the rain beat down fiercely on the roof of the bus, making a huge racket. out on the road, i could see the white mist made by the continuous merciless pelts of droplets rebounding off. it was truly the type of rain only the tropics would get - convectional rain with yet, warm wet air of 98% humidity.

i was on my way to service my ailing computer, although it was only 6 mths old. i got off the bus and prepared to battle the storm with my humble little umbrella. "wrong choice of outfit," i thought to myself, glancing at my slippers and shorts. i inched out of the bus shelter testing the conditions, only to find out that i would definitely get wet with umbrella or not. anyhow, i was glad that i brought it along thanks to insider information.

next feat i had to do was to cross the busy jurong east rd. i reached the middle divider with ease, having learnt the art of jay-walking since a young age of 9 thx to having older brothers. the breeze was a nice welcome, in place of the sun and i was feeling pretty. at the corner of my eye, i saw a speeding cargo truck coming near but i didn't think anything of it, until................*splash* IT BLOODY DROVE THROUGH AND SPLASHED DRAIN WATER ALL OVER MY RIGHT SIDE, FACE AND BODY. urghhh! what a $%@&#!! now i really looked like a damsel in distress in the middle of the rd, holding a laptop in one hand and my bag and umbrella in the other. furthermore, my slippers were kicking up mud every step i walked till my whole calf was dotted with soil. man..............

and when it was my turn for the repairs, the computer guy told me "your touchpad is perfectly ok. just press Fn+F7." OMG!!!!! DID ANYONE KNOW THAT FN+F7 LOCKS THE TOUCHPAD???!!? man...............

what a day. the 6th day of the 6th mth of the 6th yr of the 21st century. the day 'The Omen' is to open. what a day.

and soo, my lappie's not spoilt and i've got newfound wealth. i've my cam left to fix.