Broken.

Sometimes I just want to cry.

I hope the tide of time will move over and bring down my facade of happiness.

Because I am not.

Black Monday

I was reading about Alan Greenspan and his contributions to the Federal Reserve last night and came across the phrase Black Monday. Ironically, today is my own Black Monday.

This morning, my laptop crashed onto the floor and the metal casing smashed and cracked. Damn. The only fortunate thing was that my laptop was still working properly and my files were still intact. But my good old lappie looks like it has just been involved in some freak car accident. The sides have broken into one million pieces. The cover is swollen and the metal near the screen is cracked badly.

Called the Fujitsu Service Center this afternoon and guess how much I was quoted? 400 freaking bucks just to replace the entire casing. The warranty does not cover aesthetic parts like casing. Hell.

Should I or should I not replace? If I replace, 400 bucks will fly out of my savings. If I don't.. I could cut myself in the wrist and die while working on some freak paper. Sigh. Not much of a choice, do I?

Break.

I was doing my readings. But the more I worked, the more I felt irritated. Figured what I need is a mini break from books and declare how much I hate school again.

Made my inceptive trip to Ministry of Sound (MoS) last night with the 26/02 girls. We wanted to do a mini countdown for Qimin's birthday but in the end, twins and I got misplaced and were left wandering around the club. Left the club early after wishing min a happy birthday.

Once again,

Happy 21st Birthday, min!*

Anyway, MoS was totally disappointing. The people were elitist, the drinks were expensive and the music was nothing to rave about. Blah. Will never step into MoS even if you pay me. Okie, maybe it depends on the amount.

A freshman I know was extremely bewildered by why the seniors were hanging around in school during what was supposed to be a happy mid-term break. My many very unhappy experiences in SMU made me raise my eyebrows so fast and high that I figured they would stay up there forever.

In short, I have been spending every freaking day of this week in school. Time passed so fast that it is now Friday and I have not accomplished much that I set out to do in the beginning of the week. Sundays in school. Every time the thought comes into my mind, I would start humming Remy Zero's Save Me.

Shall stop for now. Back to the heavy drum beats and Remy Zero's "Somebody sa-avve me! I don't care how you do it just sa-avve me!" Heh. But before I leave, I shall save you by these pictures from MoS last night which I got from min's blog.

* It's in pink. My favorite color. I know it is not my birthday and you like green but because I think green does not really go with the blog skin so errmm.. pink it is.

Sick.

My eyes have not been feeling right of late. Probably due to my contact lens. It gives me a tremendous headache along with a fainting sensation. And then I start to feel like I am going to hurl. The fortunate thing is that I managed to make it back home and not puke on the train. Not a pleasant sight, I guess.

So it is back to good old glasses and days of a geek. At least for a couple of weeks.

Speaking of hurling and queasiness. I am sick in a different arena. School! Gosh. I have never hate classes more than ever. This is back to days of bad Professors and the unmistaken buzz of confusion they set in me whenever they start.

Although the definition of "bad Professors" is extremely subjective, I would say that there are several distinctive characteristics to be fulfilled in order for any person to be given this extremely notorious accolade. Ahem.

1. Any human being with the title of Professor, Assistant Professor, Adjunct Professor, Associate Professor.
2. Any human being with the title listed in (1) and speaks with an enigmatic and incomprehensible buzz around students.
3. Any human being with the title listed in (1) and gives a lousy grade.
4. Any human being with the title listed in (1) and puts students in a circular train of thought when students volunteers in class discussion.

The list is non-exhaustive.

If (4) sounds atypical to you because you feel that any human being with the title listed in (1) is supposed to have greater intellectual ability than an undergraduate sitting in a Seminar Room, then you are a freak. Why? Because I say so. So much for answering my questions. Or even everybody's questions.

If I were to give the definition of any human being with the title listed in (1), it would be to befuddle and confound. Awarding any human being with the accolode in (1) would be to begin a life of speaking in jargons and inexplicable circular arguments. Blah.

Anyway, I know I should be studying hard now because its Week 6 and the impending arrival of Week 7 spells three midterm examinations. Argh!

Goodbye for now. And its back to the world of books, readings and class notes.