House of Ryanne: Sick. Baby. Sick

Friday, November 21, 2008

Sick. Baby. Sick

I am so in deep S.H.I.T.
My laptop is sick.... very sick....
Tomorrow have to send to ICU... to be reformatted...

Got the virus from someone, confirmed by two different technicians...
Haiz... Next time must be more careful on who to trust...
Now my laptop is in a sick stage, lagging and occasionally need to reboot,
even the sleepless nights I spent neutralising viruses, scanning them with my Kaspersky,etc... is useless....
Now my poor Maxtor (it's my external drive) might also be infected since it was in contact with my laptop...

Hope the technicians can save my data... It's really important... :(

~~Don't know since when, I started calling my laptop my baby... Hahahaha...
Sick baby... Infected by potent virus... Well, let's hope you don't take long to cure, cause typing this post take such a long time.... Because viruses are stopping it from working well!! Argh!!

PS: Dear readers, I will be MIA for a while, depends on how kind my technicians are... Stay tune for more nonsensical stuff from me, later... TQ...

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Inspiration Within

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!