helped
angie diagnose a viral infection on her computer by leading her through careful step-by-step prompts over the phone while i was back in the staff room. good that i was able to get her to open that infected .doc document which appeared as a program (because the virus renamed the extension to .com or .exe) as a text file, from it she read out to me the textual contents - which didn't seem right - what kind of microsoft word document would have a text string saying "this program can run in win32 mode"? so it was a dead giveaway to the virus, whatever species it was. for your information, i've only
one time in my entire computing life that my own computer was struck with
any virus - and that was the chernobyl cih virus, which struck my computer after i did a hard disk fat recovery for
alston. i should have been more vigilant then. but fortunately i was able to contain the outbreak immediately. summation - only one viral infection in my near 11 years of personal computing, starting june 1992 when i got my first personal computer. now beat that!
"
something's wrong with the world today, i don't know what it is..." -
livin' on the edge by
aerosmith
one of my xiaomei's (yes, there are many) told me that her boyfriend is an astounding
eight years my senior! that's right,
my senior, not
her senior! she's 19 this year, and he's 32 this year! i hope she doesn't get into any of
those unwanted problems. just a couple of days ago, a local girl wrote into the straits times forum, writing that she now fully understands the concerns of the parents - why they nag, why they put curfews, and all those stuff we hate parents to do - because the girlfriend of one of her siblings asked her to lend her identity card so that she can go to a nightspot. i mean, what the heck is this? last year,
qingqing also asked me to lend her my identity card for the same purposes. not that i'm cursing her or what, but when nubile beings go to nightspots, the imagery (that same writer wrote along these lines too) of the girls having their advantage being taken by guys when they're drunk, senselessness by not taking care of their own bodies bestowed by their parents, and the oh-so-often raped-while-drunk headlines all come into my head. i guess that i can't help that girl
qingqing, so good luck to the sec 4 from crescents' last year from my handphone. there. just deleted her off my handphone and my contact list.
many people have changed of late. some changes are good, some are not-good, but not-bad either. i've sensed something wrong with me also. i'm also becoming pretty flirtatious with
joyce, and this is
not good for my professional image. good friends, ok, but nothing more than having diving and underwater photography in common. i have to constantly remind myself, i'm wooing
caroline not anyone else. i must, and
will change for the better.
i've found two photography subjects that will be wonderful for me to shoot, while destiny allows them to be around - my parents. i happened to shoot a picture of my
mom, and she looks so frail and fragile - and i just told her off last night - i should, and will apologize later on today.
dad too, he's getting senior in his years - i've had the honour of watching him age ever so slowly, because we're a family. i must remind myself, when i see relatives whom i have not met for ages - i can detect their apparent aging easily, but not my folks, because i watch them grow so slowly - akin to watching intensely at the germination process of a pea for a short duration, yet hardly seeing changes.
i love my parents.
found this little tidbit that
gazza did back for me back in polytechnic days... a little gem...