Heyooooooo

I think that my computer was dropped on its CPU when it was a laptop because it behaves like complete retard... I really mean it!!! And my laptop sucks, because it has exceeded its playtime with my brother, thereby triggering a diffusion cycle where, like my brother, it starts losing brain cells (or in its case, kilobytes or RAM) to the surrounding atmosphere.
Spend a few minutes with my brother and you’ll understand. Spend a few seconds with my laptop and you’ll sympathise.

Not funny

A typical encounter with my laptop goes like this (as it is the only device now capable of internet connection as my computer was dropped on its CPU...remember?). Switch it on. See that the LCD screen is still not on…bang it on the left side really hard, preferably with a fist and the screen will myopically blink to life after which there will be this few seconds of crazed flickering then will order be restored.

And that happens if you’re lucky. If not, the screen will switch itself on and there will be this weirdo plasma colour design in my computer where you can vaguely make out the COMPAQ swirling in the centre. The first time it happened, I was alone and I screamed because I thought it was possessed by one of those crazed Japanese computer ghosty thingies (it was the guilt of mocking them that made me scream). I almost though it would start emitting voices.

Also not funny,

Well the point of me introducing you to my RAMless laptop, is to explain the lack of communication in my blog.

Which by the way is also a repercussion of the not-working-very-well enforcement mechanism of my parents (which at least is marginally more efficient than flathead’s which consists of letting thieves go for lessons but not unfairly abused individuals which are a result of repressed ex slacker school students) because of getting you-know what. The dratted S word

Not sex damnnit. Btw, if anyone nice soul has heard of the JC Chasez song “All day long I dream about sex“ (like Qi ying) please inform me ASAP so I can enlighten dear Deborah that I DID NOT MAKE IT UP AND IS NOT A RESULT OF ME THINKING ABOUT IT THE WHOLE DAY! I do not! Where the heck do people get these ideas!?!

Oh, btw, today I met princess bratz posse and it is overwhelmingly painful. They’re like alcohol, nice in small doses but highly potent in shots and excruciating in large doses. But gotta admit, they’re a classic and highly entertaining. haah~ kinda remind me of my own friends but infinitely more duh. Yay! Thatz a compliment to you guys!

Worrying about the studying which I have not been doing. My bro just cleared his exams with DISTINCTIONS excepting the pass in maths (guess it must run in the family) and I feel stressed cuz I must perform and how he does it while slacking and chatting up girls, god only knows.( to date, since going aussie, he has cleared atleast 10 and counting…he’s such a casasnova [said with a heavy sarcasm])

In comparision, I feel unfulfilled and void

Boo hoo.

This has been such a wasted entry and the blame lands squarely on flat head’s shoulders. I am upset.
Haah.