I'm having sympathy pains. For my computer. Apparently it's really sick. And so am I.
Let's start with my computer: My display is Kaput. We went to the shop today (yes, although I'm sick, I just really wanted to know what's wrong with it and to get fuxed already) and they told us as following:
The company that makes my computer doens't send the parts anywhere. They only take repairs in certain places. That means that I'll have to send it to Holland or to the Czeck Republic. That will cost 135€. Just for sending the damn thing! Then, for the check up, just to let me know what exactly is wrong with it, they're going to charge 110€. Just to check it! Then, each working hour will cost 150€. A persons hourly wage! Then since it'll take way too much time and money to fix it, they will probably just put a new screen. Which costs about 400€. Just the screen!
Do the math. It adds up to at least 795€. With that money I can get the best lap-top in the world. That's bullshit!!!!!
So I might have to wait till I'm in Israel to fix it (my computer guy told me that he might be able to do it, and obviously for about less than 10th the price) and use an external screen until then.
That sucks.
On top of all that I'm sick. But really sick. The whole shabang. I have an infection in my throat and my tonsils hurt just about all the time. I've been in bed for about 3 days in a row, and I'm not going to work nor to German lessons for the whole week. The worst part is that it actually really hurts all the time. grrrrr.....
So that's my update. Not very happy but well... I will survive.
Let's put it this way: I'm better off than a lot of poor ppl that live where I come from. And I'm not only talking about Israelis. Also.
Stupid country of mine.
Haven't they realzied in the past few years that:
WAR DOESN'T SOLVE ANY PROBLEMS!!!
I'm not saying that they shouldn't have reacted in some way to the missiles that were being shot at Israel in the past 8 years constantly, but it seems like they know no other way than the violent kind. And that's even sadder than the war itself.
Farewell. Be good. Don't start any wars.
Peace.
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Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Flash Back
When I left my apartment in Haifa, I felt really sad that I had to do that. True, it was my decision to leave Israel all of a sudden and go to China, but it was still hard to move out of the warm and cozy place I set for Rob and me.
Today I was thinking about my little TV set I used to have in my bedroom, the one I almost never used, coz I had a normal one in the living room, and living alone- I didn't feel the need to get away and watch TV in my room. Suddenly it reminded me the last time I had used it- it was the last morning I woke up there- the first day they bombed Haifa. I woke up at 9:00am to the terrible sound of my favorite city being attacked. I was terrified and felt so alone. I called my mom immediately, and she told me she's at work in one of the clinics she supervises and that they saw, through the panoramic window, huge missiles falling down town close to them. She was scared too but tried to calm me down and tell me to pack some of my stuff and go to her place as soon as things calmed down a bit outside. I tried to think where is the safest place in my apartment, coz there was no shelter for these 50 year old houses. I decided the safest spot was between the bed and the closet which were both next to inside walls. The missiles kept falling and I was almost hysterical. I called my dad who was an hour away to the south - where things were going on as usual as if their own country isn't under attack (it was like that for the rest of the war). My dad tried to relax me and really sympathized with me. I cried and turned the little TV on, to watch the news and see what they have to say. Sadly, I heard the missiles before they even knew about the ones that landed before, so the "news" weren't so new to me... Nevertheless I kept on watching, between one siren to the other. These sirens took me back to the Gulf War, then I was not even 11 years old, and went through the ordeal with my family. This time, 16 years later, I was sitting alone in my apartment, on the floor, with the fear of actually getting hurt in my own house, not knowing where it's gonna come from next. Being alone like this, even though I was already an adult, was just as scary and unbearable as being a child with the warmth and love of the family around.
