initiation to the world of wifi, and other rubbish
March 10, 2007i've finally succumbed to the latest IT trend called the WIFI. Ever since it came out, i have been resisting it, preferring to use the internet from home. however my circumstances has forced me to become more mobile and since i am a self-proclaimed internet geek, here i am at a coffee shop two blocks away from our condo, cold and listless, and wanting to write.
ironic how staying in a coffee shop would make me want to write, so reminds me of jk rowling when she first started writing harry potter. it is also ironic that i am feeling a bit rambly today, wanting to talk to people…but alas, i don't know many people in this coffee shop.
i'm now in the confines of my condo, subsisting on dialup. though it's fast, i cannot do voicechat and videoconferencing, something i so long to do with a special someone, and yes, i might have a special someone. note the might is in bold. i met him online, and that s no surprise. i am not my very charming self in person, though people say i have a great personality and i am pretty. somehow i am just blah to men out there except in the internet world. i met an older italian who is doing business in china. he is sweet, kind, open and romantic, a typical Italian you read and watch in movies. i am smitten, and my heart soars at the sight of his name in bold letters, a typical indication that he is online. we videochat everyday, telling each other many stories of our lives, answering questions about each other.
do i trust him? yes and no.
the thing with online love affairs is that you can never be sure if this will work or not. despite of the technology like videochat, one can't still help but ask herself if love can bloom, though thanks to the same technology, the possibility of it is easier to find out. curiosity is satisfied, and it is easier to detect sincerity.
or is it?
as it is, it is still online, and as such, a sense of wariness ought to be at hand 30% of the time, so that only 70% of you would get hurt in case something goes awry.








