Erik, one of my high school friends, came to the house today. Earlier, he was asking me about why his computer is bugged and stuff so I told him to go to my place and to bring his hard disk. That is because I was thinking that the hard disk is the most probable broken thing in his computer. I was also not in the mood to go to his place. Anyhow, he brought his hard disk, with the hope of getting it fixed, and obtaining other stuff along the way. He arrived at around 3 in the afternoon. Unfortunately, my sister was having her chatting session again, so we had to wait until around 6 p.m. to be able to start with the work. The good thing is that the two of us were able to bond and relinquish our friendship because of that.
So at 6 p.m., I hooked up his hard disk to our computer, setting it as a slave to our hard disk. I used the free AVG program to scan it for viruses, and lo and behold, a sight I have never ever seen before, it found 13 viruses. I was amazed. I have never really found that much up until a while ago. So I was like, cool, what the hell happened to your hard disk?
Because his disk was totally fucked up, we decided to reformat it, and reinstall the OS. He has XP, bleh. The biggest problem is that even if you can select the slave as the installation path, eventually, it bugged my disk. I think it installed some of the needed files into our disk, which is why when I disabled our disk, the installation failed. That is very bad programming indeed, what did I expect?
Anyhow, I needed to re-plug the wires, and start all over again. Fortunately, I was patient.
We finished at around 8:30 in the evening because of the above aside from the fact that our computer has a relatively slow and old motherboard.
Erik called when he got the hard disk attached to his system, it did not work. I totally forgot that for the installation to be successful, we had to have a similar set of hardware.
I am going to their place tomorrow, to take care of the problem at the proper environment.
After that part of the day, right after having dinner, my sister told my mother to come with her and buy some pancit at Ado’s. That is because my sister’s boss told my sister that pancit at Ado’s is quite delicious. So they went to buy that food. I do not know where that store is located though.
Eventually, my mom came home with a single serving of pancit, puto bumbong, and bibingka.
I started munching the pancit. It was great. It tasted good, and it had lots of sahog. After eating around half of it, I saw a small roach stuck in between the teeth of my fork. I was flabbergasted. I was like, oh my god, so much for tasting good. Eventually, I told my mom, she brought it back to where she bought it, and when she returned home, she had two servings of pancit. I have not eaten them, yet.
Fortunately for the storeowner, my mother was not in warpath mode a while ago. Otherwise, they might have less customers dining in their store.
I wonder what would happen when we tell my sister about what just happened.
