Rubbing salt in my wound
April 14, 2008

When I came home on Thursday, my mum told me that the Internet had died not long after I had left home for school.  In a short time frame of about ten seconds, I thought three thoughts.

1. The comic strip in Archie Comics, where Jughead’s potted poinsettia, “who” was in love with Jughead, wilted each time he tried to leave “her”.

2. God has a wicked sense of humour.  The Internet has to konk out just when I need it to send and receive files to and from my schoolmates, and submit my assignments (end-of-term is always an unbelievably busybusybusy period).

3. Shit.

Thoughts #2 and #3 are the reason why I did not know whether to laugh or cry when I was put on hold on the SingNet helpline, and the following advertisement was played more than ten times (it was alternated with one other advertisement).

Rubbing salt in my wound

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Happy Valentine’s Day: How do I live without you and you and you
February 14, 2008

1. 6000+ MB (and counting) Email Quota

I use one of my Gmail accounts as an online storage space. I love the fact that I can continually reply myself and the whole exchange is stored as a single mail – keeps my inbox organised. I send files to myself when I’m too lazy to bring my thumbdrive…from my bedroom to the living room.

2. Tabbed Browsing

So much easier to switch screens when I’m secretly surfing Wet For Went.

3. Microsoft Word

If I had to handwrite my term papers, my lecturers would cry. My handwriting is disgusting. An exchange student from U.S. told me that they do their examinations on computers while congregated in an examination hall. I cannot decide whether I want the same practice to be adopted here. I’m an awesome typer…but not when I’m gabra, so I might not have an advantage after all.