Firstly, I would like to complain about the latest series of the Harry Potter Movies. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban is my favorite book among the five. It has my favorite character (Sirius Black), favorite tool (time-turner), favorite everything! Naturally, I was so looking forward to the movie itself that I rushed to watch the sneaks. But it was a disappointment! It wasn't that the movie is bad, just that it veered rather horridly off the story itself and I found some of my favorite scenes cut off. Why, I thought Harry was supposed to notice Cho Chang in this book? What about Sirius Black trying to "kill" Ron Weasly? The movie did not explicate plenty of things, which will leave non-readers none the wiser about the deeper storyline, such as the friendship between James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. Argh, I much prefer the movie I conjured in my imagination while I read the book, thank you very much. I actually imagined Sirius Black to be much more handsome. Heh heh.

Oh well, on to my other favorite, Lord of the Rings. I finally paid a visit to the LOTR Exhibition at the Science Center. It is pretty interesting except for the fact that there are pesky kids running around. You know, there should be an age limit for such exhibitions. The kids are not interested in viewing the exhibits. They are, however, more interested in incurring the wrath of people like me. For instance, I was reading blissfully the articles beside the exhibit when a fat kid, thinking he is invisible or something, rudely shoved himself in front of me. Then, when I was viewing video clips, another kid will be like "I wanna press the button! I wanna press the button", interrupting the clip I was watching.

Anyway, I bought the ONE RING that rules them all *muhahahahhaha* .... for a grand price of $10. Sauron would be crying if he heard that all the rings are on sale at $10 per piece.

Besides the dough spent on the ONE ring, I also blew a part of my wealth because of the Great Singapore Sale. I shopped with her yesterday until we actually decided to stop because we realized we were spending too much. I am feeling extremely broke right now, but also very fulfilled. Ha ha! I can say bye-bye to any vacation I wish to plan. The GSS has indeed been very successful in keeping Singaporeans like me within its shores. Sigh.
Posted at 11:07 AM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 4 beanoes

If you have followed my previous blog, you would realize how uniquely hilarious my mother can be. Not that she does funny things on purpose, though.

This morning, when I was checking my email on my computer, she screamed down from the bedroom above.

Mother:
"Girl ah! You on the internet? I want you to apply the what?"

Me (As usual):
"The what? Apply for what?"

Mother:
"Aiyah. The what lor. The what."

Me:
"What what?"

Mother:
"The thing lah!"

Wow! Today she made progress. Instead of saying the "what", she made one step closer to revelation by saying the "thing" instead. What progress. However, until this point of time, I still have no whatsoever idea what it is she wanted me to apply online.

So, I continued reading my stuff on my computer.

Meanwhile, my mother walked down the stairs, having no recollection of "the what" incident. She switched on the iron and started to straighten out the dollar bills.

Yes! You read it right, she irons her dollar bills. You see, instead of a typical wallet, she keeps a purse. We bought for her alot of wallets, but she remains loyal to the purse. So instead of placing dollar notes neatly into a wallet like we all do, my mother likes to shove her notes hurriedly into a purse. Unsurprisingly, this results in very crumpled dollar bills.

So sometimes, when she has nothing better to do, she will patiently empty her purse and proceed to iron her dollar bills before folding them again into her purse. A kind of redundant procedure. But that's another story.

So yep, all was peaceful until she gave a soft yelp.

"EH! GIRL! Look! How come this ten-dollar bill become like that?! They gave me a fake ten-dollar note!"

And she waved a severely deformed and shrunkened ten-dollar bill in my face. I informed her that the new dollar bills were made of PLASTIC instead of paper. She refused to believe and kept ironing her other paper notes to show that they were not deformed by the ironing process. So I speedily attempted to sift out other plastic ten-dollar bills before she destroyed any more money. Finally she was convinced and she started laughing at herself.

Imagine if it were to be a plastic fifty dollar note!!

So anyway, I am nice enough to post a warning: DO NOT IRON YOUR NEW DOLLAR BILLS!!!
Posted at 12:52 PM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 6 beanoes

First things first. Here is a picture of the deformed 10-dollar note, as requested by her. I hope MAS will not come after me for defacing the Singapore dollar note. It was done unwittingly, I swear. (By my mum, that is )

Okay, on to this gender stereotyping issue.

