finally managed to get d fone prog to work. sho happy! i guess d initial struggle juz served to prove tt some ppl (yours truly) r simply not meant to come into contact with high tech equipment. electronic stuff juz seem to DIE in my presence. boooo. BUT. did u noe tt some ppl juz give off anti-electricity s'thing s'thing-there MUZ b a more cheem-sounding description for tt. but if i knew wat it was, i'd b topping d class in engin, not b stuck in arts wif best prospects of asking 'wld u want fries with tt?' once i graduate; i mean, HU cares abt being able to speak cohorently n writing fluently? - tt makes them spoil electronics faster. hmmm. tell tt to my father brother derrick, amongst many others whose gadgets haf, in one way or other, been destroyed by me. (BUT BUT they deserve it for having dragged a helpless girl or 2 to Horrible Sim Lim at least once in their lives. Sim Lim is where girls go to c how hell looks & feels like) sigh. now at least i haf a legitimate excuse!
wheeee my touch team is up FINALLY! after a week of empty promises.. hur hur sho happy. we shall train hard n all b happy. ^^v
