The past few months has been quite an electronic living hell.
Firstly, I played the PSP so much that when I held onto it, I realised I had sold my soul to it. Imagine knowing that the little black box controls your actions. Talk about addiction. Your thoughts and even dreams revolve around the games you play. I had no choice but to release the demon that was controlling me.
Then there was the world's lousiest phone. The phone which never rings when someone calls you and gives you miss calls half a day later. And the most irritating function, it cannot ring and vibrate. Even if it did vibrate, my nose hairs can twitch with better feeling. I didn't choose the phone, it was a spare. All the phones I bought for myself had to be sold for reasons I cannot discuss. Again, I did not have much choice but to get a new one. True, the battery is not as lasting. But it gets the job done.
I have passed my notebook to my sis and so now I'm stuck with the home desktop. It was built for my 21st, so its been around for 3 years plus. Quite a wonder some may say. On F1 day, you can hear it competing with Hamilton for who's got the loudest roar. I think the helicopter fly-past was more peaceful. And now, its running worse than ever. If ECGs gave a constant beep, the guy would be dead. My desktop gives you many beeps, telling you it wants to die but would prefer to torment you for a few more minutes. Writing this blog is the result of a successful operation of keeping the guy alive for a space of time.
I think I have reached a point where I do not want the cheapest, most value-packed things in life. I want reliability.
Then there was the world's lousiest phone. The phone which never rings when someone calls you and gives you miss calls half a day later. And the most irritating function, it cannot ring and vibrate. Even if it did vibrate, my nose hairs can twitch with better feeling. I didn't choose the phone, it was a spare. All the phones I bought for myself had to be sold for reasons I cannot discuss. Again, I did not have much choice but to get a new one. True, the battery is not as lasting. But it gets the job done.
I have passed my notebook to my sis and so now I'm stuck with the home desktop. It was built for my 21st, so its been around for 3 years plus. Quite a wonder some may say. On F1 day, you can hear it competing with Hamilton for who's got the loudest roar. I think the helicopter fly-past was more peaceful. And now, its running worse than ever. If ECGs gave a constant beep, the guy would be dead. My desktop gives you many beeps, telling you it wants to die but would prefer to torment you for a few more minutes. Writing this blog is the result of a successful operation of keeping the guy alive for a space of time.
I think I have reached a point where I do not want the cheapest, most value-packed things in life. I want reliability.
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