Recently, a few people turned to me for confiding their relationship problems. Maybe I have this "Aunt Agony" face or something So anyway, I have this girl friend who is like so darned pretty, smart and everything nice. She also happens to have very doting parents who treat her like their precious. Few years ago, her boyfriend cheated on her and she forgave him. I was quite incredulous.

Perhaps on her part, it was quite forgiveable because afterall, she has feelings for him. But I would expect her protective parents to keep that jerk out of her life ever after. Alas, her parents liked the guy alot and apparently gave an appalling sort of advice.

"All men will stray. It is a matter of time...."



Amazing! Even my goody brother informed me some weeks ago that he thinks it is biologically natural for men to 'want to spread their seeds around' to ensure their offsprings survive. Ugh. So what now? When a male spouse cheats, people around will be like nodding their heads sympathetically and saying "Oh well, it's only natural.."??!

Tsk. What injustice.

More on gender stereotyping. These days, there seems to be a few people chiding me on my lack of abilities to cook.

"NEXT TIME MARRY ALREADY HOW?" my mother nags.

Weirdly, nobody credits me on my abilities to do the 'man' jobs around the house. For instance, repairing toilet flush, replacing light bulbs, making sure the television works right... I would have you to know that my dad often shouts for me when the television images are not clear. My brother looks for me when the computers or router is not working. If I can do these things, I can't see why the male population can't learn to cook. Bleah.

Okie, enough complaints. I shall go back to reading my TIME magazine. Anyway, have you all read this straits times poll regarding spam? Apparently, 80% of the deluded Singapores think spam is useful information!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I almost puked out my breakfast when I saw that. I wondered who the Straits Times polled.. Martians? Who the hell will think spam is useful information?! Ok, wait, I am complaining again. Aha. I shall stop here.
Posted at 11:28 PM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 10 beanoes

The weekend snapped by with plenty of preparation as well as the cleaning up of the aftermath from my father's 55th birthday celebrations at home on Saturday. The thing about celebrating at home is that everyone would want a piece of me.

My mother will be frantically going..
"Girl ah! Can you fetch the chicken wings? Can you bring the table out?! Can you serve coffee to the aunties and uncles? Can you use the camera and take pictures?"

Then, there will be relatives who need directions.
"Eh, where is the baby powder?"
"How to on the television?"

Also, there are relatives and kid cousins who need entertainment.
"Hello, play a few pieces on the piano for me to hear leh..."
"Jie jie, can you please fix up the playstation for us?"
"Jie jie, can you play hide-and-seek with us please?"

SO TIRING!. But also fun, of course.

The other thing about hosting a buffet dinner at home is that my mum will force me to finish up all the leftovers on the next day. So all in all, I ate about 20+ fish balls, 10+ sticks of satay, many pieces of ice cream cake, countless services of curried cabbage...you get the gist. With my brother holidaying in japan, the job of finishing up the leftovers was thrusted ENTIRELY to me! I must have put on at least 2 kilograms over the weekend!

Fortunately, I have set my mind on sticking to a physical fitness regime. Muhahaha. The word is "sticking". I can be very enthusiastic at the start and slack off before you say "Aha!". I signed up for some tennis lessons which will start this Saturday at an ungodly hour of 8 am. Also, I shall drag my track shoes to school and jog at least twice a week! Wish me luck!

Oh oh, I almost forgotten an important sort of milestone that occured on Saturday. I finally met Catherine!! Isn't it grand?! We have been communicating via the web for at least 3-4 years, collaborating on web projects, doing avatars for searchsg, procastinating our work together and all other silly stuff. So when she informed me she would be at Ulu Pandan Community Club (which is a stone's throw away), I grabbed the chance to meet up.

Together with four others (3 cousins and sausagelips) and Mister Toto, Catherine was squashed into the car to be invited to my Papa's birthday party. There was abit of pandemonium as Mister Toto began storming around the squashed-up group at the back. Just imagine a car with 6 humans and a huge dog with plenty of screams. It was pure chaos. Luckily, we managed to arrive my home unscathed.

