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Sunday, September 12, 2004
sunday bloody sunday
I voluntarily locked myself in my room today, despite my mother's invitation to go to Rustan's and shop (gasp! is this moi?). Reason #1: I am cashless and payday is still on Tuesday. Reason #2: I wanted to fix my computer and read a book. I dug up this Greenhills-acquired installer for Windows XP. I decided that the current state of my PC was going nowhere, that no matter how many times I deleted cookies and temporary files, the pop-ups will not stop; that the Pentium 4 sticker on the CPU was just a foil; that I might as well throw this out the window in a fit of frustration if it once again restarts by its idle self. I back-up all the important files by sticking them on a 10-gig spare harddrive and get ready to re-install.
I find that the Greenhills-acquired installer is also a foil. It fails to re-install XP completely, presenting more problems for my patience and this damned thing of a PC. I am borrowing a hopefully better installer from Chips' friend (also probably a Greenhills-acquired one). I can't get it until Monday, and me and my patience will just have to wait. I forgot to ask my dad when that guy selling slightly used laptops will be coming along. And so I proceed to do what's next on the agenda - something I haven't done in quite a time - read a book. I used to be such a bookworm, having my nose in a new book every one or two days. I'd go to National Bookstore and sit on the floor and finish a pocketbook in an hour. I picked up Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho from my sister's shelf. It's very different from his usual novels. It's about a prostitute - her battles with life and love, or the absence of both. However different the plot may be, it is in essence the same with those I have read -- The Alchemist and Veronika Decides to Die -- in a sense that it is a lifestory, the losing and finding of oneself and the realization of lost dreams. And it is still a Coelho, because of how the story is crafted, because you are drawn into the innocence of the character, up until the moment she loses it, even if you yourself are not as innocent as she. I am only halfway through the book. I just took some time out to make myself a pesto and cheese grilled sandwhich (thanks to pre-mixed pesto and Kraft cheese slices). I shall go back to the book now. And yes, the computer is still so goddamn slow. dezphaire strapped in @ 5:49 PM
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(at the risk of sounding like a persistent salesperson...) tis worth considering getting a mac :) for not much more money than what you'd spend on a windows laptop, you get no viruses, something that weighs 5 pounds at the most (all internal), no pop-up windows (hehe), 4 hour battery life when new (and still close to 3 even after a year). workhorse. no need to shut down. i know people who shut down once a month or so. all files 100% compatible with windows - can use microsoft word and excel and powerpoint if you want (there's even a virtual pc software that will enable you to run any windows software you want) :)
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