My Baby was released from the repair centre an hour before Milyn was discharged from the hospital. I was the sleepless mummy and the worried friend who took both of them home. It caused me a lot of pain to look at my Baby when it first came home - he was an empty shell. I spent the whole day nourishing my Baby, trying to restore its original functioning condition. He's actually doing very well despite the almost 8500 tracks from my iTune library and all 2007 pictures in my iPhoto that couldn't be retrieved.
Theoretically, my Baby has got a new brain in him now. It was so badly damaged that nothing can be retrieved from the original hard drive. I'm not convinced, hence, I'm bringing his old brain back to KL to seek for alternative opinions. Bad news - I have to re-do my last 2000 words, the hardest last bit of my semester. This is crap, really! Writing isn't a problem but looking for all those journals that I've used for my referencing isn't easy at all. It is killing me and the more I couldn't find, the angrier I felt.
After all those that had died mentioned in my previous entry, I've more to announce to you. My heater in the bathroom fused while I was warming myself up applying body lotion; the kitchen hood's light fused when I was cooking curry chicken at 6am last Tuesday; while I was attempting to change the globe of the hood on Thursday evening, I managed to break the hood cover; not to forget the glass that I've broken on the same morning.
I was frustrated, I teared but I'm okay. I just needed to let it all out and you know what? Break all you want because I can afford to get new ones. I love new things anyways. If this is any sort of sign to tell me that I was being unlucky, this would also be the same sign for me to tell you that I am stronger than that.
On a brighter note, I've finally cleaned up my apartment, it's now sparkly clean. June can be my witness as I proudly invited her to my apartment on Saturday. This cleaned apartment was a great solace to me on Saturday night when all I needed was to relax at home and stick my nose to the therapeutic sudoku. On top of this great achievement, I've also made my IPL laser hair removal first consultation + treatment for next month; booked myself in for car service and decided to go for yoga after class tomorrow. I know I've procrastinated for another week but really, I'm doing it tomorrow.
It's been 34 hours that I haven't slept. I should take a hot shower and hit the sack. Early start tomorrow and fingers crossed, finish up that dreary 2000 words. Sweet dreams darlings.
Monday, July 23, 2007
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yay! finally i get to do my reading while having my morning tea.
do you want to borrow the Microsoft works?
glad to hear your baby's back babe! i will bring a copy of 2007 pix that i have to contribute to your baby's recovery.. muaks! miss u heaps <3
I'm so glad to be back too!
June, thanks and yes, I want I want any software you have please...
Steph, I want Juice mag and pictures, yes, please. Thank goodness I've got a habit of uploading pictures on Multiply.
Mrs P, how come this time you didn't yell at me and said that I was the irresponsible blogger? :p
Yea~ glad to hear tat... but im gonna start to suffer almost da same sh*t as u did... for 40days... im gonna breath without internet... as i went to terminate my phone line today... but just a another 40 days for me to back home lor.. so im leaving a last comment for u from india~ my last words for u... stay healthy... stay pretty~
What the f*ck?!
You make things sound so depressing now. It's not the end of your world okay? Go back to Malaysia and keep blogging.
And... don't compare my situation with yours as when you turn on your computer 40 days later, your data are still available, mine had gone with the wind.
Babe, the worst is over. Cheer up:)
Babe... 'cos i didn't want to make you feel any worse than you already do...
i know how it feels to lose all that stuff we entrust our notebooks with...
That was very sweet of you, xx
It hurts bad thinking of what I've lost, f*cking hurts bad!
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