One evening story, small things
Yet another important chapter of life is made of small things that we, sometimes, ignore. Another day, a holiday, it was around 4 in the evening. I was preparing to take bath, and while going towards the bathroom, I decided to take a visit to the 'popular' Pangay's room. He was banging his head with his computer screen, trying to find some software on the internet, which I doubt he could find in one life (Thank God he knows how to work on a computer). Going by the brand, he owns a Dell-Pavillion-'some model', with a core i3 inside, but his computer seemed to be beaten by an old pentium. Anyway, it was not his computer's fault, sometimes it depend on who works on it.