Oh well, I will upload photos if I get bored with my readings later.
ALOT OF READINGS! DYING! (My supervisor reads my blog sometimes, so I must show him I am suffering instead of "watching movies all the times" like he said.)
Posted at 09:50 AM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 6 beanoes

Updates!
Long-expired pictures! When it rains, it pours. So here are 3 sets of pictures!
Sentosa with Toto
Grandma's Birthday
Papa's Birthday


All right, I declare today my personal Geeky Blog Day. This is the day whereby I talk about what I have read in my papers so far. Before you start to think "WHAT?! SHE IS GOING TO TALK ABOUT BORING RESEARCH STUFF", let me assure you I will only talk about relevant things in applicable context. In addition, I am also trying to englighten my fellow friends and readers about your own subtle behaviour and how not to be cheated by marketers.

Right.

Firstly, do you often face a scenario whereby you make a choice and immediately regret? For instance, in my own bimbotic experience, which color dress should I purchase? Should I get the one which is in denim blue or the one in black? So, to make my decision, I will innocently try on each dress a few times and ultimately decide to purchase one of them. (Or unless you are rich, you might choose to buy two.)

And you think you are done! But no.

Intricate human behaviour makes the unchosen option more attractive once you have elected your choice. So if I have liked the denim blue and black 50-50, chances are I would probably like the black dress more (like 60% for instance), if I have chosen the blue one instead. It happens all th time to me when I am choosing ice-cream flavours, what to eat for lunch... Suddenly things that are initially unattractive seems more appealing after I set my mind on a certain choice. I guess that is what "the grass is always greener on the other side " means. Tee hee.

Right. Move along.

Now picture yourself with the intention of getting a mobile phone and no knowlege whatsoever of the newest gadget in town. A salesperson starts to show you a range of wonderful technology from Nokia, Ericsson, Motorala and blah blah. All the latest and most wonderful handphones that can surf the web, capture photographs and video, allow you to operate your air conditioner from home, play mp3, nag at you to bathe, blah blah. And you thought, "WOW! I AM SPOILT FOR CHOICE!" After pondering for like a few hours, you will probably be still spoilt for choice and exhausted. Then, you will probably tell the the unlucky salesman,"I will come back another day."

That, my friend, is known as choice deferral.

So what happens if the salesman reads the JOURNAL of CONSUMER RESEARCH and becomes deviously cunning at conducting businesses?

He will probably show you a range of lousy-quality phones. Now, I am assuming here that you have no knowledge whatsoever of the latest gadget. He will show you a number of phones with limited qualities and suddenly spring on you with one that has all terrific capabilities that make you go,"OH YEAH! THAT'S THE ONE!" You get all excited because the phone far exceeds all the initial lousy ones and you purchase the phone immediately. Ta Dah.

This happens quite frequently in reality especially in real estate and second-hand car industries. So..BEWARE!

Okie shucks, I think you all might have fallen asleep from all these geek talks. I have better stopped. Anyway, just a sidenote: Here displays an article about how smart a certain German Border Collie is. They speculate that smart dogs have an intelligence equivalent to a 3-year-old human. Yes. That must be how Mister Toto, who is a border collie too by the way, manipulates me into spending a large part of my salary on his food.
Posted at 12:15 PM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 4 beanoes

I am OLD!

You know you are not getting any younger when the aftermath of a mere 2-hour tennis lesson leave you with aching thigh muscles. Thigh muscles! Not even the correct muscles are aching! I wonder what part do the thighs play in a game of tennis. My right arm was initially sore but they are now pretty all right. Sigh. Oldness sucks.

Anyway, if you all have noticed, the recent week saw a surge in number of zombie-lookalikes on the streets. Unsurprisingly, these zombies comprise primarily of the male population. They walked around pale and stoned-face, frazzled bed-hair and half shaven. However, if you whisper the word 'Euro 2004', they would immediately snap awake and start ranting on whatever 'kelongs', 'refree kayus'...that occured the night before.

So! I decided to join in the frenzy. I plonked down comfortably with some readings in front of the television to watch Italians vs Denmark. I tried to concentrate for a whole ten minutes but there was no interesting action at all. I looked down and read a few paragraphs. When I looked up, I could have swore they were in almost the same exact situation as I left my attention five minutes ago!

Giving them more benefit of doubt, I continued to shower the game with random periods of attention. But no, they did not reward my generosity with any actions at all. All that was happening on the pitch was players kicking the balls to one side. The crowd roared. Players kicking the balls to the othr side. The crowd roared. Repeat x Infinity. Before I knew it, 45 minutes of my life was gone!

