Saturday, May 15, 2004

My PC has been attacked by a virus. I suppose it was long overdue since mine's been fighting a valiant fight while PCs around me succumbed to the wave after wave of viruses created for fun by some computer geek in a corner of Malaysia. It's a sad life when people you don't even know are thinking up ways to get into your computer just for the heck of it.

There was a Media Talent Hunt sort of thing at the uni today and, as the temp CR, it was my duty to lead by example and show up so that others would show up. Everyone was supposed to bring along examples of their 'talent', while I showed up empty handed. Hastily, I copies my old poems and the BB thingy onto a floppy, got a printout and showed it to the judge. He actually read all of it all the way through. Just as I was getting tired of staring at the walls and finishing counting the Oreos in the plate next to him for the fifteenth time, he looked up and commented that it was pretty dark and depressing. I just laughed it off, and soon he was done reading each and every word and I fled. Something about having something personal under the microscope in front of you that makes you want to run off.

Misha at Saturday, May 15, 2004

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