SYU {thesyueffect}
Cedar Jumper, CJC Odac-er
I like dinosaurs, jellybeans, robots and girls.
Never regret anything,
Because at one point, it was exactly what you wanted.
Sometimes dreams are the only thing that keeps us alive ☆
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
I'M BACK, BITCHES.
With a spanking new makeover to add. But you're still not gonna see me blog as avidly as I used to. (Yeah, this is where you go, 'What? Agaaiiinn?') & I have a very good explanation for that.
Okay, so this is how the story goes.
One early morning, clever little Syu was innocently playing Facebook on her laptop. There she was, diligently feeding her virtual fishes in Fishville, when suddenly, she felt hungry. So, she headed towards the kitchen and decided to make a cup of coffee for herself. Grabbing the box of her favourite Marks&Spencers cookies, she returned to her laptop. Suddenly, *cue suspenseful music* Syu's abnormally long limb accidentally knocked over the cup of coffee, all over her laptop and keyboard. Oh no! *cue Syu's best 'WTF' face* In a state of panic, Syu decided to blowdry her keyboard in a bid to salvage her keyboard. What quick-thinking, Syu! Pleased with herself, she spent several minutes blowdrying. When she was satisfied, she put her blowdryer aside. To her horror, *cue horror-ful music* she found that her keyboard melted! & now her whole keyboard is unusable and she has to depend solely on the pathetic on-screen keyboard which takes absolutely forever to type. The End.
For those who never knew an on-screen keyboard existed, go to Accessories > Accessibility > On-Screen keyboard, and share my misery. I think I've developed finger muscles from all that clicking. & by the way, all this happened about two weeks ago, yet I have done nothing to solve this problem. Not even call the repair dude. & no, I have not told my Mummy, cause if I did, I swear she'll put me in a blender and watch me die. Leave a tag if you know how much a new keyboard or repair would cost.
& for the 2 minutes you took to read this post, it took me a good twenty minutes to type it out.
And it doesn't include toilet breaks.
Bitches.