Sigh.
I have really no idea where will my carelessness take me.
I dropped my laptop on the floor just now.
And guess what? the screen cracked into the design of lightning.
Although still userable, the screen suck big time.
I called up acer,and they told me that its not under warranty as it is user's fault for dropping it and it will cost me around $400 to get the bloody screen replaced.
Damn.
This is the only time i dropped my laptop, and it is such fatal one.
$400 dollar leh...I can buy another PSP with that amount of money lo!
To add on to my misery.
Upon reaching my workplace an hour ago thinking that the meeting was still on.
It was cancelled.
There came a moment whereby the insensible part of me started blaming people whom didnt inform me that the meeting was cancelled,else, not of this will happen.
But i know, i was just shifting blames,
It still boils down to my carelessness.
Having so many assignment dueing next week.
I have no idea what am i suppose to do if my laptop decides to die on me this time.
My freehand,words and everything else is in the bloody laptop.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
I am seriously bloody moody right now.
I just hope that all my other belongings will not end up the same fate as my laptop.
These issues makes me sympathizes as well.
And it makes me re-wonder beyond whats apparent.
It makes me feel so uncomfortable
Although only as a by-stander, I can easily relate to the whole thing.
For i saw my past.
And i realise, people are just not truthful enough.
I am once again, disppointed in you.
Yet trying very hard not to be disappointed.
It seems that what's benealth me, is surfacing again.
I know, some might argued that associating friendship with shelf life is ridiculous.
Anything that's doesn't goes through a proper maintainence will eventually fade one day.
I just find myself so contradicting.
Everyone have different faces, Little share the same perspective.
Who to trust?
I tried and I stood on the neutral ground, and observe the on going commotion.
They startled me.
I am neither a saint, nor am I perfect.
Therefore, I know, if it can happen infront of me, it can happen behind me.
I fear.
For i have seen.
I drew myself back a little,
When it repeats.
I just want to get it done and over with.
For i might get myself stirred up just like that.
I share claudia's sentiment.
But HENG AH.
I have your there.
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I-----am-----dead.
DTAT murdered me.
MMP killed me.
Dead dead dead.
Wednesday is the submission.
I still have so many things not done.
Ah, procrastination again.
What else.
It's like a butcher chasing a pig for its life.
I am like the pig, saw it coming, yet refuses to run, cos i am just plain lazy and of course, a pinch of "I cant escape my fate" thing.
I must be like wilbur!
But like wilbur, who will be mine CHaR-lo-tee?
Oh man.
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It's just so comfortable to be with old cliques, and of course my cousins.
Very spontanous and very sensitive.
Need not think to talk, cos things just comes out from the mouth spontanously.
But is it because of business, that we are not able to find that little time out to chat?
Not likely.
But it's also right to say that friends need not talk everyday to stay close.
So, i dont know.
It's just how pirority works.
Apple mac totally just sucks.
It's so not user friendly and it's sooo irritating.
Got me so irritated.
Windows on the other hand, is so user friendly.
And doesnt have irritating roll over and minimize function.
I so hate that.
Well, Maybe i am just being bias.
Or not.
It still suck.
But i still like the design.
Millions of assignments dueing next week.
And I still cant find the inspiration to do them
But I reckon that what that has to be done, must be done.
Rather then doing last minute work again, and in turn, brings down myself, and most importantly, my grades.
Why not do it whole-heartly.
Since they both end up needing you to submit that piece of work.
So, off am i to bed.
It's very hard to express my feelings these days.
While michelle and gang were chatting about their secondary school days.
I was there stoning, while recalling.
No doubt, i still miss those days.
And, i still find much difficulties socialising with my present class.
Even after so long.
Damn myself.
