it got quite bad. to the extent that i neglected this space here. sigh
was thinking of a template change. but oh well, guess i cant do that now.
and yes, yongyeow. the doomsday device has begun its countdown. it is drawing nearer.
lets analyse what went wrong...
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1) the aircon broke down. not a big deal, the crusty old loyal NATIONAL fan moved in to replace it.
(the aircon has now been fixed and so has my wallet. by a cool $400)
2) the mp3 player died. it was a creative zen micro 5gb, now just a heap of plastic on my shelf.
( it actually went faulty on me weeks back, but terminal illness was confirmed this week)
3) the desktop crashed after being infected by china spyware that somehow found ways to infiltrate SPYBOT, AVG, NORTON ANTIVIRUS and AD-AWARE.
(as at press time, the desktop has been reformatted a glorious 4 times and a 5th is in the works tomorrow)
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i wanna give a shout out to all my pallies who need reformatting services. i do em all. laptops, desktops, pdas and tablets.
at this very moment, i recalled jon's smokingly good idea of setting up a RavMone station/booth at the IT HelpDesk in school. he would charge people for removing the bug from their computers.
back to me now, i thought i could set up a reformatting station at the IT HelpDesk too. Because we all know how the school reformatting service sucks. almost every case that winds up at the diagnosis station A ends up at station E.
yeahp, thats the reformatting station alright. its what every republican deigns to hear and think about.
for my case,i would only reformat if i foresee no conclusion or cure to the problem. DLL errors/ harddisk corruptions.
or if its a Mat or Minah's comp.
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sometimes i wish i have ZERO knowledge about computers. ( ie; good friend gwendolyn han )
so when it crashes or goes wrong, i can just call up a few IT peons and get it fixed for a fee.
dont have to rack my brains over it and get all depressed, down and out.
the thing about IT is that, you think you know so much. and then sometimes crops up all of a sudden.
and you cant fix it. the feelings really really horrible and it irks like a shaven toothbrush stave up a certain body orifice.
couple this with a dozen other things that went wrong. and you have something that would taste even worse than Cafe Galilee's drinks. those leave a bitter taste in your mouth.
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George says :
Art is like sex. You don't do it because you have to. You do it because you want to.
i beg to differ though. in darker wisdom, i believe...
because inside the minds of everyone of us lowlife cocaine snorting scum(ok, maybe just KC and me.) , theres a sexually depraved predator charged with lust comparable to that of a death row child molester, begging to be let loose, pleading to be unleashed in medieval fashion over the virgin alabaster touch of Lilith's spawn.
moment of madness there. really.
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that felt good.
10:42 PM