谈

The lights come on, the audience disperse, the show has ended.

Yet the taste of being under the glare of the stage lights, of drawing the audience into an emotional roller coaster ride with your character, and listening to the laughter elicited, lingers on.

People congratulate you on a job well done, on being able to act, on being versatile. I take it all in. I enjoy it.

It's this that keeps me alive. It's this symbiotic relationship between the actor and his audience, the energy that circulates and multiplies as the show goes on. This energy that brings forth artistic expression from the depths of one's soul.

I enjoy the stage. I love it. I can't even describe my passion for it and I keep coming back for more.

That's why, come May I'm going to start work on another new production.

:)

Of Glenn's email and what I've been busy with.

Glenn sent me this today, all the way from Finland.

"winston... i open up my email @ 9am in the morning and i see you in that chee ko pek pose....hahaha...hope things are swell back home! jia you for exams"

Thanks Glenn.

Haha.  Yes, it's a small production (and admittedly, I really think the publicity leaves much to desire).  But it's my second mandarin production before I embark on something new again this summer.  

So if you're free from all that mugging, do drop by.  :)

and something interesting I saw on Hollister's website.

LOL.

Talking Cock.

Friday night: Dinner at Sun & Moon with Kok, Vinz and Ian. Baker oysters, warm sake.  Desserts later with JKwok at PS Cafe.  Triple chocolate layer cake.  10 malteses on top.  SINFFFFFUUULLLL. 

4am/4pm conversations with Gloria, talking cock.  literally.  IGPs.  Bitching about our dysfunctional family.  whoots.

Ping's 21st.  Late night bak kut teh at Founder's in Balestier.

This shouldn't be happening in Week 12.  no no no.

Heck. 

 

Please. Please? Please!

Sometimes you know that something is going to happen yet you wish that it won't happen so you pray that it won't happen but at the end of the day you still know that it would happen.   And the sucky part is, it does happen.

Bla.

2.12am

project piling up, exams drawing near and I'm still in this semi-not-so-started state of mind.

and I almost got killed this week.

 有时觉得我做人做到很失败。 

I just think about how I bury myself in work because I can't seem to find friends and all and this perpetual trend of people getting together, proposing, getting engaged is getting to me.  I look at the old men drinking beer, bald headed, big bellied and all at the coffee shops and I fear that I will one day, end up like them.  At least they have company.  

I recall sitting in a coffee shop having dinner by myself on a Friday evening because no one in the cell group wanted to.   And I saw an old man by himself drinking beer, and I could sense that loneliness in his gaze.  Empty. I know it sounds stupid, and even gay, but there and then, I started crying into my botak jones fish and chips.

So what if I have excellent grades, a to-die-for resume, a ton of money et al? I thought that if I had these things, people would want to be friends with me, people would accept me. And yet, I still feel as if people only come to me only if they want some form of help.  There isn't a free lunch/dinner in this world, is there?

I am a bloody artist.  I think I will suffer from depression and commit suicide and leave, hopefully, a legacy of work behind.  Revisiting some of my photos - they somehow lack oomph.  WHY?

Oh my morning.

Yesterday there was a forest fire near my place that filled the air with dense smoke.  I almost choked to death when I got home.

This morning, the heavens finally opened up with some much needed rain.  On my way to school, against the pita pita of raindrops, I heard an Indian construction worker screaming at the top of his voice, and a lot of car horns and saw a huge truck laden with scrap metal roll down a slippery slope and crash right into a lamp post on his way to school. Then *CRASH! Drama mama. Now that's something you don't get to see very often.

And on hind sight, I had just walked past that lamp post a minute ago, which fell across the pavement.  I could have died there and then. :S :S :S Very final Destination 13481728903473097592875924

525.

Family gathering

070310 Yeo Family Gathering (Mama’s, Peter’s, Noah’s Birthday)

Buffet & Baby.