Amazing.

Now, let's talk about whether this 45 minutes were a complete waste of time.

Not really. That is because I now know Italians are a vain lot of people (well, at least the soccer players). Their manes of hair are almost suitable for some shampoo advertisements. Personally, I don't like hair flying in my face when I am playing some sport. It is irritating to have hair matted to a sweaty face and obscuring other important things - like the ball, for instance. Therefore, I could not understand how certain Italian players could run around, with hair flying wildly. It is no wonder there is talk that the Italian team is in bad form now. It's the HAIR, I tell you.

Denmark players, on the other hand, are a clean-shaven and neat looking bunch of people. In fact, when I was in the living room with my parents watching Denmark-Bulgaria game last night, my mother made the only sensible comment: "WAH! The red team (Denmark)people so HANDSOME.", much to my father's disgust. Why? You think that is not sensible? You should have seen the questions she asked.

"What is 'give half ball'? You mean the score got half one?"
"I say Italy win lah...." (The game was Denmark-Bulgaria, hello?)
"The ball so small leh, see what?"

Oh yeah, so I digress again. The point is the 45 minutes are not wasted at all. Other interesting facts noted include that a lot of the Bulgarian players are facing a bleak prospect of a receding hairline. So, if Yunnan Hair Care is intending to expand its operations, perhaps they could consider Bulgaria, rather that Italy (lustrous locks, remember?), for instance.

Anyway, I find it weird when I hear sausagelips singing the 'Italian Anthem'. For goodness sake, I bet he doesn't know the complete lyrics of our own national anthem! I can understand why some men are so vigorous in their support of Euro2004 since their OWN country is probably in the tournament. But please tell me why on earth are people from countries not involved being so hyped-up and spending hundreds on jerseys of countries not of their origin?! It's not like the country is going to appreciate your support and award you citizenship, what.

Oh, I am supporting Spain by the way. So ironic.
Posted at 07:59 PM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 5 beanoes

My brother is back from Japan early this morning after a 2-week vacation. Ain't he lucky?! Sigh.

Anyway, the bad thing about him coming back is that I have to move out of his room, and therefore from his queen-sized bed back to my miserable single-sized bed. The good thing about his homecoming means he will bring alot of japanese goodies home. Yay.

So as I tucked into my supper last night, he displayed the loot he obtained from the land of rising sun. Personally, I think Japanese are an ingenious lot and their stuff are very interesting and warped. Take for instance, this gadget my brother bought for my grandmother. Can anyone guess what it does?

I shall reveal the answer later.

He also bought loads of items from muji. Oh, and meiji chocolates. Right, what do they have in common?

They all can be found in Singapore!

But as he justified, they are slightly cheaper over there. So I will take his word for it. Heh. I like muji stuff anyway.

Anyway, since I touched on the subject of supper, let me provide some ideas on my latest favorite snack currently. This may be useful to (crazy?) people who are currently staying up all night to watch Euro2004. (Btw, the Holland-Czeh game was exciting, unlike all other games)

I present my self-concocted recipe for Garlic Cheesy Baguette Bites!

All you need is to purchase a baguette from the nearest Delifrance. Slice it up into pieces. Spread a little garlic butter on each piece. Melt a small square of cheese on top of each buttered piece in a toaster oven for about 3-5 minutes. Remove the pieces and sprinkle some parsley. Ta dah! All done.

Actually, I would have included a picture here. But I accidentally ate all of them up during tea, cleanly forgetting to take a picture with my webcam. My apologies. Shall make a note to think before I eat.

Updates: I had the above snack again for supper, essentially making my meals consumed a day a grand total of five - breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner and supper! The good news is - I remembered to take a picture! Here it is. The quality of the picture is bad though, no thanks to the webcam.
Posted at 03:03 PM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 7 beanoes

Last night, I had a warped dream about Harry Potter.

Inside the dream, I was reading a supposedly-new-released book six of the boy wizard. The excerpt that I read went somewhat like this (as I hazily recalled):

Harry and Draco was chasing the golden snitch in a quidduitch match when they crashed into a dark, hidden room somewhere behind the quidduitch field. Harry got up, rubbed his sore arms a bit and opened up his palms to reveal a glint of gold. He has gotten the Snitch. "All right, Malfoy?" Harry smirked.

