This Blogger got a new mac charger! It's shiny and white and doesn't have a single scratch on it!
This Blogger is proud that she has been able to keep it that way for 2 whole days.
Indeed, she is very pleased with herself.
On another note This Blogger's previous charger almost electrocuted/burned This Blogger and her dad.
You see, Dear Blog Readers, This Blogger's charger unfortunately had the rubber at the end of that square thingy burnt out. So This Blogger made the unfortunate mistake of taping it. And since after the charger was so clumsily held together buy a flimsy piece of tape and that it was still working, This Blogger did not mind the fact that it was not of the best condition.
So This Blogger proceed on with using that same ol' broken charger. Alas one day, the miracle charger ceases to continue working. Devastated, (BTW that was the 2nd charger that This Blogger has gone through :P) This Blogger immediately told her father about it. So we both decided to try it out on a different plug point. Whilst in the living room, This Blogger watched the charger light to see if it would turn orange to show that it was charging. INSTEAD she heard her father say, "OH SHIT!" and drop the square part of the charger which when I looked at, was smoking. Yes, smoke WAS coming out from it and there was a distinct tinge of burnt rubber in the air. Not a pleasant smell. So This Blogger quickly unplugged her charger and her father switched off the main switch.
While we are on the subject of mishaps, This Blogger feels deeply sympathetic for Aishah N, who was (LITERALLY) caught in the middle of a very awkward, very tense and VERY hostile spat. :)
This Blogger has not finished any homework. This Blogger is in a state of 'i-dont-care-right-now'. About 20 mins ago, This Blogger was sitting downstairs on the dining table of the hall, doing her math work when she started hiccup-ing uncontrollably. This went on for 10 mins or so until This Blogger noticed her father smirking. Then he got up and This Blogger continued doing her math work. He came back and stuck something on the forehead of This Blogger. Much to this Blogger's surprise, it was a small, wet piece of newspaper. This Bloggers exact thoughts were, "WHAT THE FA?!" But This Blogger had the sense to hold her tongue and instead replacing the ever so harsh words with, "What's on my forehead?"
This Blogger's parents then explain that they used to do it when This Blogger was a mere age 0 to stop hiccups as well. (Baby laaah)
And bloody hell, can you believe that This Bloggers hiccups actually stopped?!
But when This Blogger started smiling and laughing, This Bloggers hiccups came back. =.="
S'all for now folks!
Ciao4Now
