Dead laptop = Boring Sunday night..

It's so boring that I wanna puke. Yes. Puke. After the char siew bao, I just wanna puke. Hogging the iPad and blogging using it because my lappy is officially dead. Ohmygod, freaking whining over the death if it. I never realized how much that cranky laptop meant to me. Like I've lost a very good silent friend. The days and nights of entertainment. GONE. Now I lie resting on my bed, lazy to do anything and camwhoring. How my heart ache. It's really setting in. All these doesn't make sense.

And my fringe is at an awkward stage now. Always covering my right eye.