"Well, Potter," spat Draco "You think you have won, haven't you?"

"But no. I have something that you would give up your life for. Something worth more than a golden snitch. More that you life," he sneered.

"Oh no, you haven't," said Harry unsteadily.

"Oh yes, I do!" Draco replied in utmost glee. He whipped out a golden card, somewhat similar to the trading cards one get in Chocolate Frogs.

At this time, Ron Weasly entered the room. "Have you gotten the snitch, Harry..." He fell silent at the look of the golden card in Draco's hands. "Bloody Brilliant Malfoy.. you have got the..."

Malfoy grinned and flipped the golden card over. It was an invitation to Roald Dahl's creation: Mr Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory.

I went like "What the freak...." and snapped awake. This shows how messed up my brain is.

***

Right, on to name business. Recently, I got an invite to Google's gmail. Now, deciding an identity for gmail is very important. Let me tell you what happened to me.

All along, all the bloggers and netizens usually utilize pseudonyms for their email addresses. For instance, anywool@something.com, autumn@something.com. Not surprisingly, when I signed up for Yahoo! to played games, I similarly chose a pseudonym to represent myself - "autumnselph" (with "autumn" taken up already, of course).

This fateful day, my professors decided to use Yahoo! to conduct some sort of online conference. When I entered the online conference room, all of the 4 professors had prim and proper names that correlate to that actual names except for GUESS WHO?

YEP! I was the only idiot with a juvenile stupid nickname that has them thinking "Who the hell is this and what is it doing in this room?" I wanted to die. I wished the virtual ground would open up and swallow my entire being.

So yeah, my kind advice to all is if you have a chance to have a complete rein over what identity for your email, remember to choose a more professional-looking name if you are going out to work. It will make you look less of a dork, like I did. Nobody is going to treat you seriously if your email identity is somewhat cartoonish.

***

Okie, another irrelevant note about names. After reading the latest issue of 8 days' LAST PAGE on names, I remembered a class diary kept by my college class.

During lectures, instead of paying attention, we would pass around a class diary for us to scribble rubbish in. No points for guessing, but we were one of the most poorly-performing class in the cohort for common tests. Anyway, our class guys started creating stupid names for their future sons and daughters. And by stupid, I mean STUPID. Here are some hilarious entries, as I have retrieved from the dusty class diary:

Classmate's Name: Kwa Ming Hwa
Unfortunate Classmate's Future Son: Kwa Simi Kwa (?) [Hokkien Translated - See What See?]

Classmate's Name: Alvin Koh
Unfortunate Classmate's Future Son: Koh Ka Kola [as in Coca Cola]

Classmate's Name: Benjamin Ching
Unfortunate Classmate's Future Son: Double Ching [as in Chin]

Classmate's Name: James Cheo
Fortunate Classmate's Future Daughter: Cheo Bu [Hokkein Translated - Pretty Girl]

Classmate's Name: Eugene Lee
Unfortunate Classmate's Future Daughter: Lily Lee Lili

Classmate's Name: Clarence Eng
Unfortunate Classmate's Future Son: Jiak Bah, Eng [Hokkien Translated - Eat Full Already Free]

Classmate's Name: Choo Jiunn Hao
Unfortunate Classmate's Future Son: Choo Choo Train

Ah. Those JC Days. I can't believe it was 6-7 years ago! Sigh.
Posted at 06:44 PM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 4 beanoes

Firstly, I would like to express my desire to kill the person who invented the word "preliminary". I have always been stumbling over this stupid word since god knows when. Instead of "pre-li-min-ary", I would somehow always idiotically pronounced it as "pre-li-mary". ARGH! *Slaps myself on the forehead* It doesn't help at all when my presentation today involved the use of this irritating word numerous times! WHY OH WHY!? *Throws arms in exasperation* "Preliminary", I hate you!

Anyway, talking about the presentation today which kept me busy all last week (that explains the lack of blogging), I thought my presentation totally sucked. If you know me well, I am not someone who usually worries about presentation stuff because I can psych myself to be a cool cucumber. However, this cucumber-wannabe lost her nerve somewhere around the start of the workshop when a certain critical professor started lambasting the previous presentations before mine.

