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Female. 17. Someone who needs this blog because - I don't always say what I mean and I don't always mean what I say. And here I let it all out. Living life and loving it. <3
Monday, June 16, 2008
I don't know if I mentioned it before, but my dad got a new mac. The thing about it is that this new laptop is the black version of mac, which is supposedly way cooler than the white one. This totals up to a total of three macs in my family. It really doesn't make any sense considering my dad is NOT UTILISING it but in fact is JUST LETTING IT COLLECT DUST AT HOME. I mean, when someone asks you where the cd-drive is after months of owning said computer, something is seriously out of whack.
Not that I don't love my father or anything, but that's beside the point. My mum is on a constant shopping spree, peppering me with questions on what I would need to bring back with me to Singapore. If I agreed with everything she suggested, I would probably have to relocate, and the house with me.
Fun fact: someone from my class thought the stethoscope from MYE was the small intestine.
Random as it might seem; I really feel sad for those authors whose work got rejected. I mean, they put in their heart and soul and hours and hours of toiling only to get rejected by an automated letter. After all, there was this guy who sent a washing machine operating manual to a publisher and received the same letter of rejection as those who sent their proper manuscripts.
Boo.
10:45 AM
Monday, June 16, 2008
I don't know if I mentioned it before, but my dad got a new mac. The thing about it is that this new laptop is the black version of mac, which is supposedly way cooler than the white one. This totals up to a total of three macs in my family. It really doesn't make any sense considering my dad is NOT UTILISING it but in fact is JUST LETTING IT COLLECT DUST AT HOME. I mean, when someone asks you where the cd-drive is after months of owning said computer, something is seriously out of whack.
Not that I don't love my father or anything, but that's beside the point. My mum is on a constant shopping spree, peppering me with questions on what I would need to bring back with me to Singapore. If I agreed with everything she suggested, I would probably have to relocate, and the house with me.
Fun fact: someone from my class thought the stethoscope from MYE was the small intestine.
Random as it might seem; I really feel sad for those authors whose work got rejected. I mean, they put in their heart and soul and hours and hours of toiling only to get rejected by an automated letter. After all, there was this guy who sent a washing machine operating manual to a publisher and received the same letter of rejection as those who sent their proper manuscripts.
