1.0Leonalim.comhttps://leonalim.com/blogrich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="UtvXN98K70"><a href="https://leonalim.com/blog/index.php/2009/07/18/saying-goodbye/">Saying Goodbye</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://leonalim.com/blog/index.php/2009/07/18/saying-goodbye/embed/#?secret=UtvXN98K70" width="600" height="338" title="“Saying Goodbye” — Leonalim.com" data-secret="UtvXN98K70" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://leonalim.com/blog/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> You were my first baby. I remember how hard it was to get you, the trips we made up and down. You certainly served me well. Through you, I had produced the last 3 Missions Mag. What would I do without you. Especially during my confinement, you were my one loyal companion. A new mother would go crazy without a friend like you by her side. Every question that ran through my mind, you gave me the answers. Well, it’s been four years now, I guess it’s time to let you go. I realise you now can’t do what I want to do, like editing videos with Final Cut Pro, coz your space can’t even install it. Now with more affordable range, I should start saving to get upgrades. So long, my dear iBook G4. I hope you serve your new owner for a few more years to come.