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1. What men say? And what they really mean?!
2. Naked Conversations
3. The Search for True Love
4. Coffee with Harman!
5. Reservations : Regressive And Hypocritical
6. What men say? And what they really mean?!
7. Movie Preview: Don, the chase begins again!
8. It’s raining men? No way it’s a drought!
The time has come to dump Internet Explorer (IE as it is called). Now this might seem like a typical anti - Microsoft article; but believe me - I am not against Microsoft - I use Windows only and a lot of their other products.
The benefits of using IE are too few - and the faults too great. It is time to get real. Time to get Firefox.
Why not use IE:?
| Security :
Who is not concerned about security or privacy for that matter? Would you like someone else spying over what you do on the Internet? This is the biggest flaw with IE. It allows malicious websites to install spyware on your computer without your even knowing about it. Such websites can install backdoor viruses - the biggest threat being keyloggers (a keylogger is a software that can record everything and anything you do on your computer - Every single word you type and every single mouse click) So what you do on your PC everyday is being sent to a server somewhere in the US. Scary enough.
Continue Reading 26 comments August 22nd, 2006
I stare at the instrument of my freedom. Metallic. Shiny. Sharp. Price, one dollar. This is it. Last Act, Final Scene. After this, the curtain comes down. But there will be no thundering applause, no final bow. I didn’t manage to piss off people that much. I look at my wrist, the collapsed veins dark and hard from years of junk abuse. My eyes wander to the puncture wounds in my forearm and the heart tattooed on my upper arm. Me and Jim both got that tattoo 5 years ago. Different times. Happy times. Poor Jim. I told him never to share his works. I still see him at night, his body withered, his spirit broken. All those infections battering his weakened body. All those drugs couldn’t make up for his non-existent immune system.
I can feel the warmth of the sun on my face. It feels good. I observe the little dots on the inside of my eyelids. Like a little galaxy of dots. My own personal Milky Way. I open my eyes, my cornea feeling like it’s being scratched by shards of broken glass. As I wipe away the gritty dirt of sleep, the red and green blur that is my vision slowly comes into focus, and I’m staring at a rose. A solitary red rose in a sea of grass and weeds. Is this the sign?
Disclaimer: This is not for the self-righteous or the morally upright. I wrote this in a bad mood.
Enlightenment. It’s on its way. I can feel it coming.
You don’t have to read this. It’s just a bitter, immature seventeen year old rambling for no good reason. You probably don’t want to waste your time on this. Go on, I’m sure you have something more important to do. Like a job, a family, taking a crap. You won’t like this. You’ll probably curse me and then forget me. Or maybe, just maybe, you’ll hate me. You won’t know why, but you will. Good. That’s what I’m hoping for.
It’s on its way.
Continue Reading 14 comments May 13th, 2006