Unboxing a Refurbished 13′ Macbook Pro

3 12 2015

Ola amigos! So after much research and deliberation (with myself), I’ve decided to go for a refurbished macbook pro, as compared to a brand new one. Most of mac users do recommend going the reburb route as there is not much of a difference in terms of how it runs and how long it will last you.

My initial battle with this decision was that I wasn’t getting a brand new macbook. It sounds like as if they were throwing me hefty bill for a rejected laptop. In reality, refurbished means there was initially a broken part that was found with this particular machine and it was replaced and thoroughly inspected, before releasing it again at a significantly cheaper price. The greatest part about this is you can buy a refurb mac directly from apple, so you KNOW it ain’t dodgy.

I bought mine through the apple store app, which honestly was such a pleasant and easy process, it made me wonder why I haven’t just been using this to buy all my apps products. Idiot proof, hassle free. You can sign in with your apple id that would already have your credit card details on there. How incredibly convenient can it get?


Just like that

I got myself a 13.3 inch Macbook Pro with Retina Display 8GB memory, for $1,298.

A lot of past refurb mac buyers do warn that the macbook would come in a less glamorous box then if you buy a brand new one. So if you’re the type to horde boxes, then maybe this isn’t for you. If you order it before 3pm, they’ll deliver it the next day. You can choose from the time slots given: 9am – 12pm, 12pm – 5pm or 5pm – 9pm. I opted for the earliest time slot and it arrived at about 10am.

There is a tracking page on the app that lets you keep track of where your laptop is traveling to and from. Gotta be honest, I stalked the heck of the package. haha


And before I knew it, here it was!


Not so glamorous. The box is sealed with tape so you’ll need to knife it open.


First thing you see when you open the box. Just in case you have any doubts about the authenticity of your purchase haha


Brand new accessories


My new baby securely tucked in


Wrapped in plastic. Looks absolutely brand new


Sealed so you can be assured it hasn’t been tempered with.



So there you have it. I’m currently typing on this macbook and am absolutely obsessed with it. Setting it up takes a bit of time. I did get a little jammed up at the file vault disk encryption page while setting up.


My first rainbow wheel on this mac!

Took about 15 minutes before it went to my desktop screen, asking me to plug in my charger as it wasn’t done encrypting whatever the fuck it was encrypting. Took another 7 Minutes. So if you don’t see yourself really using this feature, disable it when setting up so you can save some time. Took about another 10 minutes to update my software but after that it was smooth sailing.

So I hope this was helpful to you guys that were wondering how exactly a refurbished macbook looks like. It still as gorgeous as ever. It’s apple after all. 🙂


New Favourite Spoilage

19 11 2015

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14 10 2015

Add this to the list of things I wanted just because it was pretty. My boyfriend is ❤

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Bali Love

14 09 2015

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Make Up Essentials

26 08 2015

Glad I’m enough of a noob that packing for trips doesn’t require too much space for face stuff. 😁


4 07 2015


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The Only Boy

4 05 2015

I grew up thinking love was going to come easy.  Mostly because of my beautiful sister. I love her to death but she’s probably the one that has build in my mind an unreasonably high standard when it came to romance. Thinking back, I don’t remember my sister ever being alone. She either had a boyfriend or had someone chasing her. This was made very obvious from the gifts and flowers I’d have to receive at our doorstep on her behalf. Every time, for some reason, it was always me that had to sign for them. 
Once on Valentines day, she had 3 suitors come over back to back to pick her up with bouquets of flowers. It was such a sight to see really. If you’ve seen my sister, you’ll know why. Truly a heartbreaker that one, but grew up to be one with a beautiful soul. 

Today, she’s happily married to an amazing man I’m happy to call my brother in law. He treats her so good and has became a great addition to the family. 

Then that leaves me. My mother had to hold me for my last break up and her heart broke along with mine. She felt every thing and that drove her to be so cautious for me. At some point even wishing I’d never fall in love again so no one could break my heart again. “Your sister has done men wrong in the past.” The beliefs are that her bad doings might be passed on to me, the youngest one. Karma. If i were to be the recipient of all her bad juju, I’m genuinely screwed. 

I’ve never been the sort to want more than one. Everything about it is wrong to me and most of all, who has that kind of energy really Hahaha. When I’m with someone, no other guy can exist that way for me. That’s good news to the man I’m with, bad news if he doesn’t feel or do the same. 

For as long as I’ve remembered, roses have been my pick me up. Whenever i wanted to feel pretty or good about my life, I’d get myself roses. Granted they weren’t from a man but for awhile, I thought it to be empowering to be able to hold my own. All the while wishing and praying someday, someone will love me enough to takeover and be the one to make me feel good. I also often bought flowers for other people, in sadness or celebration. It was a way to earn good juju, by giving. 

My previous relationship was a little hint that the “little sister curse” was going away so easily. 
He was not a bad person. Just a man, in love with someone else (and himself). I had to figure that out during the relationship, and let him choose her in the end. He had told me earlier on in the relationship that he wasn’t the type to buy a girl flowers. I sorta shrugged it off, thinking well, life. A few months after we broke up, A friend of mine, not thinking that it’d have any significance, told me my ex had given this chick flowers for valentines day. That didn’t feel great. 

A few years on, I met Fuad. I told him how much I loved flowers. Much to my despair, he says, almost in the exact same way, that he’s not the type to buy a girl flowers. 

Then it struck me. It wasn’t any of these guys that weren’t the sort, it was me. Maybe I’m not the sort to get flowers. And for awhile, I believed it too. It honestly dug a hole in my heart thinking I wasn’t good enough. Had a few moments where I blamed my sister for it. The curse. I didn’t really believe in it but I didn’t have anyone else to blame. 

Today, well as lame as this sounds, the curse took a hit. ☺️   

Boxed roses. Goddamn. This was the damn dream. I was just telling Tabby the other day how gorgeous boxed roses were and how badly I wanted them. Today my dear boy made my dream come true. I was so happy, I would’ve cried if both my parents and our guest maid was intently watching my reaction. 

Fuad has been the only boy I’ve had a new years kiss then watched fireworks with, the only boy I’ve chased sunsets with, the only boy who woke up at dawn because I wanted to see the sunrise and of course, the only boy who wasn’t the sort to buy flowers, but did so for me.  I hope he’ll be my boy, voor eeuwig en altijd. 

I seriously love this boy.