Blonde Moment

I’ve always been a clever kid. So clever that I’ve realized early on that being so complicates life so much, you end up facing every day like you have a corn kernel stuck between your teeth. And since being irritated most of the times sucks the fun out of living - especially when you’ve garnered a collection of untimely wrinkles on your forehead - I opted to go blond.

You know how the saying goes.

By that, I didn’t mean peroxiding my black hair to make it yellow - although, I did have the greatest compulsion to do so to give a symbolism to my metamorphosis. However, as I do not have the right complexion, I chucked out the idea least I ended up looking like this:

 What I did was assume what a stereotypical blond is known for. And true enough,  after limiting myself to the Sunday comicstrip, chick lit, beauty magazines, and Chikatime.com, my transformation was complete. And at once,  I learned what makes Dee Dee so bouyant compared to her ornery brother Dexter.  There just isn’t anything “up” there to hold her down.

I didn’t mean blondness to be perfected but I may have unwittingly done so, that I scare myself sometimes:

“Um…Sweetie? Don’t be mad, ok?,” bitting my lips in worry, I called Schroo in his office,  “I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, but your computer’s acting up.”

Schroo asked, “Tell me what exactly happened.”

“Well, you know I’m playing WOW right?”

“Uh huh.”

“See, I was playing then suddenly the screen blacked out. Does that ever happened before?” I queried through chewed lips, hoping the incident wasn’t a unique one.

“Ah yeah. That’s the computer’s way of saying I need to buy newer graphics card,” he explained, “So what did you do next? Did you end the program through control-alt-delete?”

“I tried but the whole screen is frozen. Whole thing hanged!,” I said, “So, I pushed that…that… uh…button that shuts down the computer. You know, the one found on the computer chassis.”

“The Power button?”

“Is that what it’s called?”

“Yeah. So what happened next?”

Taking a deep breath, I answered glumly, “I turned it on again, and nothing’s showing on the monitor.”

“WHAT do you MEAN there’s nothing showing on the monitor?,” he asked in a somewhat controlled voice, “The computer’s turned on, right?”

“Yeah. I turned it on again but the monitor’s just black. But there’s this dialog box at the upper left corner saying ‘No Signal’. And that’s just it,” I explained glumly still, “I swear, I didn’t do anything with your computer. It just went dead. Now, it’s dead!”

Ignoring my whines, he asked me still calmly as he tried  troubleshooting the problem, “Sweetie, can you see a blue light from the monitor?”

“Huh?,” puzzled I, “What blue light? Is there suppose to be a blue light? Ah. The blue light coming from the monitor? Yeah, I see it.”

“Ok. That’s good. How about over at the pc chassis?”

Looking for it and finding no blue lights, I moaned, “Ohmigosh! No blue light! What’s the problem, Sweetie? What shall I do?”

“Here’s what you should do: Push the power button again because, sweetie, the computer’s still off.”

Mercifully, the conversation was done over the phone so I was spared of the sight of Schroo’s amused grin spreading across his cheeks.