A monthly salary is an addiction, truly. That's the thought expressed in a graphic my friend showed me on her phone. I was introduced to the addiction and the delight of a monthly salary about two months ago. As my salary is not going towards the bills, I am currently free to spend it as I please. Well, sort of. As soon as my parents find out the latest thing I've ordered to be delivered home, they give their approval or disapproval of it and tell me how I should spend my next salary.
Speaking about online shopping, someone told me they knew I did a lot of online shopping. Apparently I've been letting on about it more on social media than I think. Ahem.
Even my phone was delivered, cash on delivery, to my house. After my last phone with the pretty cover bailed out on me, I had to put half of my salary towards getting a new one. It's a nice phone and it looks like we'll be good friends.
I resuscitated my iPod and put some audio on it to listen on my commute. No music, of course. Just nasheeds and Islamic lectures. And Surah Rehman. I have the whole Quran audio on my laptop, but so far my iPod only has Surah Rehman. I'm working on that. Don't give me that look.
I have a love filled experience of Surah Rehman. I love listening to one particular recitation of it. I listened to its detailed explanation, so I understand what is being said. That's awesome.
Oh, and I got my own Bayyinah TV subscription. That's pretty cool. There's a lot of nice stuff on it.
October is birthday month in my family, with my brother's birthday falling within eleven days of mine. I am getting him books. He is getting me clothes and books, but he sent me money to get them, so I think I will lean more towards...can you guess?
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