Laptop Distress Averted! Laptop is Back!

October 17, 2008

In a dramatic twist of fate, I got my laptop back this afternoon.

I had it fixed in a friend’s shop just this morning and now it’s back in my loving arms.

That just goes to show you, I am loved by God. XD

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Laptop Distress

 

I have just figured out something that’s vital to my survival: I’ll die without my laptop.

 

It has everything I’ve ever made and needed, everything I’ll ever need and care for. It has my original writings, copies of my articles published, my current resume and even the “emo-ssential” photographs of past and present loves. It has been my personal assistant, my technological conscience and my portal to timely knowledge. If it was a girl, I’d marry it in a heart beat.

 

Unfortunately, it’s not and the fact that even humans break down every once in a while makes all the whining I can muster seem so incorrigible. It’s just sad that my laptop seems to always find time to take is vacation when I need it the most. I’m not sure if that’s the whole idea behind it but pissing people off is never justified, unless of course you’re doing it for fun.

 

My laptop might just be spiting me, corrupting its own system file in the process (what a risk taker), since I’ve been saying time and time again that I will might will replace it when I’ve saved enough for its replacement. Sony Vaio or Apple iBook? Only time will tell.

 

It’s not because I find my Neo Laptop obsolete that I’m willing to replace it when the time comes. It’s just that it was a gift given to me by my parents since owning a laptop for college is a prerequisite for my age group. In the name of independence, I yearn to buy my own using my hard earned cash.

 

For what it’s worth, my Neo laptop has been gravely important, or helpful, with all my undertakings. I got my job through it, met the most awesome people around with it and virtually grew up in it.

 

From the lactose-intolerant Tsinoys (inside joke) to the super amazing cosplayers (*coughMicaAnunciacioncough*); from the unbelievably artistic deviants (TP hobos) to the masters of the gaming scene (GM Tristan = Godlike); everyone who’s been registered as my online friend would remain strangers without my trusty Neo and, by technicality, my ever dependable SmartBRO connection.

                                                                                         

Hopefully, it gets out of the shop as soon as it is unscathed.

Rain Drops.

October 10, 2008

 

There are times when I’d think that giving up may just be the right choice. Of course, during those times, I’d either be highly depressed, bored out of my wits or just plain knackered.

 

A bottle of beer, or a whole case, won’t be enough to lift whatever’s left of a downed spirit. Trashy porn or brainless comedies may shed a few minutes off of boredom but it won’t entirely be won over. With anger, you either thrash your room or flame some unlucky newbie on an online game, before finally getting beaten by fatigue. The good thing about the law of impenetrability is that you can’t be three different things at the same time. Unless of course, you’re a girl or losing is the only option left.

 

There are many times when I’d rather lose the game than continue playing against the inevitable fall. There’s just this nagging feeling of hopelessness, of a horrible truth that seems so dignified, so cultured, enough to withstand your well-aimed spit. A noble name made flashier by leopard fur coats and an obviously exaggerated accent. A regular Joe would think less of himself in the midst of the elitist faker. Graying hair complemented only by the graying skies, the wilting daisies and his dying enthusiasm. Everything comes to a complete halt every now and then.

 

As rain continued to pour down the unyielding asphalt, the unmistakably eerie silence of an empty street was torture to my sleepy wake. At both ends, there didn’t seem to be anything waiting for me. So for a few more minutes, I just stood there. I didn’t know what would happen next. I expected some sort of grace to fall from above but I knew something that unexpected would only happen when I won’t expect it to happen. Life procrastinates just like anyone else.

 

A gentle tug on my shirt by some child who wants to learn something new, a sweet smile that serves as an anti-depressant and inspiration to tired hands, and a warm hug that could put Starbucks’ head to the bankruptcy guillotine…

 

An uncertain future versus a glorious present? On a crippled plane or a motorcycle? Not money, glory nor fame, can top a hot cup of chocolate with my muse.

 

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