Recently I've been away for awhile because I was busy contemplating the point of our existence, that's not even the half of it. Also busy juggling with 2 jobs and jogging a lot to cope with all this stress. Lack of sleep is beginning to take detrimental effects already. However it's not all done in vain because I can't wait to get my new laptop so I could finally release my design potential from it's constant restraint due to my laptop being inadequate to perform basic tasks without consuming a huge amount of time, my beloved laptop lifespan is meeting it's end soon.
Not that I want my laptop to die, because if it did I would be incredibly devastated, it being my very own first laptop that I earned by working hard and it has never let me down. Not for 4 years and I don't want it to end here or anytime soon, because once I get my new laptop I can finally lift the heavy burden of design work responsibilities to the monster of a laptop it'll be getting to do the heavy duty.
Hence my laptop can finally retire from all the hard work and resort to light weight tasks like watching videos. Wouldn't know what I would do without my beloved laptop, probably weep in a secluded corner? My laptop has become a part of me, an extension of me, of who I am, it molded me to who I am today. Strange isn't it? My laptop isn't just a laptop.
I would never have thought I needed a new laptop, because you know naively I thought my laptop would last forever, in fact I still think my laptop would last forever. Never thought about buying a new laptop till I realize my laptops getting really slow and is deteriorating away, which is really depressing when you think about it. I'm very sentimental about my possessions, like my phone which unfortunately died an unnatural death caused by leaking soya sauce into it's charging input and it's all gone to hell. I don't like saying good byes, in fact I think they're the hardest thing to deal with, but very necessary. Because it's part of life.
Departing with an all inspiring quote from Ugly Betty (Yes, I know I'm an Ugly Betty freak) that helps me cope with saying good byes and makes it a little less harder to say good bye.
"I've had to say good-bye more times then I may have liked, but everyone can say that. And no matter how many times we have do it, even if it's for the greater good, it still stings. And although we will never forget what we've given up, we owe it to ourselves to keep moving forward. What we can't do is live our lives afraid of the next good-bye because chances are they are not going to stop. The trick is to recognize when a good-bye can be a good thing - when it's a chance to start again."
