It seems I’m still the middle child of the family getting the cloths from my older sister (at least I was not the last child). Of course this is a metaphor: I have 8 and 10 years age difference with my sisters -who are actually step sisters from different fathers. But instead of cloth, it’s electronics. Mike gave me his old iPod Touch because he bought him self -it doesn’t really matter who bought it either, money comes from the same place anyway- an iPhone.

This is a picture from last year. I’ve had the iPod you see in my right hand since then and envy the iPod Touch (in my left hand and front plan) all that time. I guess you could say visualization works.
I think it’s fun to be the middle child. And it’s fun to have an iPod Touch. I’ve had it for 3 days and I’m still experimenting the apps -but mostly playing games, ho làlà. There’s only a slight problem: the screen is much to small. Especially when you just wake up, aren’t wearing your glasses and want to read your tweet stream and write replies to your twitter friends.
I’m now even more convinced that I want an iPad. I would already have one if I wasn’t living in Canada. I can already imagine all I will accomplish before even getting out of bed…