I am so full no thanks to tung kian, renhe, sam, ziwei and ming hui.

Buffets are bad for the body and wallet.  Why do people still partake in them?! 

On another note, we welcome our newest addition, Caleb to our group.  Congrats to Rachel and Philemon.  I hope she had a smooth delivery and all the best to the new parents!

Goodnight...sweet dreams

Indeed.

You too. :)

Auntie, 你的面包卡住了!

When I was queueing up to buy tea today, I noticed that a small loaf of french toast was stuck at the mouth of the toaster.  So I said to the auntie, 

Auntie, 你的面包卡住了!**

She was very happy.  And kept telling the other kopi aunties, 那个阿Boy真厉害！

I was happy too.

The End.

**The use of colour is specially dedicated to Gilbert.

Disturbing, amusing

Taken from: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/02/28/naked-australians-at-sydn_n_480117.html#s71469

The sight of thousands of naked bodies is a tad bit disturbing.  It's not due to being uncomfortable with nudity, it's just that very raw feeling it gives off.  Sort of reminds me of the mass graves that we see during wars and natural disasters.

4.00am musings

Aren't we all searching for love and acceptance? 

We do our best to achieve, to look good, to attract, to present this image of ourselves that we so desire in the hopes of obtaining love and acceptance.

We go to clubs to seek out love.  We don our best clothes, preen ourselves, practice our smiles in the mirror.

And while the music in the club is deafening, the emptiness in our hearts overpowers the thumping rhythm of the house beat.  We seek love. We seek acceptance.  We wished someone, somewhere, would be able to love and accept us for who we are.  Yet deep down, we know it is impossible.  An impossibility for someone to completely accept our flaws, our inequities, us, just us, in its purest form.  

Societal pressures, expectations, etc.  So what?  So what if you earn a ton of money in your youth?  Will that be able to compensate that loneliness that lies deep within your heart?  Will that enable you to acquire adequate depressants to numb your soul?  Will money compensate for our physical looks, even more so, our deep longings within our heart for love?

Don't we all fear that we will be left alone in the future? Desperate for love, yet devoid of the youth that used to be on our side.  Equipped with wealth, yet bereft of physical attractiveness?

Woe to us.  Woe be to us.

The lights have come on.  The music died down.  The last of "Bad Romance" dwindling into the background.

There's a ringing in our ears.  A loud ringing from the thumpa thumpa music that we tried to immerse ourselves in in an attempt to drown out the deafening silence that arises from our loneliness.  Yet that silence is deafening.  And beyond that ringing, we hear the silence that rings hollow within the depths of our heart.

Because...

my sister has a new blog and because I'm very proud of her.

Here's the link to her new site.

http://gloriawu.wordpress.com/

:)

It's 2.22am...

...and I feeling terribly unaccomplished.

Urgh.

一山还比一山高。

Grandma calls

Just before I stepped out of the house today, my grandma called to tell me,

"Winston ah! 你跟你mummy是属老虎对不对？你们可以免费去Sentosa海底世界。我刚从97。2听到。可以带你daddy跟Jonathan－他们好像半价。还可以拿到老虎的硬币！”

I love my grandma.

:)

TYF = Tuan Yuan Fan | I got no gf lah.

My niece and nephew: Shannon and Conrad.  Conrad dances to this animation called Pocoyo. so cute. 

I just head of the acronym TYF today.  

Anyway, the red packets have been slowly trickling in and so have the "Do you have a girlfriend?" question.  I have approximately 12 hrs to come up with witty replies to oh-so-nosy relatives.

There are a couple of options:

Act shy, change topic and say something along the lines of, "I think your red packet is too small.  I can't afford to bring anyone on a date with so little cash."

"I'm preparing myself to work 100-120hrs per week during my internship which pays $x.  I will be a successful banker so I don't have to worry about not having girls flock to me."

"I'm just being very picky, too many to choose from."

"I am looking, and I'm eyeing your daughter." *glance and wink*

"I'm gay."