Today I was thinking about my little TV set I used to have in my bedroom, the one I almost never used, coz I had a normal one in the living room, and living alone- I didn't feel the need to get away and watch TV in my room. Suddenly it reminded me the last time I had used it- it was the last morning I woke up there- the first day they bombed Haifa. I woke up at 9:00am to the terrible sound of my favorite city being attacked. I was terrified and felt so alone. I called my mom immediately, and she told me she's at work in one of the clinics she supervises and that they saw, through the panoramic window, huge missiles falling down town close to them. She was scared too but tried to calm me down and tell me to pack some of my stuff and go to her place as soon as things calmed down a bit outside. I tried to think where is the safest place in my apartment, coz there was no shelter for these 50 year old houses. I decided the safest spot was between the bed and the closet which were both next to inside walls. The missiles kept falling and I was almost hysterical. I called my dad who was an hour away to the south - where things were going on as usual as if their own country isn't under attack (it was like that for the rest of the war). My dad tried to relax me and really sympathized with me. I cried and turned the little TV on, to watch the news and see what they have to say. Sadly, I heard the missiles before they even knew about the ones that landed before, so the "news" weren't so new to me... Nevertheless I kept on watching, between one siren to the other. These sirens took me back to the Gulf War, then I was not even 11 years old, and went through the ordeal with my family. This time, 16 years later, I was sitting alone in my apartment, on the floor, with the fear of actually getting hurt in my own house, not knowing where it's gonna come from next. Being alone like this, even though I was already an adult, was just as scary and unbearable as being a child with the warmth and love of the family around.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Changes in life
It's unbelievable how boring life can be at one point, and how stormy it can be after a second. Just a month ago I was still wondering about my near future. 2 months ago was sure Rob's gonna come here for his internship and I'll work teaching English in kindergartens. I had an apartment that was all set to "absorb" us as a couple, and everything seemed obvious and normal and routine. But then came the stupid war, and changed my life. Completely. In a week we decided that Israel 2006-2007 is not the place for us, and we should look for a new place. Rob suggested a few places on earth. I chose China. Preferably Shanghai.
I was considering a few aspects in this decision:
1. I was already there- the shock will be a bit more subtle.
2. I already started learning the language- must be easier than starting something from scratch
3. Going to an English speaking country- gives me no benefit- I already know the language- so no language to learn- and getting a working permit in these countries for me is almost impossible.
Fortunately Rob found a place close to Shanghai.
He's flying there on Sunday, its 4 days from now... His flight makes mine closer and closer... I wish I flew with him, or at least at the same time, but I've decided to stay here for a couple of reasons: the first would be to stay here for the holiday (Rosh Hashana) on the 22nd with my mom. The second is Yifat's brother's wedding on the 20th. So I've decided to take a flight right after the holiday on the 26th of September.
To finish with what I said in the beginning- how unbelievable it is that one second your life can be so boring and the other so stormy- now it seems like I have nothing to do- I have no job, and the only highlight of my day is the gym- and even that- I'm a bit too lazy to go...
I have started going over my Chinese notes, but found that its rather hard to do that alone with no push from anyone else... But I'll just have to do it.
I was considering a few aspects in this decision:
1. I was already there- the shock will be a bit more subtle.
2. I already started learning the language- must be easier than starting something from scratch
3. Going to an English speaking country- gives me no benefit- I already know the language- so no language to learn- and getting a working permit in these countries for me is almost impossible.
Fortunately Rob found a place close to Shanghai.
He's flying there on Sunday, its 4 days from now... His flight makes mine closer and closer... I wish I flew with him, or at least at the same time, but I've decided to stay here for a couple of reasons: the first would be to stay here for the holiday (Rosh Hashana) on the 22nd with my mom. The second is Yifat's brother's wedding on the 20th. So I've decided to take a flight right after the holiday on the 26th of September.
To finish with what I said in the beginning- how unbelievable it is that one second your life can be so boring and the other so stormy- now it seems like I have nothing to do- I have no job, and the only highlight of my day is the gym- and even that- I'm a bit too lazy to go...
I have started going over my Chinese notes, but found that its rather hard to do that alone with no push from anyone else... But I'll just have to do it.
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