Wednesday, March 07, 2007
[iPod Woes A.K.A More Brat Alerts]
[iPod Woes A.K.A More Brat Alerts]
Shit, I'm really turning into a brat!
Okay, if you don't like brats, close the browser and focus somewhere else.
If you're a nosey parker who likes to poke your nose into everything, here goes.
Today is my all-gadgets-and-computers-screw-up-day.
Every gadget I touch seems to die immediately, unless they are brand new.
My iPod, for example.
I sent it for battery replacement on sunday, and today it's finally done. The guy warned me to charge for ten hours before first use.
Being stupid, impatient and stupid (I know I said "stupid" twice), I decided to use it anyway... and the thing became damn screwed up. It skipped tracks like crazy, like a speedometer gone out of control.
So I heeded my friend's advice and tried to reset my iPod. Turns out her method was the iPod Nano procedure, and it screwed up my 4th generation iPod.
And there's no way I can ressurrect it for sure, except send it for repairs. And waste more money.
Or charge it to the fullest, connect it to iTunes and restore it.
Which may backfire because now iTunes can't even read the damn thing.
"Damn bang balls, sial."
On a happier note, I realised that my new Audiostation is not restricted to iPods only. With the audio out cable, I can use it for my discman too! It's just a little hard on the discman's battery, but my discman's battery is so much easier to replace!
Not like the old, screwed up iPod. $89 and three fucking days and it's still fucked up anyway.
So now, I don't know if it would've been better if my dad heeded my advice and just buy a new iPod, instead of having to go through another (possibly) hundred over bucks to fix this old bitch of an iPod.
And my computer. Oh god. It lags really badly. It took me really long to be able to make a post and sign in to talk to people. Never mind that I have to go through the painful process of waiting for this other old bitch to start up just so I can finish the script and make neccessary changes to the script and this blog.
Sigh. And my parents. I don't know if we can even be like the way it was last time. I feel so stressed but they're helping so much by pushing me even more. And I'm the kind to just give up when put under more stress than neccessary. It's bad enough that even my friends tell me, "You're not stupid, you're just not hardworking", it's bad enough that my own younger cousins are telling me to "go JC because it's safer", it's bad enough to have to do so much work just to earn my right to sit for the O Levels. I don't know why they just have to put so much pressure on me. Even my brothers put pressure on me. Sometimes I feel like crying when I see all the homework I decided to owe but it's really too difficult for me to face them, it's so much easier to just let everything pile up and let the people around me explode at my face. And perhaps stun them when they realise I could come out of the exam hall alive and with my skin intact. Sometimes it's so fun to run away and see all the demerit points accumulate, you really want to push the limits and see if not doing homework can eventually lead to your expulsion.
Actually I've already busted this myth last year. I didn't hand in Higher Chinese, Amaths, Emaths, Biology, Chemistry, History and Social Studies homework for about seven months last year... and I'm still wearing the green skirt, ain't I? Maybe I'm just lucky. Maybe teachers will now think I'm bound for failure so they'll give up and move to a new target. And then I'll be free of all the stress and free to work in peace, not work to appease the teachers and the people around me who expect decency from me. I thought my parents were observant enough to realise that I never rise to expectations. But it seems like that's what they want, a perfect six-pointer heading off for some elitist academy, with a future all planned out to become Singapore's most succesful CEO or whatever.
And I'm going to turn out just exactly the opposite.
PSLE, they thought I could make it to Nanyang Girls' High. See what I gave them?
Dance, they thought I could stay trim and fit this way. I decided to quit dance and grew fat instead.
And now drama. Maybe I could be the next Fann Wong. Seems like they were damn disappointed when they realised I decided to head off in the direction of film, sound and video instead. To them, it's "Why give up a pathway to possible stardom for some shit work like carrying others' equipment and buying coffee for the directors?"
But I've had enough of the stereotypical nature of drama. I've had enough of having to maintain an appearance. I've had enough of my own acting skills, which I now think are very mechanical and robotic, and I just want to reassure myself that I'm more than that. I want to reassure myself that I am capable of expression, not just through my face and actions but also through different media and different forms of art. Actually I don't even know if I want to take part in SYF this year, or be involved in my CCA at all. But I have to. It's too late to back out. I have to take the bull by its horns.
OH GOD I'M GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!
Rant over. People who feel like flaming me for brattiness, go ahead, my tagboard is free.
[fangying] [11:23 PM]
