Changes, changes

A lot of things are happening all at the same time.

We are in the middle of a big project.  Exams are soon coming up.  My helper just left me. I am back to being the first person up in the morning and the last person standing at night.  We are going on a three-week vacation and I have yet to prepare our things and our itinerary.  

this is how i feel...

I haven’t slept well for two days, and probably won’t be sleeping well these next couple of months.  My eyebags already have bags…

I want to blog, but I know I will end up ranting about things that won’t make any significance in other people’s lives.

I want to do more writing  but right now I’m just mostly tired.  I haven’t played Plants vs. Zombies lately, but somehow I feel like the zombies got the better of me.

So just for fun, I thought of changing the theme of my site.  Maybe it stays, maybe not.  But since I have to deal with a lot of changes right now, then perhaps another one won’t hurt. 

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Right now this is what I need…

at your (my) service...


An ever-reliable Dorota who will stand by me and will have my back.  Not to mention, fix my breakfast, wash my dishes, ready my clothes, screen my calls, etc etc etc…

Before I turn into a Superzombie. 

Not exactly super, but cute!!


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photos via google images

And then there was… Facebook

My Facebook account serves as my link to the outside world. 

Wait, does that sound pathetic?  Okay, maybe so.  But if I am to be really honest, then yes, Facebook truly serves its purpose of “connecting people” anytime, anywhere.  I need not go out of my area, my village… or my house even, for me to know what’s happening in the lives of my friends — as well as other people who are not really my friends.  Well, of course there are people who are firm about not having an account… but this blog is not about them.


My normal, regular routine after turning on my computer is to first, check my emails, then open another tab so I can check on Facebook.  Sometimes I stay in FB for five minutes (when there’s nothing interesting to see), sometimes longer (when there’s someone interesting enough to stalk… okay, kidding on that one!).  Sometimes I just read the status updates of my friends.  Sometimes I post comments.  Sometimes I go over the photos people posted.  Sometimes I just look at one photo, other times I look at the whole album.  Sometimes I get bored with my current profile pic and I change it about five or six times before I finally decide on what stays.

On good (?) days, the five minutes I originally intended for FB will be stretched to ten… then twenty, then thirty.  When there are really interesting people around, expect one hour of Facebooking (yes, I now use it as a verb).  

Time just flies when you’re onto something… The world around you seems to stand still when you’re engrossed in cyberworld.  That is, until you realize that you spent the past hour practically doing nothing but learn about the latest gossip in other people’s lives.  Oh, that and gush over other people’s pictures. 

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What's not to like?

Last night, I logged on to my Facebook account just to post updates about the project I’m busy with at the moment.  The plan was to relay a message to the members of that group.  Since there were members who are pretty new to the group, people I haven’t personally met and are still practically strangers to me, I thought of checking out their FB sites. 

First I looked at some pictures… family pictures, pictures with other relatives, tagged photos from other people… photos of their children playing various sports… I was viewing the tournament photos of one of the boys, when after several clicks, I ended up looking at old pictures of the dad.  High school pictures and college pictures from the late ’80s and early ’90s.  I lingered a little, tried to find out if there’s a certain degree of relationship between me and the dad (meaning if I knew him from somewhere).

And then I suddenly stopped.  After the third photo circa ’90s, I had to veer away from the account.  It suddenly felt creepy. I mean, I had no idea who that person was, yet I was viewing pictures of his youth.  Imagine me cringing.  I felt like a stalker!!  I was quite ashamed of myself.  I’m still cringing right now.  

Personal Space

Time and again I have mentioned how I value personal space. I try not to get too close because… well, it’s just uncomfortable.  When it comes to baring myself, I am pretty choosy.  Besides, I am vain.  And so I choose the things I would want people to know about me… what I want them to see.   Basically, I’m pretty conflicted… Facebook is good for my vanity and my narcissistic tendencies.  On the other hand, it doesn’t do well with my thing for personal space.    

Gosh, I can’t imagine other people viewing photos of me taken in high school. I mean, total strangers looking at me like they know me when they really don’t.  That’s why when I found out that you can change the security settings and you can choose your audience, I changed mine right away.  But then there are times when I still get messages from total strangers saying they saw my picture and they want to make friends with me.  Eeeeew. Scary.  Unless he’s the real George Clooney or Chace Crawford, expect the invite to be rejected (or better yet, erased from the face of the cyberworld!).

So when I caught myself looking at the old photos of this guy I didn’t really know, it made me wonder if my view on personal space is somewhat lopsided.  I mean, here I am ranting about how I don’t like strangers trying to creep into my world, when on the otherhand, thanks to Facebook — and yes, modern technology — I can easily find out a lot of things about people who don’t know me from Adam.  I don’t seem to respect other people’s personal space, do I?

But I won’t be too hard on myself.  If you don’t mind posting your photos, your life’s status, your love life, even your favorite color on Facebook or on any other social networking site, then you can’t blame other people if they end up knowing a lot about you.  That’s why there are security settings.  And basically, you post at your own risk.  Each of us is responsible for our own posts. 

Nevertheless, I have learned my lesson.  Since I adhere to the rule, “Don’t do unto others what you don’t want others to do unto you,”  I vow to stop looking at the albums of people I don’t really know.  Nor will I obsess about the status updates of some people who don’t really matter in my life today.   Maybe I should cut down on Facebook altogether, say no to friend requests.

Except of course if I see something like this…

Can be my lone FB friend... I wouldn't mind!!

the only exception

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photos about Facebook via Chace Crawford photo from wikipedia. 

Facing Your Giants



We are currently embarking on a big project for my son and his baseball teammates.  We were invited to a week-long, out of town tournament where the boys will be playing against ten teams from different places.  To say that it is a privilege to be invited will be an understatement.  This would be an experience that is good for the boys.  They will be playing as a team… and they will be playing as friends. 

However, since there is an age requirement and the games will not be until July, the more senior players will already move to the next bracket, thus, leaving the younger ones.  But given the fact that they have been playing together for the school for two or three years now they all know each other’s strengths and weaknesses.  You would think that the confidence will still be there despite the fact that some boys are already moving up.

Talking to the parents about the invitation elicited various reactions, though.  At first most of them were excited… REALLY excited.  They saw that this is a great opportunity for their kid.  It’s not just an interschool tournament… the kids will play against teams from other countries, even.  Some parents were just plain gung-ho.  They were very thankful that their son was given the chance to join the team.   They even offered to help in whatever way they can just to get the team there. Their first question was, “When’s the first practice?”

But then, there were parents whose first reaction was fear.  Followed by doubt.  Coupled with disbelief.   Fear: “What if the boys there are twice as big as our boys?”  Doubt: “We don’t want them to get clobbered.  It will be devastating.” Disbelief: “Are our boys good enough?  Maybe they should send more senior players… ours are mostly at the lower age of the bracket .”  (Goodness, the age level’s 11-12.  It’s either they are 11 OR 12.)

And so the strong team that we saw in the beginning started disappearing right before our eyes.  Mainly because there were parents who apparently didn’t see their kids as good enough to add value to the team.  What they focused on were the big players of the opposing teams.  Players they have not even seen yet. 

It is just plain sad.

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Who's your Giant?

We all have giants to face at some point in our lives. 

Life is like one baseball game… we are all on the same playing field, but the players come in different shapes and sizes.  You don’t always know what or who you will be up against.  That’s why we equip ourselves… we train, we improve our skills, we build our confidence… we try to make ourselves better.   

We ready ourselves so that when time comes that we come face to face with ‘giants,’ we don’t cower in fear.  We slug it out. 

Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose.  But losing isn’t all that bad if we know that we fought ‘til the end and we gave it our best.  What’s sad is if we give up even before we try.  The game hasn’t begun, yet we have already succumbed to defeat. 

Yes, we don’t always win.  There are giants that are just too big and too powerful.  It is easier to give in to fear and self-doubt.  But then again, what about those times when we win over problems, issues or challenges that seemed bigger than us? What about those times when we made that extra step which led us to victory when all along we thought it was a hopeless situation?  What about those times when we believed in ourselves, our capabilities enough to prove that not every difficult situation is a hopeless one? 


Thinking about our baseball-parent-friends and their reasons for not wanting their children to join the team… reasons that are basically motivated by fear, I can’t help but feel sad and disappointed.  Here is an opportunity that practically fell on our hands… something that other children (and parents) would die for and could only hope for… But they are willing to let go of the opportunity because of fear.  Fear of losing.  Fear of having bigger opponents.  Fear of things not being easy. 

But then life ISN’T always easy. 

Yes, everyone’s entitled to his or her own opinion.  Maybe these parents don’t believe in the other boys enough.  Maybe they don’t believe in their kids enough.  Or maybe they just don’t see the value that this tournament will bring to their child.  I think for my part, I just have to learn to respect their decisions.  I also believe that maybe this is for the best.  We wouldn’t want to have someone in the team whose heart is not in it.  Maybe we are better off with other players who are willing to train, willing to fight, willing to face their giants.

Devastating loss?  I believe that if you give your best, there’s no such thing as a devastating loss.  You may not win the game– but the bonding, the team work, the memories… the over-all experience, these are reasons enough to make one feel victorious. 

Do you only win because you scored higher… or do you win because you lived the experience?

It is all a matter of perspective.

very well said...

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24 — Rewind

As I was searching for inspiration to come up with a new blog for the week, I decided to reread my old posts.  I came across posts from the month of February (of last year).  I was just beginning to blog then and I think only a handful of people were visiting my site at that time. 

For those of you who didn’t reach that far back, here’s a repost of a blog that talks about a very exciting day in the life of the Supergoddess. 

Okay, okay, so this is cheating.  I’m reposting because my brains just got too fried after staying under the sun watching baseball games the whole week… I can’t come up with a new and exciting blog at the moment, so please bear with me.  In the coming days, I promise something better.

For the love of Jack Bauer, here’s a rewind… (and I added pictures, too!)

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Don't you just love this guy??


Now that sounded kinda Jack Bauerish.  Somehow i can’t help but hear the seconds ticking away in my head – as it does in the show.

I have been here in the kitchen for the past hour, awakening the kitchen goddess in me, attempting to create a masterpiece for dinner.  As I wait for the food to cook, I couldn’t help but think of how fast the day went… and wonder if I spent it in a productive way  (thus, the transformation from kitchen goddess to Jack Bauer).

 This is today’s version of   My  24…

5:30 … alarm rings

5:31 … snooze

5:35 … alarm rings again

5:35:15 … snooze

(okay, so that basically went on every five minutes until 6:05 when i finally decided to wake up and start my day)

6:10 … prepare breakfast, packed lunch, school uniform

6:30 …  wake up child

6:30:30 … take a shower

6:45 … still taking a shower

7:00 … dress up in a rush

7:30 … bring child to school

7:40 … pray for no traffic

7:45 … pray harder for no traffic

7:55 … child in school 5 minutes before the bell. (Yey, what a feat!)

This has by far been the most boring 2 hours in Jack’s life, should he be in my shoes.  I do wonder how he can fight terrorists, fly to another continent, fight more bad people, defuse a bomb, etc. etc. all in one morning.  I have already used up about 2 ½ hours and the farthest i have been to is my child’s school.  And you saw how exciting those two hours were. 

Fast forward to 11:00… by this time, i have already consumed about 3 cups of coffee (to jumpstart the day, thus more excitement); i have been to the bank; i have gone to the other household that i’m managing, talked to the workers repainting the other house; left instructions with the domestics; gone to the grocery to buy enough food to last us for two weeks… i have talked to a couple of friends using my cellphone…

11:05… talk to architect…

11:55:10 … architect leaves… multitask : can now chat with someone from the other side of the world (who says that Jack is the only one who can communicate with people in other continents?); chat with someone from this side of the world (who says they actually work while they are at the office?!);  

15:00 … still chatting with that someone from another continent, and that other someone who’s just here somewhere… done fixing files… okay, so not really done, but at least the attempt to fix was there…  balanced my bank account already…

15:05 … get ready to pick up child from school

10 hours have passed from the time i was supposed to wake up.  Jack probably has killed a gazillion bad people in ten hours. 

Kitchen goddess doing a 24

Before I bore anyone with the details of the remaining hours leading to here and now (exactly 19:29:50), guess I’d transform back to the kitchen goddess that I am aspiring to be. 

Jack Bauer will probably go crazy if we trade places for a day.  So far the most challenging part of my day was keeping my pretty pink toenails from breaking or getting scratched.  

That and oh, yeah, saving our dinner from burning….





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photos via google images

*repost of original blog entitled 24 published Feb 4, 2010.

Let’s Get Mushy!

all you need is love...

Several days from today, the world will be celebrating Valentine’s day. 

Okay, so maybe not everybody celebrates it.  There are the Valentine’s Scrooges (guilty!) who think that said day was just made popular for commercial purposes — that is, to sell more chocolates, flowers, greeting cards and stuffed toys, as well as restaurants, concerts, motels and hotels.  There are those who don’t celebrate simply because they have no one to spend the day with.  And then there are those who are in far-flung places who have more important things to do than put a day on hold to go all gooey and mushy towards their mates… 

But for the lovers, the romantics, the daydreamers, and even the neurotics, February 14 is one special day. 

I know I will be insanely busy next week so I am posting my Valentine’s blog days in advance.

This is for all my cyber-cum-blog-friends… My thoughts are with you on Valentine’s day!

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I love Love Songs

My All-Time Favorite Love Songs… and the reasons why:

1)  It Might Be You by Stephen Bishop.  “I’ve been saving love songs and lullabies. And there’s so much more, no one’s ever had before. Something’s telling me it might be you… Yeah it’s telling me it must be you… And I’m feeling it will just be you, all of my life.”

2) Sometime When We Touch by Dan Hill.  “I wanna hold you ’til I die…’Til we both break down and cry… I wanna hold you ’til the fear in me subsides…”

3)  Got to Believe in Magic by David Pomeranz.  “Got to believe in magic… tell me how two people find each other, in a world that’s full of strangers…”

4)  Maybe This Time by Michael Murphy.  “Maybe this time, it’ll be lovin’ they’ll find… Maybe now they can be more than just friends.  She’s back in his life and it feels so right… maybe this time, love won’t end…”

5)  All I Need by Jack Wagner.  “No stars are out tonight but we’re shining our own light, and it’s never felt so right…”

6)  Simply Jesse by Rex Smith.  “And I don’t know what you see, what you see in me… Girl it’s nothing to what I see in you…”

7)  Upside Down by Two Minds Crack. “You’re turning me on, you turn me around, you turn my whole world upside down…”

8)  Swept Away by Christopher Cross.  “I’m swept away. No one in the world but you and I, gotta find a way to make you feel the way that I do… I was swept away, without a warning like night when the morning begins the day… I was swept away.”

9)  My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion.  “Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime and never let go till we’re gone…”

10)  Arms of Orion by Prince and Sheena E.  “Orion’s arms are wide enough to hold us both together, although we’re worlds apart, I’ll cross the stars for you…”

11) Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love For You by George Benson.  “Nothing’s gonna change my love for you, you ought to know by now how much I love you… The world may change my whole life through but nothing’s gonna change my love for you…”

12) Moon River by Andy Williams.  “Two drifters off to see the world, there’s such a lot of world to see…”

12)  The Way You Look Tonight*  “Some day when I’m awfully low, when the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you… and the way you look tonight…”

13)  All the Way by Frank Sinatra.  “Who knows where the road will lead us, only a fool would say. But if you let me love you, it’s for sure I’m gonna love you all the way… all the way…”

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I love LOVE 🙂

So there. Pure, absolute mush.  *Sigh*  *Swoon*  *Googly eyes*

Hope you enjoyed the sing-along. *happy sigh*

Happy Valentine’s everyone! 

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*did you know that the song The Way You Look Tonight was originally sung by Fred Astaire to Ginger Rogers in the film Swing Time?  It even won Academy Award for Best Original Song in 1936.  Bet you didn’t know that bit of trivia.  I didn’t, too. I always thought it was a Frank Sinatra original.  Thank you Wikipedia!! 🙂

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Crash and Burn

zzz zzz zzz...

Just several days ago I mentioned in my blog about my beloved desktop computer (see Notebook Idiot). 

It’s the one I am so used to… the one that I, most often than not, choose over my new Notebook.  Most of my blogs were created using that unit.  All the articles I have written in the past three years were typed and printed and emailed using the same.  I have spent countless hours in front of it writing an article, blogging, chatting with friends, doing Facebook, checking emails, banking online, SHOPPING online… uploading pictures, taking pictures of myself using the webcam… making reviewers for my son… and the list goes on (and on and on).

For quite some time now, we have noticed that said computer was painstakingly slow.  It took time to turn on, it took time to load a webpage, and sometimes in the middle of a chat message, it would just cease functioning.  Like a person holding his breath for several seconds, the cursor will just stay still –or at times, disappear – only to get revived even before my count reaches ten.

I have been meaning to erase all unnecessary and insignificant documents.  I have been meaning to make a back up file of my articles, my pictures… everything.  I have copied some, but there were others that I just couldn’t bear delete. 

I kept putting off cleaning the accounts, deleting old files, copying important documents and pictures.

And I guess you know what happens when you keep putting things off…


 7:30pm., Sunday evening 

SGM: (Asking for about the fifth time, trying not to sound too worried)  Are you sure you can save ALL my files?

Poor Computer Technician:  I will see what I can do ma’am.  But I am doing my best, don’t worry.

SGM:  Can I wait for it or should I just come back for it tomorrow?

PCT: (looks at the clock) Erm, it’s okay, we’re open until 10pm.

SGM: (In panic) You mean I have to wait until ten??!

I have been in this computer shop since 4:30 in the afternoon.  It took almost three hours before the technician was able to bring my computer back to life.  But reviving it was just the first step… he still had to find out if my files were still intact… or if they were still actually there. 

Three hours of pacing back and forth, just waiting for some update from the technician.  My throat was getting dry of thirst, my stomach was grumbling, part of me was wondering what stores at the mall were on sale and if I would have the chance to check them out.  Okay, so I ignored the last thought, there were more pressing matters that needed to be addressed.  I didn’t go to the mall to shop…

I went to have my poor, beloved pc repaired because it crashed without warning.  Without giving me the chance to ready myself, the computer just died.

computer god at work

And now I am doing my best to be friends with the technician because he’s the only one who can revive my unit.  He is the only one who can retrieve what I have lost (translation: ALL MY FILES).  In his hands lies the fate of my dear computer.

If he succeeds, I promise to give him a huge tip… and will probably include him in my Christmas list for this year.


The crash of my computer made me realize several things.

For one, we are creatures of habit.  Well, at least, I am.  I am so used to my daily routine of sitting in front of the desktop during weekdays that the mere thought of not having said computer on the table come Monday morning made me anxious somewhat.  This is normally how I feel when I run out of coffee… my hands begin to shake and my heart starts palpitating.  Withdrawal symptoms to the very core. 

The thing is, I have been lazy, too.  I know I should have diligently made a back up of my files… yet I didn’t.  I also know that I should have long erased the documents that I didn’t need… yet I didn’t.  And I should have made hard copies of the pictures that I have uploaded… obviously, I still haven’t.  Now the thought of losing all of them just makes me so sad… and angry at myself, too.

The Rise of the Machines

In this modern world, we rely too much on the mechanical, hi-tech things that we forget… we forget that things do break down.  Computers crash.  Those small chips found inside the computer can short circuit, overload, burn.  You can lose everything with just a blink of an eye. 

When you forget something that you’ve been keeping in the central processing unit of your brain, you feel sad and you do all your darnedest just to retrieve it. Sometimes, you succeed.   But when your computer crashes and loses all that you have saved in it, it doesn’t feel a thing.   You are still the one left feeling sorry and helpless and like a total idiot for putting too much trust on the mechanical.


9:30am, Monday

Text message from Computer Technician (turned God of the Computers): Good morning!  Your computer’s fixed, your files restored, I will just have to update your antivirus.  You may get your unit by lunchtime.

SGM’s thought balloon:  Sorry I cannot text back, I am too busy jumping for joy!!!

Okay, so what exactly did I learn from the experience…

Always have back upDon’t overloadPictures printed on paper are still way better than pictures saved on a disc. Listen to your gut when it says something wrong is going to happen if you don’t do things differently. Trust in the skill (or power) of the person who knows what he’s doing (translation: Don’t attempt to fix something if you have no idea how to).

And though painful, sometimes, you really just have to let go

But then again, sometimes, you get lucky. So be thankful… and learn your lesson.

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Photos via google image

*this entry was created using the new Notebook and uploaded using the newly revived desktop pc. How’s that for teamwork? 🙂

The Notebook Idiot

sleek and slim

Remember before Christmas last year I blogged about wanting to have my own Notebook?  An Asus Notebook — the Seashell Karim Rashid Collection– in hot pink, to be exact (See 12 Gifts for Christmas).  Well, Santa – in the form of He-Man –granted my wish (though not the exact unit, I got a black HP Pavilion Notebook that’s really sleek and slim). But said gift came with the expectation that I will be writing more (using my NEW notebook, of course) and that I will be bold enough to submit my essays to various publications. That Santa-He-Man has such great faith in me.

