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14.2.08

Male or Female?

My nick is Frank, but I am a female past 30. I too had a question from an unfamiliar chatter “male/female?” She too was a female and the first time we spoke with each other was on an English chat line. The topic was, why are there so few women on line? Later we've discovered that we are in the same line of work, she too is working at a software development company only she works from English to German and I from English to Hungarian.
The German language provided another common element between us since in our family background is German but at home it was only with my Grandmother that I ‘had’ to converse in German and Hungarian with the rest of the family. We've shortly switched the conversation from English to German although my grammar is atrocious – she got a kick out of my mistakes – but the use of the language reached layers within me that have not been visited since my childhood.

Later weave discovered that she lives in Vienna and I in Budapest. This meant that we were not terribly far from each other in the physical realm. We spoke everyday then and do still. There was so much kindness and gentleness in Gerda that each day when we spoke for a half an hour to an hour, I always felt refreshed, recharged. I could not believe that one could have such good friend. My boyfriend often mentioned that he has a much better time with me after I've talked to Gerda.

Approximately a year ago Gerda invited me to go for a shopping trip to Vienna. She offered me the opportunity to stay at her home, but asked that I do not bring my boyfriend because she would like to spend the week-end shopping for “girl stuff” and having a man around we could not talk to our heart's content.

She was exactly as she described herself, tall, lean, blond and smiling. We laughed a lot, shopped for especially lingerie, ate and drank wonderful things. In the evening something had happened that I never thought of before nor anticipated now During a conversation she suddenly kissed me fully on the mouth and I returned the kiss wholeheartedly. Somehow, almost with unpronounced naturality our intimate emotional relationship had turned physical. Humans are a strange breed, body and soul sometime intermingle. The mutual affection we had for each other also worked for us in bed.

Gerda had always preferred strictly women and now she was in love with me. I love her also, but at the same time feel somewhat schizophrenic. I don't feel as though I were a lesbian or bisexual in the least bit. Other women don't interest me, nor do I look at attractive women any differently than I had before. My relationship with my boyfriend is unchanged, we still understand and love each other as before, although he doesn't know our secret.

Anyway, I did not become a lesbian, but when I cross the border at Hegyeshalom – I've visited Gerda several times since – I transform completely. I think only in German, think only of Gerda and I can hardly wait to feel her embrace. Returning home it is the same thing only in reverse. After hearing the border guard's Hungarian greeting I only think of my boyfriend and my family. This changes only when our e-mails with Gerda become increasingly passionate. Then I know it is time for me to visit Vienna.

The net is dangerous territory. This should be engraved at the factory on every monitor. Yet, I am still happy.

With affection,
Frank (who is really Judy)

Love at First Type

Greetings from Arizona,
I have recently completed the e-book and anticipate the softback release this month of "love At First Type: An Online Romance Based On A True Story.

What is it about?
In April of 1996, Kathy's life was changed when she met Jack. Two people meet on the internet with vast differences and many commonalties. They're 1000 miles apart, 24 years apart, and both married at the time they meet. They find themselves chatting more and more about their horrible marriages and soon begin to wonder if they would do better together. There is no guarantee that if they leave their spouses that they can build an everlasting love themselves. Is it worth going against all those odds? Is there such a thing as Love At First Type?

Read an excerpt from the book:
Most men who flirted with Kathy were just jerks and wanted cybersex, but there were some that she had a brotherly type of relationship with. She was not interested in falling in love with anyone else. Although, Repairman seemed to be different, was he? It was almost like love at first type, but how could innocent conversation turn into feelings?"

"Jack didn't believe that there was any chance of him truly falling in love with someone else... until tonight. What did this Sassy have that astounded him so much? She was just another woman he had met online... or was she? He had conversed thirty minutes with her, and could not rationalize the radiance he felt when she stepped into the chat room."

Jack's eyes opened and the first thing he saw was the most beautiful woman in the world lying next to him. How lucky he was to have her with him. The red highlights in her hair looked like rubies nestled in soft velvet.

His right hand extended to her hair. He softly touched the rubies and velvet with his fingertips. She was lovelier than any other princess had ever been. His hand took the covers and moved them towards the end of the bed.

His lips yearned to explore every inch of her. His eyes saw beauty. His heart felt love. He throbbed with need. He didn't know how much more of being a gentleman he could take. His desires were becoming harder and harder to control.

To read more visit the the website of the author: Epstein LaRue
http://www.epsteinlarue.com

Love Has No Distance

Our story is different. Dale is from the US and I am from Hong Kong. Dale and I met on ICQ and over time, we fell in love with each other. Sounds pretty wild huh? But the story ending will probably even surprise you more.

On June 8th, 1999, I came to the US to meet him. It is an amazing experience, even now I can still remember how sweet I felt when I saw him for the first time, I wish the clock will stop and we can just enjoy that moment without any interruption from the outside world. His first touch, first smile, our first eye contact, our first kiss - everything made me feel like I was the luckiest person on earth. We just feel so good about our relationship.

On June 18th something that change our lives happened. There was a wedding ceremony and we were the two main person involved in it. So here I am, living in a pretty house with a big yard with my sweetheart Dale. Not to forget I have two step-daughters, Chelsea and Hillary. We live happily together and I am enjoying the life here. Our story inspires myself that, love has no distance.

Feel free to take a look of our home page:

One Percent Chance

Viktor and I have been together for nine months. He is 16 and I am 15. We met last May on the chat. He seemed very pleasant the first time we spoke and a few days later he called me on the phone. We talked for a long time and it turned out that both of us go to Honved Square frequently. He plays basketball and I visit friends there. One afternoon we've decided to meet there. I can still see the scene in front of me as I went over to him and told him I was the girl from the chat that he spoke to on the phone a few days ago. He was tall and muscular - I could hardly take my eyes off of him. We went for a walk but as it was getting very colt outside we headed for the West End Shopping Center downtown. We sat on a bench and talked until late in the evening.

I just stared and stared as he talked and sitting there on a bench in front of a shoe store in the West End I realized that I was hopelessly in love. When we came out of the building late at night it was VERY cold. He saw that I was cold and put his arm around me. I've been waiting for this all night. He walked me to my girlfriend's house where I was spending the night. That was where we had our first, unforgettable kiss.

Unfortunately the love was not mutual. He liked me but he was not in love with me. A few girls had played with his emotions in the past and he didn't want to be disappointed again. He promised himself that he would never be vulnerable in front of another girl and allow himself to fall in love. In spite of all this, we've spent two beautiful months together. Then he broke up with me and said that as much as he would like to he can't fall in love with me. I thought I was going to die.

My whole world turned and I just wanted to cry but I did not want him to know how hurt I was - he didn't deserve that. I took a couple of tranquilizers as I could not fall asleep otherwise that night. I cried constantly and thought my heart would break. I was like a zombie and thought I would go crazy.

The next day he left me a message on the phone and asked that I call him. I did. He told me on the phone that he realized that he loved me. I could not resist my heart and took him back. We've been together since and things could not be better. We love each other and are making plans. I feel that this love is more than just puppy love and both of us have found in the other the person we've been dreaming about.

I live at school now as the arguments at home were constant, but Viktor was always protecting and encouraging me. I'll never forget what a gift I received from the internet. If it wasn't for that I would still be waiting for the knight in shining armor.

They say that there is a one percent chance that someone could find a partner on the internet. It worked for us and for that I will be eternally grateful.

'Kitten'

Practice Date

One of my favorite things about him is his ready smile. My first conversation with him went like this: he popped up on my IM screen and asked if I wanted to talk. And he smiled. A colon and half a parentheses.

Reading his profile, I found I was safe. I was across the country from him and he was 17. I tend to like older, think Robert Redford, not young Leonardo DiCaprio. Just to be absolutely sure though, I told him what I told everyone online. "Sure, just don't flirt with me or ask me out. "

And we talked. Thru the seasons. We talked about philosophy, problems and silliness. Shared brief glimpses of the soul in trivial conversation. And exchanged smiles and hugs. Online. We talked through out his transition from high school and college. We talked through out my transition from captured submissive in an abusive relationship with someone older - slightly - 33 - to freedom and recapturing true self. Finding all our strange coincidences and connections.

And I moved back to my home state late january before last - to one town away from him. In the months that followed, I continued the growth I'd started in CA since breaking up with my ex, regaining my freedom and independence, my sense of self. He was now -and is - attending Maryland.. And we continued talking. We had started flirted. Which, he is usually against, unless it it leads to something - a relationship. But he found himself flirting with me. I'm fairly shy. But I found I was flirting too. And I would never, if asked, say that I would ask someone out. For the first time. And - I didn't with Mike. I asked him out on a pretend date.

I'd seen pictures of him - he is very, very cute. I would joke about him having girls all over him. And he'd say not that he'd noticed. He's very shy around girls. So I said, well then go out with me on a 'practice date'. And hey, when girls see you with another girl, that's when they really become interested. He didn't of course take me seriously. He'd never asked me out because he thought I'd say no.

He'd captured my heart online, a year back when he said we should go out sometime for ice-cream. Ice-cream! And he kept with one coincidence and shared connection/silliness after another. With uncovering the depth of his sweetness. With how important relationships are to him. His mix of intelligence and silliness. Patience and the ready passion for what he believed in. But he wasn't real. He was words in a little box. His was a smile made of a semi colon and half a parentheses.

So. I met him and he said I looked exactly as he'd imagined me. And he was solid. Tangible. Not just words in a little box, but a gentle voiced guy. Not just a typed smile, but a ready curve of sweet lips. Revealing small, sharp teeth and a pierced tongue. And it reached his eyes. And I knew. I recognized him at first sight. Recognized him as someone I could fall in love with. It remained to be seen whether or not I would allow myself to.

And he found himself falling too.

I'd 'met my match'. :P

We saw a movie and ate and then just like something out of dream, (with a definite touch of amines), we drove to the park as the day neared its end and he pulled out his guitar and played like an ancient bard. Neoclassical he calls it. I imagined I had stepped into some dream of medieval age as we sat in the green sunlight, the fading sun on the lake behind us.

And a few days later we met again and he told me he loved me asked me to be his girlfriend - not a practice one, not in pretend, but for real and I realized that the dream, unlike that first day had not faded.

Like all females, I've had poetry written for me, I've had professions of love and proposals of marriage. But I finally fell. Against all I set out to avoid over all barriers and fortresses despite - life - I slid tumbled fell helplessly into his heart. I fell and he was there to catch me because he had fallen too.

Its over 14 months later now, and we still miss each other when we are apart. Very much in love, we shunned Valentine's Day. A day whose roots have faded into obscurity. And now we are manipulated by the greeting card companies which have grown fat on our utter willingness to be sheep. Meanwhile diamond manufacturers tell us we really don't love our loved ones if we don't say it with diamonds! Do you realize society and media pulls the strings, and we puppets that we are - are romantic - on cue? And yes I like romance - I'm a total romantic - but who wants manipulated romance? Who wants to be bought flowers or given presents by someone who is doing it because he feels he has to? Sometimes because he fears not to? (not that everyone does)

Not to knock Valentine's Day. It is a day set aside for lovers. Named after someone who married lovers in secret at a time when the Emperor Claudius felt that married men make bad soldiers. We just make every day Valentine's. So its not so much shunning as not differentiating it from every other day. And it is two way. I don't expect him to be the only one. To write me poetry, to send me flowers, to create romantic evenings. I think that's an unfair expectation. And I love doing these things. Giving massages, and smooches, 'affectioning'', each touch an expression. Most romantic of all is this guy I can be silly with, can be myself with, who looks into my eyes and holds my gaze. A love which matches my ideals, a guy who is my hero - always saving the day with smooches and silliness. No matter what the day,

We ignore it because we are romantic naturally. He is always holding my hand, and in touch with me, always kissing me and feels hurt if I sleep away from him. He says I love you often and means it. A very left brained guy, he is going to school majoring in computer science and physics - yet he's written me a poem and sweet e-mails. And all on days not marked on a calendar. And it is him who has brought up the subject of the future...family.

