push the button

I can just sit here motionless and dwell in my despair, maybe weep a tear or two. Just when I thought that Purple Rain is history, here comes Mr. Press Me.

Mr. Press Me is my monitor which will soon be replaced by a normal monitor I extremely insanely, desperately hope. Mr. Press Me (actually computers are hermaphrodites but nevermind, today it is a Mr. for me) needs to be pressed on his power switch AND do not let go if you want to see him switched on. (I could type turned on, but it sounds so wrong.) If you do, he’ll just go blank.

So right now, I’m in this weird awkward position where one hand goes across pressing the button and another is inside the drawer because I put my keyboard in the drawer. (Spatially challenged, no more queries please.) And just a split second ago I realised I can actually type with both hands while the monitor is off because everything will still appear on the screen. After all, his partner, CPU is functional, it’s only him. Why didn’t I thought of this before? [Overcomed with momentary stupidity.]

Now I can’t decide who’s worse? The one which caused me eyesore (Purple Rain), or this one here which causes me fingersore?

*post may sound wrong in so many ways. ignorance is bliss.

Edit: This is how a sick monitor looks like. And this is how I mend a broken heart.

Stuff it with cellophane tape. Neat.

Trust me, this is soooo entertaining. [smoke billowing out of ears and nose]

faster please, thank you

It’s not even the first week of January 2009 anymore. My blog has been lying dormant for so long, and really it’s not my fault.

I’m currently lending my roommate’s cable for internet, and the speed over here in hostel is really good. 40++minutes for downloading a 1MB file . Beat that. Oh and did I mention that I am really appreciating normal computer screens now. Just normal would do. After the Purple Rain,I am quite complacent to have this old junk decent computer.

I’m out of words now. 

*one more thing, my english lecturer made blogging sound so professional when she asked,’how many of you are Bloggers here?’ Don’t Bloggers have such a professional ring to it? Or is it just me? [narrows eyes]

Ok. Off to my bed which creaks at a considerable amount and loudness, which probe my curiousity to lift the mattress up and see whether are there any screws loose, only to find wobbly metal rails cellophane taped to the bigger ones. But not to worry, I think it’s okay.