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Monday, August 18, 2008

under normal circumstances, i would not be blogging at this point in time.
not when there's elec practice paper tmr, plus an emath paper1.
but i simply have to air my grievances about what i have just experienced, so whoever is unfortunate enough to be reading this, please bear with me.

i did not start out to do something incredible this late at night, at 10:45 pm.
no, i did not.
what i simply endeavoured to do was to print a couple of documents.
you see, the hard copies of both my 5-lit-essays and emily tan's 5-lit-essays seem to have vanished from the face of this earth, so me the kind soul with both soft copies in my comp decided to print it.
unfortunately, my dearest daddy has not connected the printer to my comp, despite him promising to do so, oh, about half a year ago.
and i dare not do it myself for fear of doing something wrong and having to suffer his wrath just before he flies off.
so anyway. since i can't print on my own comp, i ask to borrow my mum's comp to print. (that printer's much better anyway).

mum: don't download anything ah! later got virus. this is my new machine, i'm so scared.
me: orh. (decides to tread carefully around it)

so, i switch on the comp (it takes me a while to locate the start switch. overtly sophisticated machines, you see.) and begin to try printing.

sadly, some screwed-up security system forces me to sign in TWICE into my hotmail account. fair enough. signing in to MSN isn't that difficult anyway.
the downloading is the part that kills.
a new machine, mark you, that takes five minutes to download two documents.
fair enough, i go and exchange a few words with zhuwei online before heading back to check on its progress.

hurrah, the documents have downloaded.
then, the same screwed-up security system decides to restart the computer in approximately four minutes for some "update procedures". not too sure what those are about.
IMAGINE HAVING TO BEAT THE CLOCK JUST TO PRINT SOMETHING OUT, FOR GOODNESS SAKE.
(we only got four minutes to save the world, yo.)

so anyway, i am fully confident that i can print two simple documents out in four minutes, and thereafter proceed to attempt to print.
THE EFFING PRINT BUTTON WAS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN.
i searched and searched to no avail, while the time ticked and ticked. (bloody security system).

finally, lucky me remembered the keyboard toggle to print.
CTRL+P, for future reference.
with only two minutes left (not so confident with half the time left to save the world), i now REALLY had to beat the clock to print the lit hmwk.

the layout was screwed up and i had no time to let the thing print double-sided, so now everything's single-sided with extraordinarily large margins.
even with all that hassle, i was only left with 30 seconds before the thing restarted on its own.

and that's exactly what it did 30 seconds later. restarted.
except, it only did half of the procedure.
it shut down.
and it didn't turn on again.
i thought it was supposed to be RESTARTING. aka, the SCREEN WAS SUPPOSED TO LIGHT UP AGAIN.
but it didn't.

i will leave my mother to sort out her own fantastic machine for herself.
but she will most prob end up just turning off the power to simplify things.
which is exactly what i would have done, except that when she does it, she doesn't get scolded by anyone whereas when i do it, i get a double scolding from both parents. (when the irony is that my mother would have done the same thing and got away scot-free)

hurrah for fairness and screwed-up newfangled computer machines, yayness.

and now, on my watch it is exactly 11.00pm.

i have impeccable timing, fifteen minutes to write this whole post.
goodbye, and i shall go to bed.
(: