Looks like the dream of a brand new laptop has been pricked with needles by none other than my loving parents. They point blank refused to let me buy a new one. So the repairman's coming tomorrow to fix this near-dead Compaq of mine.

Oh wells. At least I'll have a computer, albeit a lousy, crappy, slow, monstrous one.

There was a fire alarm this morning at the ungodly hour of 4am. FUCKING ASSHOLES who smashed another glass point. It was bloody freezing, and it did not help that it was drizzling.

Well, hopefully I'll be able to use my computer tomorrow. Much as I hate that it's big, heavy and performs like a snail, I do love the fact that my speakers are really quite good and that it's a nice silver colour. Plus, I really can't survive without a computer. Last night, being computer-less, I fell asleep at fucking 10pm! Even with my iPod, it's just not the same.

There u go, my beautiful dream of owning a MacBook. But perhaps! Since I'm definitely getting a new one when I go home next year. I'll push for it.

Party tonight. Go or not? Damn it. Hate having to make sacrifices like these. But coursework due this Friday equals to sitting at home like a good little girl and finishing up yucky Economics essays.

Damn. Means I don't get to see u.