the veins of my head throbs as my thoughts of the virus authors’ onanism float with the clouds of cigarette smoke in the office.
i never imagined the vanity of the virus makers to chain me in this sporadic headache attacks.
what could be the panacea for this?
if all anti-virus softwares and programs fail and give up on that single mutating virus, many would say it is time to re-format the system.
but how do you know if the virus can really be terminated?
right now, i am slowly tormenting all those faceless virus authors in my mind.
i know i can find a way to channel this pain to their vain hearts and minds.
someday they will scream in pain in the taste of their own vanity.