My Heart Bleeds Over Heartbleed

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This Heartbleed bug is a hassle.

http://heartbleed.com/

I need to change all my passwords. You can’t be too safe, right? Half of our lives are on the internet. I need my privacy..says the girl who word vomits on her blog. I need to have safe passwords..says the girl whose Instagram and Twitter account are public. Well..I can at least try right? We try to be as responsible and safe as possible on social media but you’ll never know. What if someone hacks your account and God forbid posts an really bad OOTD and everyone thinks it’s you? Worse yet…an ugly selfie. Must, must change that account password.

The tricky thing about changing passwords is that you’ve probably changed it a gazillion times and have used up everything you can think of except for random numbers that you can’t remember the next time you time you log in and requires you to write it down somewhere…digitally (because we don’t use pen and paper nowadays, don’t we?) and we end up in the same crappola we started out with. Oh well. The trials and travails of the digital age.

Worse yet, I changed my passwords but what if the darn bug hasn’t hit my side of the world and when it does hit, I have to change all my passwords all over again?

Ugh.

If I start sounding sane or posting religious and inspirational quotes then my heart has started bleeding for sure…but then again, that could really be just me praying because my accounts have been hacked.

Zee

Summer At Loserville

I have missed posting for a couple of weeks. I blame it on work and Farm Heroes Saga. More on the latter,actually. I don’t really play games but when I do, I get hooked. I’m still at it.

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Anyway, I would like to talk about summer. It’s here, right now, burning through my skin. I have friends posting Boracay pictures and it pains me as I am inside an air conditioned building trying to work. I want to be at the beach so badly, I can see fish swimming on my monitor. I have a new bikini I haven’t used at home and my fear is that the elastic would turn crisp and make that crunchy sound by the time I get to use it. Darn. I want to use that swimsuit. It had pink flamingos on it. Flamingos.

As they put on their sunnies to protect them from the summer sun, I wince at the UV rays emanating from my laptop and the stark fluorescent light. They are cool while I am cold from the air-conditioning.

Instead of the sound of the waves, I hear the beeping of the photocopier and grinding of the printer. While people are sipping on cocktails and shakes, I gulp on coffee to keep me awake. Cheers. Let’s drink to all this.

Boo.