The moment she handpicked me from a myriad of computer models in SM North Edsa Cybermall, I just knew I will be a perpetual slave. But I am much-loved slave, at that. Not to say that my master has not exactly offered to enslave herself in exchange just to have me. The typical writing proletarian that she is! The deviant is proletarized, to borrow from Umberto Eco (she could not finish that novel yet because I distracted her too much these past two days.)
Excuse me for my manners, dear readers; allow me to introduce myself. My name is Gab. Gab is a very unisex name. My master wanted me to be a guy but she could not turn me into a guy because my exterior color is purple. So just to save all that hassle of me looking gay and her wanting me to be a guy computer, she named me Gab. I am unisex or asexual and open to anyone’s interpretation. I have no qualms with my undefined gender orientation. The French would probably label me a masculine with their generic le portable name for gadgets.
Also, gab is an allusion of the idiom “gift of gab”, which is what me and my master often try to cultivate in our projects together.
I am quite small in size. My master’s sister Harvey struggle with placing her fudgy olive fingers on my immaculately white keyboard.
But no worrries. I patiently adjust while she chats with her bestfriend Ysabelle on Facebook and play her favorite Nickoledeon games.
Like all computers from my Lenovo family, I have an ergonomically designed keyboard that makes for less painful typing for my writer master.
And my master absolutely adores me. So I’m quite vain in eating up her time, affections and topics for conversation. I have a 320 gigabyte memory that she does not want to exploit in favor of speed. Sure, she finds it awful that she’s only dealing with an MS Word starter pack, but that’s what OpenOffice is there for anyway. I juggle both in my Windows 7 system just fine.
I don’t talk much but I deliver really well for my writer master. I save her the trouble of going to the computer shop in odd hours of the evening just to deliver some deadlines. To top that off, I am her new companion. She will bring me places, literally and figuratively. Me and Globe Tattoo broadband really jell well together, but I am also WiFi capable in case we hit a nice Wifi spot.
I also blend well with master’s Nokia E71, daddy’s board exam gift. I can connect through Smart Internet there and exchange files via Bluetooth technology. The wonders of interconnectivity.
Master’s mommy is worried that the electric bill will run sky high together with the TV abuse this month due to the newly installed Sky Cable Digibox. But you know, I don’t get that gripe much. I will not hoard much of the electric in the home; I am way too small to be responsible for spiking the monthly bill, you know.
Anyway, I’ve taken the spotlight for far too long.
I really look forward to constructing and weaving magic with words.
Thank God for a certain Platinum BPI card and people who believe in my master’s skill.
Can’t wait to meet Caramel (Fairy Jona’s Acer laptop) and my master’s friends’ gadgets. =)
I am just happy to be here. And so is she!