I should test out the options and the responses.  It would be fun.

Meanwhile, my nephews are ohsobloodycute.  But I'm getting old and I have no energy to handle these little balls of energy.  It's impossible to contain them.  Give me a nice, cute, well-behaved kid and I will gladly bestow upon him a red-packet.  

Winston, brace yourself for tomorrow.

Beneath it all...

Some days, you feel as if you're on top of the world, and that you have everything going for you.

But deep down, we all know that we build up a facade, an exterior to cover up our insecurities, our real self, our secrets.  And that is takes away so much of our energy.

Yet at the end of the day, when we finally take off this exterior, this mask, we're left bare.

We're left realising how vulnerable, how needy and how insignificant we really are.

And we wish that we could just be ourselves.  

We wish that one day, everyone could accept us for who we are.

Wednesdays

Wednesdays are not the best days this term.  I'm currently in my Intl Finance class and it's torture.  TOOOOOORRTTTTTUUUURRREEEE.  It is tres boring.

I have practically surfed all the websites that I surf on a daily basis.  Staring at my computer is painful.   And I have three mid terms in Week 9.  Bite me.

On a brighter note, 

• went to sign my contract today :) 
  
• struck off another presentation for this term
  
• it's nearing CNY!

I am on my way to... 

Transaction Details:  Investment Banking

Dr Cash 

Cr Social Life.

TRALALALALALALALALA.

Offer and Acceptance.

There's this palpable sense of excitement.

Contract signing tomorrow!

:)

Answered prayers.

It's been hell of a long week, with projects, presentations and Bain & Co Case competition.

But nothing beats the internship offer that I received today.  It came in a phone call that awoke me as I was taking a snooze in the library before my Intl Finance mid-term.  

And in that daze, I heard something along the lines of "we would like to offer you..." which jolted me awake.  I was in shock.  Then came the details and the pay.  MORE SHOCK.

Ah well, I think that's the price for my soul but seriously, the money is so attractive, it's so hard to resist.

And I can finally bring grandma on a holiday. :)

---------------

Bain & Co. turned out very well - I think the strategy we developed was rather comprehensive and we managed to focus in on the key issues of the case.  My brain seemed to work very well today.

Met up with SY and Piang for drinks at his place.  SY has learnt how to concoct the Singapore Sling and it tasted quite unlike the crap that I tasted on board Singapore Airlines a couple of years' back on the way to HK.  Very nice.

And on the way back, I was contemplating the huge sum of money that I will be paid on my internship and it was overwhelming.  I mean, I'm going to earn more that what my Dad earns and all and there seems to be so much things to buy, this crazy lifestyle that it offers.

Oh my.  Growing up is hard.  And I owe quite a number of people treats and the likes...

------------------------

I really wonder why God is blessing me with so much even though I've been so unfaithful.  And I recall that a couple years back, when I was deciding between SMU and NYU, He gave me the passage of the chosen people entering the promised land and how the Lord would bless them bountifully.  I took that as a promise but didn't quite believe it, and kept it at the back of my mind.

But I'm really seeing how I'm being blessed and how the entire journey thus far, from feeling extremely disappointed from having to turn down NYU, to the rage that fueled this desire to excel, to going to Wharton and coming back a changed, more sensible, grown up person.  It's amazing.  

I am amazed.

And tired.

So I shall contemplate more tomorrow.

Another Sunday

My mom was folding the laundry just now when I came into the hall.  Upon sensing my presence, she held up this cream coloured underwear and queried if it was mine.  

"It's Dad's," I replied.

"How can it be, it's so small?!" my mom exclaimed.

"Well, it stretches.  It's like those tiny g-strings that girls squeeze into.  It's the same."

And then a thought came to my head.  

If there were such a thing as reincarnation, I would not want to be reborn as a pair of briefs too small for its owner.  I wouldn't want to be overstretched.  I pity that pair of cream coloured briefs everytime my Dad puts them on.  Ouch.