So, besides getting tongue-twisted over stupid words, the cucumber-wannabe-me got a little nerve-wrecked by presence of many professors and temporarily lost a part of my memory. For a brief moment, I wondered what I was doing there and the audience faces become a blur. Fortunately, I recovered a little and managed to continue.

Weirdly, whenever I said something that I thought was funny, nobody laughed (except maybe my supervisor)! Whenever I said something that was not funny, there were people laughing. Extremely exasperating. Is my humour warped or theirs?

After my presentation, I was relieved, of course, but that did not stop me from cursing myself inside for my stupid mispronounciation of words and loss of my cucumber-coolness. I thought my presentation totally sucked big-time. Until..

The critical professor came over and made some conversation.
Him: So how? Were you nervous during the presentation?
Me: (Thinking: Duh. Is this a trick question?) Of course! It's so obvious!
Him: I thought you did a great job. I like your presentation best among the rest.
Me: (Stunned but acted cool) Really?!

Uh.. he could be being polite but frankly, I think his comment just made my day. There I was, thinking I have ruined my academic life because of my miserable presentation, and his views sort of gave me some ray of hope.

Oh, on the sidenote, I would also like to mention what a wonderful mum I have. I needed some seriously outdated newspapers for the presentation and my mum went all lengths to find the article for me. Ain't she great? She was so excited when she found the section of paper that she woke me up to tell me. After my presentation, she called me and asked about my presentation in a thrilled voice.

Mother: How is your presentation, girl?
Me: Ok lor. Like that lor.
Mother: Good? Your professors like a not?
Me: Er. I don't know. You ask them lor.
Mother: What is your topic har?
Me: I tell you, you also won't understand one. (Which is the truth!)
Mother: Don't bluff me! It's about NICOLL HIGHWAY RIGHT? The newspaper you asked me to find reported all about nicoll highway one.

NICOLL HIGHWAY! So humorous my mother. Why would anybody in the School of Computing present anything about Nicoll Highway lor?

Simply Exasperating.
Posted at 01:26 AM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 4 beanoes

The only good thing about the black-out yesterday was that the image depicting the situation above was very easy to draw and with only black and white colors, the file size is incredibly small. Other than that, I can't find anything nice to say about it. I am a slave to electricity. Muhaha.

So, I was spacing-out in my room after an extremely heavy dinner treat at kushin-bo from my mother. When the lights suddenly went off, I thought I have finally lost consciousness due to my lack of sleep the previous nights. Reeling from shock, I tried to grope for the door in darkness. I couldn't even see my hand in a few centimetres away from my eyes! Terrible.

Not being to see a single thing, I called out to my brother in the study room. With no torches or candles, he ingeniously suggested we took our handphones and navigate our way downstairs with the handphones' miserable lights. So we made our way down and congregated with my dad.

"Must be the Circle Line lah," said my dad in a conspiratory whisper.
"No lah, maybe Al-Qaeda going to attack," my brother deadpanned in return.

Sadly, we cannot find any candles or torches because black-outs like these are considered as rare as a blue moon. So, I tried to light some mosquito coils and while rampaging around the drawers, found a hidden stash of birthday candles! YAY.

You see, my family members like to pretend they are not old and usually during their birthdays, will request for only one candle to be stuck on the cake. The rest of the candles representing their REAL AGE will be stashed away quietly from the inquisitive prying of their ages. Muhaha. Who says lying about age isn't good? See! Because we lied about our age (being forever 1 year old), we ended up having sufficient birthday candles to burn during emergency black-outs like this.

The next obstacle came when my mum and Toto came back from their nightly walks to find themselves stuck since our electronic gates can't freaking open. While my mother was grumbling about how Toto's black fur camoflauged him completely in the dark, we fumbled around with the keys to try to manually open the electronic gates.

With the heat generating from the bunch of burning candles, I was bothered and restless, randomly hitting my laptop keys. To my pleasant pleasant surprise, I saw my laptop sprang to life when it detected some key motion. Happily, I tried to surf some web sites until I realized ...

there was no INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!

Ugh!

Anyway, if this were to happen 3 days ago before my presentation, and my file is to be lost forever into nothingness because of this black-out, I would probably have vomitted my blood out and sent the bloody contents to Power Works to demand a compensation for the trauma I suffered.
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