The Junkyard.

WHAT IS BLOODY WRONG WITH MY DARNED COMPUTER???????

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Keep cool... Keep cool...

Facebook can't open. The send error report thing keeps popping up and it keeps refreshing itself so it pops up another 30 secs or so.

Antivirus can't download don't have any idea why. I just friggin' fully downloaded it and tell me can't run or can't open or some stupid lame excuses and the damned software disappeared.

Anyway, mommy returned me the computer because I told her I want to see photos. And she made me find some interesting places in Perth to go to. Haven't found any yet. The plans of the trip are in the hands of a fifteen-year-old that couldn't even figure out WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS OLD PIECE OF TRASH I'M TYPING ON.

Papa bought 80 gig of external disk for the lappie. That's why I'm downloading the antivirus again. I deleted it since I didn't have enough memory space. I dunno what is taking up so much memory space.

Kor kor went home. She bought a whole big book of World War II Chronicles for me this time. I think she has some kind of psychological disease that she lost resistance to her little angel's sweet little voice persuading her to buy things. Every single time she walks into a shop without having anything to buy in mind she ends up spending more than 50 dollars buying things that she doesn't need. *Not talking anything bad about her.* Okay I'll stop now.

She's not as bitchy as I thought she would be but she still gets on my nerves. I kinda miss her when she goes back. Aiyo... Forgot to mention she's taking horse ridding lessons. And ballet lessons. And piano lessons. And Kumon. And tuition. And art class. And goes to an international school. And used to learn golf. And and and and and speaks English with a British accent with her father and other ang mohs. And is filthy rich. And has a laptop of her own. And has a handphone by the age of 4. And has a room of her own. And has a British birth certificate. Ok. Really stop now. *sigh*

The Nanny here I come!