Friday, 13 June 2014

Haj-tek, druže!



 Cele prošle nedelje sistem mi je bio preopterećen, pa sam za vikend
rešio da se malo resetujem. Apdejtovao sam garderobu i enterovao se u diskoteku. Tamo sam upoznao jednu devojku od 16 giga! Ono čemu sam se ponadao bili su njeni bajtovi. Kućište joj je bilo malo poveliko, stariji model, imala je TFT grudi, ali joj je monitor bio ekstra!
Rekoh sebi - već će ona da se zipuje. Odmah sam ukapirao koji je šortkat do nje i tako uspostavio konekciju.
Posle par pića ta konekcija bila je ADSL! Rešili smo da izvršimo transfer do moje baze podataka i tako dođosmo na vrata moje datoteke. Šta da ti pričam! Uz dobru konekciju skidanje ide brzo.

Daunloudovala je sve sa sebe. Moj MODEM je po difoltu funkcionisao kako treba. Sve vreme sam se trudio da moj
hard ne postane soft. Ipak, plaši me što kod razmene podataka nismo koristili Avast zaštitu - bojim se da mi nije unela neki virus u sistem. A šta ako sam greškom pritisnuo kopi-pejst? To bi bio overload.

2 comments:

Boban S. said...

A bekap ništa ?!

Alexandra Alexandra said...

To su Ti druze haj-tek amateri.Ko jos cuba bekap za jednu noc?!To Ti je niski start u kratkom letu.....Hvala na citanju!

You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....
You'll never be able to escape from your heart. So, it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow...

Anton Chekhov, Ivanov

Once I worked hard and thought a lot but I never got tired; now I do nothing and think of nothing, but I'm tired in body and spirit.With a heavy head, with a slothful spirit, exhausted, overstretched, broken, without faith, without love, without a goal, I roam like a shadow among men and I don't know who I am, why I'm alive, what I want. And I now think that love is nonsense, that embraces are cloying, that there's no sense in work, that song and passionate speeches are vulgar and outmoded. And everywhere I take with me depression, chill boredom, dissatisfaction, revulsion from life... I am destroyed, irretrievably!

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