As much as I hate to admit that my laptop will not took its toll on me, it did. After three years of ownership, it decided to play games with me. Thanks to isa for fiddling with the keyboard, the laptop shut itself down and stubbornly refuse to restart. The blue screen keeps on materialising before it fades away and leave a blank black space behind. I was literally on the verge of jumping off the cliff and be suicidal over the bestbuddy refusal. However, well after twenty four hours of pullingmyownhair incident, I have to fork out hundred and twenty six bucks for the service repair due saturday. I keep on encouraging myself that I'm doing a greater good for the laptop more than for myself. What good will it be anyway, if I would've spend the money on some dresses or pants or even shoes.. especially those red shoes at tangs studio? Oh dear God, temptation is my worst enemy of all.

Apart from the laptop screwing my life upside down, there's the bad knee injury I suffered after being brutally pushed by an absolutely courtesy-less nyonya in the elevator. If luck is indeed like a ph indicator, I'm thrown into acidic water. The doctor told me I had mild ligament strain and I need to rest my knee for two days without any massive walking. He gave me an injection to numb the pain followed by antiseptic wash and cream for the bruises and not forgetting the antibiotics capsules. Despite the pain, I felt so relieved after receiving my mc. I told the other half about my two days break from work and he complained about how easy it is for the ladies to get mc's. Jealousy decided to rear its ugly head again. Hehe.

I am now hoping that everything will turn out fine for me and the dear laptop. Hopefully, there will be no need of any reformatting of hard disks cause it still contains the precious memories of photos taken, as well as the e-card he sends me (yes, I still have it saved dear) and other confidential files. If all is lost, I simply don't know how to face the tune of life. Maybe a whole box of famous amous cookies and pistachio dark chocolates will coax me through. Though, I hope I will not have to resort to that. For the moment, Elif Shafak's book about the Bastard of Istanbul keeps me going and hoping for the best yet to come.

Smile through the thunder
Laugh through the storm
In the brim of darkness
Sunshine will prevail