ipod mini casings made by me ages ago with felt and bad stitching
never got around to version two which has a bottom flap for the charger/dock, felt like the bunny was wearing long johns with the button ass flap.
i think my blog is like becoming a photo blog already...
and i am starting to think i've got an "irritating bad luck" syndrome. it happens like when i finally start getting ready to go for choir rehearsal earlier so that i'm more punctual/ not so rushed, a lot of things just go slightly wrong to not really be BAD, but just make my blood boil.
it's a hot afternoon, so i'll take a quick shower before i go. OK, packed my bag earlier, picked it up, double chk contents, can't find organizer. SHIT. *15 minutes of running up and down and all around over ripping room and house apart, and i finally find it in the usual "oh my gawd why didn't i see it there when i looked there just 2 seconds ago"
by then i was soaked in sweat, again. so had to take another shower if not the air con in car would make me feel all clammy and in need of a restraining order to avoid nasal damage to unsuspecting choir members.
so another shower, was about to leave and then couldn't find organizer AGAIN... took 5 mintes this time, in my rage i didn't see it right next to my bag. it was a black organizer on a black piano in a shadow covered corner of the room in the late afternoon. ok, i've got a history of ke-sotongan too, but it didn't count. not much anyway.
by that time i was running late. and i was was rushed. urgh.
it's the same feeling you get when your download bandwitdh gets really good when you really HAVE to off the computer.
it's like someone somewhere is tweaking the universe a little to derive some perverse joy from your misery and frustration.
