Yes yes, as MLB had put it, the meeting-with-her-parents-on-the-pretext-of-fixing-their-computer went better than expected. I was like, "doom doom doom" in my head prior to that.

However, in my usual bumbling manner, I almost managed to snuff it. The Internet connection refused to cooperate.

What was to be my moment to shine presenting my work in the form of ye olde laptop with its new bells and whistles in ALL its glory turned out to be a horror show for a while.

I had to deal with an unfamiliar adversary that is Singnet broadband and it took quite a lot from me to maintain a cool front when I was actually going all over the place on the inside.

It's like having the ball at my feet with only the goalkeeper to beat but nooo he had to block the shot.

But no fret.

The ball managed to bounce off the goalie's nose as he quinced in pain, hit my butt as I lost balance on my wobbly knees and landed on my face, bounced back just centimetres over the guy who tried to flail his arms like a drunken starfish and trickled past the goal line.

It was a lousy goal but a goal nonetheless. At least I hope so.