Skin

Dad got me a hard disk the last time he went to China, which I was pretty happy about. He also got me two Mao bags and got into a fight with me the moment he came home, which I wasn't too happy about. But well, skipping details.

HARD DISK.
YAY.

I got pretty excited about this, and had been wanting to get a skin for it - you know, that sticker you paste onto your laptop/phone/hard disk/whatever? Yeah, that.And so when mum wanted to go to Bugis today I was all like AWESOMESAUCE I CAN GO GET THE SKIN FOR MY HARD DISK.

So I found this really awesome piece, and well, I asked the lady to help me paste the sticker onto my hard disk. I'd been visiting the shop pretty often - I went there to paste the screen cover for my phone and laptop, and introduced my mum to the shop so she did her phone there too - so I figured, I assumed, that they'd know how to paste the skin. I mean, why sell it if you can't paste it, right?

I should have known something was wrong when I noticed her exchanging glances with her colleague. I'd thought that it was no biggie, though. But when she stuck the skin onto my hard disk and then took a penknife to cut the extra skin (it was too big for my hard disk) off of the hard disk, I started freaking out a bit.

I asked her if she actually knew how to paste the skin, and what answer did I get?

"Actually, our shop doesn't paste the skin, but for you I do."

 Uh, no. Just a huge, freaking N-O. You don't say that, okay. I was so angry and so worried for my hard disk, because what if she scratched it? Or what if she cut too deep with that penknife of hers, cos she's never done this before, and my hard disk like falls apart or something? Yeah, I make a lot of sense when I freak out.

I was just so mad. I mean, it was my fault for assuming that just because the shop sold the skin it would mean that they automatically knew how to paste it, but it was also her fault for not freaking speaking up and saying that no, they didn't paste the skin but maybe I could buy the skin and bring it to another shop to paste? Because I would totally do that, even if I had to pay a bit more. If I really like something, I'm alright with paying a bit more for it.

So what was the point of pretending that she knew how to paste the skin? I'm not a very nice customer when I get angry, you know. And I would have gone into a complete bitchfit if my hard disk had gotten damaged because she didn't know how to paste the skin and did a fucked-up job.

Most of my anger was from how worried I was for the hard disk, and the fact that the lady hadn't known how to paste the damn thing but still pretended that she did. That just pissed me off to no end. But even though I'm still not too happy about it (though I calmed down a bit when Char Kuay told me to just chill; bless him!), I have to say, thank kami that my hard disk is okay, and I really do like this skin.

Like I said, thank kami my hard disk is alright.

It looks like some kind ofemblem, actually And although it looks like midnight blue in this shot, it's actually purplish-blue. All the same, I feel like this suits me so well. :')

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