This morning it came down hard.
Rain, that is.

That’s not a problem for a half-native Singaporean like myself, of course: you take the umbrella, then the elevator to level 1. Then, before you leave the house, you take a deep breath and dive into the flood.

Rain in Singapore can be tough. The temperature is always pleasant, but – uh boy: when it rains, it pours. And when it pours it’s a tidal wave, but broken down into many billion drops that all come right at you. From every possible direction. It’s like having ants in the house. You can handle one or two. Or 20. Maybe 50. But a few thousand is unsettling.

Anyway.
So I am crossing the street and take the roofed pathway to the MRT.
I am wearing dress pants. And a nice polo shirt. And this messenger bag from Fossil that I like so much and in which I carry my work PC and my iPad. Looking at myself, I’d say: see that good-looking honcho walking down the street over there? Elegant but with a touch of urban. What a coo-…

…-hoo-hoooo-hooooo-*hey!* 

I slipped! I slipped on the wet ground like an idiot! Like in a comic when they step on a banana peel. Suddenly my shoes were above my head and I thought:

Leo: I hope I’ve put on clean undies!

And *BAM!*: a whole German dude lay flat on the ground.

How embarrassing - I could not believe that really happened!
Fractions of seconds after the shock I picked myself up. It did hurt, but there was no blood and nothing was broken but my ego. I was not sure whether my back was dirty, but it did not appear like it and I could not make out any ripped clothes. And the laptop and iPad looked alright, too. Lucky! Lucky old man!

So I continued my way to the office, a bit shaken but okay.

Having arrived there, I got the iPad out of the bag, re-checked whether it was really okay and… damn!

You see that? Two slight dents.
Shit!
Shit! Shit! Shit!

I know what Alex is saying right  now:

Alex: Look – you’ve got another “Dell”.

It’s a German joke. And it’s not funny! Like all the German jokes, I guess. Anyway:

In a foul mood I connected my laptop to the big screen like every morning and went for a coffee. I needed a lot of coffee!
When I came back, I did not notice anything until I had to disconnect my yoghurt cup and take it to a meeting room. It was then that I saw the HP got a pretty heavy hit on its display:

Ouch.
That’s not pretty. But well, for a Windows PC this is like the Joker in Batman comics: something that looks ugly cannot be mutilated that much anymore, even if you use the knife across the whole face…

I gotta check whether my friends at IT can replace the screen quickly or whether I have to work with this Herman Munster for a longer period of time…

Edit February 14:
Ah darn! I’ve found out the photo camera of the iPad is broken now. Shoot!