So, why did I want a notebook when I have a desktop pc at home and I’m normally home, anyway?  Well for one I wanted to be able to write even when I’m out on errands.  Yeah, like while I’m waiting in line in the bank or in the supermarket, I can just bring out my notebook and type my thoughts away.  Smirk, smirk.  Like that’s even possible.  Okay, so I have pictured myself sitting by my lonesome in my favorite cafe, typing away… The picture of a writer deep in thought, creating a masterpiece while drinking her favorite iced mocha.  Nobody bothers me because they will think I am busy writing a novel (when in truth I am probably just blogging)…  Nevertheless, I will exude the confidence of a (real) writer because I have the props, I mean, tools for it.

Seriously, I really believed that having my own notebook will make me a better writer (Tiger needs his clubs… ARod needs his bat…  Get my drift?). 

What, you may ask, have I written so far using my notebook?  It’s been a month since Christmas so surely I must have already produced something. 

Well, you see, I don’t have a wi-fi router at home.  My desktop is the one connected to a broadband server, ergo, it’s what I use whenever I blog.  A couple of times I tried to type my blogs using my notebook, but then I had to save them in a usb and then transfer the file to the other computer so I can upload it online.  This practice proved to be quite time consuming, so I went back to blogging using the desktop since I can go online anytime. 

And so for the past 4 ½ weeks, said notebook was basically used for uhm, HP games like Chuzzle, Bejeweled, Slingo (Santa-He-Man can shoot me now). Oh, and yeah, Superson and his friends just love to use my notebook for Plants vs. Zombies.  They were able to upload it, somehow.

how fun is this??


The other afternoon I went to my mom’s house while Superson was having drum lessons.  I was excited to bring my notebook because they have a wi-fi connection so I can go online anytime.  I can finally blog – or do something other than play games – using my notebook!!

 But then something went totally wrong.  For some reason, my notebook just won’t pick up the signal from the wi-fi router.  First I stayed in the dining room where my brother usually uses his laptop. No signal.  Then I moved to the library where the router was located, thinking that the signal should be stronger there.  Zilch.  I went to the other room.  Nada.  I checked the router if it was on. Yes, it was.  I checked my brother’s laptop and saw that it had internet connection.  And so I came to the realization that something was wrong with my notebook. 

I am not a quitter.  I told myself I came all this way to use my notebook, and I wasn’t leaving without having used it.  And if I had to tinker with it to solve the problem, then so be it.

And so I tinkered.

First thing I clicked was Troubleshoot. I was no dummy.  I could follow simple instructions. So I first let the computer detect the problem.  Eventually the screen said, “No connections available.”  But since I knew that there was supposed to be a wi-fi signal, I didn’t stop there.

Next thing I did was to try to change adapter settings (heaven knows why).  Then I tried to manually set up a new connection or network. Still nothing.  And then the computer asked me if I wanted to restore my original settings. I thought that it would work since I was able to get signal before my son and his friends started using the notebook for their PvZ marathon.  And so I pressed restore.

Still nothing happened. 

After about an hour of not getting anywhere, my son arrived and found out that I still haven’t connected to the internet.  I started blaming him and his friends. 

I went back to Troubleshoot and tried to read the help topics again, for the nth time.  Then I saw something that I read much earlier which I didn’t really pay attention to.

If you cannot connect to a wireless network… check the side or the keyboard for the wireless button and press it to turn on.

The wireless button was off.  The whole time.  When I pressed it, this small icon under my screen started blinking, “connection available.”

What an idiot.

i should make my own version


So what did I learn that day?

Well, for one, having a notebook doesn’t make one a better writer.  It’s merely a tool. Good writing comes from the brains, the heart, and yes, practice.  Lots and lots of practice.

Secondly, I learned that you cannot cut corners when following directions. The directions are there to be followed.  You cannot assume you know everything, because if you do know everything then there’s no need for manuals or in this case, “help” topics. 

Thirdly, a little common sense goes a long way. 

What did I do successfully that day? 

I unwittingly deleted Plants vs Zombies and Yahoo Messenger from my notebook when I pressed restore.  What an idiot, indeed.

SGM killed the Zombie... and the Plant

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