Assessment Center

And so God answered my prayers with a call from UBS on a bright early Thursday morning.  The friendly recruiter inviting me down to the final round of interviews for the IB summer internship on Friday afternoon.

So today was THE day of reckoning and I pondered what awaited me as I took the elevator, 50 stories to the top of one Singapore's nicest office buildings, One Raffles Quay.  The elevator doors opened and I was warmly greeted by a receptionist who walked me to the main holding room. A touch of a button and two wooden curved doors opened up to reveal a huge table, surrounded by chairs upholstered with gorgeous golden fabrics adorned with mid-air phoenixes and a view that overlooked the entire marina bay area.  The view was TODIEFOR and photographers would be hard pressed for such a location.

Anyway, the 3.5 hour session was intense and the word "INTENSE" simply isn't adequate to describe what I went through.  The numerical test followed by a case study and an interview sounds deceptively straightforward, but my brain was absolutely wrecked right after the numerical test.  Halfway through the case study, I thought my heart would just stop and I would drop dead and die, slumped across the big wooden table in my cheap G2000 blazer, china-tailored shirt and cK blue tie.

Got caught in a crazy jam along Bukit Timah road, spending 1.5 hrs in the darn bloody bus and dinner at KAP's Macs with Kenneth.  Kenneth was ostensibly in a "high" state during CG and the conversation in the car on the way back to the MRT was full of interesting marketing slogans for Singapore's fourth university, SuTD.  We debated on whether they should have renamed it STUD, discussed the merits of NTU instead of NUT and other random topics.

"We would sound funny without U." (which reminds me of "JoiNUS")

"We're positive!"

Sometimes, a name could make or break a marketing campaign.  Seriously.

  

towinstonwithlove.

jon koh says:

yah, so is cny

u celebrating with winnie right

{Sally} Your love shines the way into paradise says:

nah

he so cheapskate

today he told me he will nv buy me a diamond ring

he will keep the money to buy lv for himself

jon koh says:

hahahaha

i would do the same my dear

HAHAHAHHA

{Sally} Your love shines the way into paradise says:

yar lah

the both of you

STRIKE OFF MY LIST FOREVER

jon koh says:

HAHAHAHA

winnie shudn't be such a scrooge

disgusting

{Sally} Your love shines the way into paradise says:

SO ARE U

jon koh says:

hahah hes going to work in banks leh

ibanker

different

the pay different already lor

u wan fakes diamonds not

hahahahah

{Sally} Your love shines the way into paradise says:

we should copy and paste this conver and show him

lol.

jon koh says:

yah u shud

maybe in his shame he'll buy u an lv bag with diamonds inside

{Sally} Your love shines the way into paradise says:

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH

ok!

 

Blah.

Back in Singapore.  Back in school.  Done over 6 interviews.

I need to pack my room.  It's like a provision shop / store room. My mum ransacked it while I was away and decided to pack everything into boxes.  Random brands appear on them.  Gross.  Urgh.  I need to get new, strong, stylish, sturdy shelves.  

Blah.  And I miss online shopping.  I can't access the US clearance sites anymore.  :(

On the flip side, there are a 10001 Zara stores now in Singapore within a 100m radius of each other.  And 10000000000000 square metres of retail space.

Plus we're going to get a new Universal Studios.  Guess the trip to Florida was a tad bit superfluous.

Nehnehporkz.

Yes, I broke my cup today and mum lost Dad's hp. My green cup with the cute face and the button nose is no more, no thanks to the curved edge of bloody coffee table.  I look at it now and see a production possibility function aka PPF.

Daddy loved his phone.  He was so proud of it when he bought it at the IT fair. He used it to take photos and videos even though the picture quality was terrible.  But he loved it still.  Like his kids - not very functional, but still his pride and joy.

Mum bought an iPhone to replace it.  

Go figure.