So many talk of the excitement of first time, or of the attention you get from dating many. I would always choose Mike over a thousand exciting first times. I choose a thousand daily affections, soft touch in a darkened room, his sweet soft voice when I am feeling alone saying that word every woman wants to hear in her heart of hearts. 'Moo.'

Not many women are comfortable enough with themselves to admit that last.

And not many guys are comfortable enough with such silly stuffs.

Yes, one of my favorite things about him is his smile. And he smiled. A colon and half a parenthesis.

And he smiled. A ready curve of lips. Revealing small sharp teeth and a pierced tongue. And it reached his eyes. And with them he reached for my heart. And I gave it to him. Forever. For as long as he chooses to accept my offering. He returned in kind, stepping out of his little box and into my heart.

I don't know what the future will bring, I only know he smiled. And the rest is history.

I Found Mr. Right

Story 86

I Found Mr. Right

Our story starts a 14 months ago, I was sitting in front of my computer here in England clicking ignore and clicking ignore from so many perverted guys on ICQ it was crazy!! They all asked the same thing, "Do you have a web cam?" or "What are you wearing?". I was getting really bored with it so decided to sign off, just as I was about to click to close I got a message saying "Hi Kirsty, how are you?" I thought okay, he's different! We started talking and he told me his name was Sean, my brother is called Sean so I carried on talking, he told me he was 24 and from Canada. The more we talked the more friendly we got, we didn't talk every night but whenever he saw me online he would message me and he was a really nice guy. We chatted more over the next couple of weeks and we found out we had a lot in common, he sent me his picture and it was "love at first sight" for me, I sent him mine and he said I had beautiful British eyes.

I had a boyfriend at the time and he had a girlfriend but the more we talked the more in love we fell. Then I suggested that we meet up sometime (this was October 2000). We arranged that I would go to Canada in July 2001 and we would see how we felt about each other in "real life" Then Sean said he couldn't wait until July and that he wanted me there in March. I got my ticket to go on March 23rd, even though I was still with my boyfriend, I went to Canada for a week and that week was the best time of my life. I was completely in love with Sean, he was my Mr. Right!! The hardest thing I did was leaving him at the airport and coming back to England. I cried, he cried!! As soon as I got home I ended it with my boyfriend.

Our photoSean an I were now apart but we loved each other so much we talked EVERY day on the web cam and phone on June 28th 2001, Sean proposed to me on the internet and it was very romantic, he even got down on one knee!! I was so desperate to see him again!! We planned that I would go out there again in September, I couldn't wait!!! I didn't end up going until October 11th because of everything that happened in America. I finally got to Canada (after an 8 hour delay at Manchester!!) it was like we had never been apart, he couldn't stop kissing me and hugging me, he is just adorable. The day I was leaving to come home Sean got down on one knee and held my hand and asked me properly if I would marry him. Of course I said yes and he picked me up and started dancing with me, it was the most perfect moment of my life. He is everything I've ever dreamed of! I've been home for almost a week now and I miss him sooooooooo much you would not believe it!

I'm hoping to go to Canada for Christmas and when I do go I doubt I'll be coming back to England cause I can't bear being without him! I just want to say to people who are going through this that you are all very strong to do it, it's hard, but it's worth it when y'all are together.

God Bless you.
Kirsty

I Found A Sweet Guy

My name is Heather and I met my boyfriend, Matt, now of 8 1/2 months on the internet.

I was in a bad accident may 11 of 2000 and I almost lost my left hand. I was so scared when I got out of the hospital that I was never going to be able to meet a nice guy again or have a relationship with anyone again. One night I decided to stay on the internet for a while longer, and I got this instant message from this person that wanted to talk. So I said yes that I would talk, and that last about all night long into the early morning. Even though I hadn't met him in person, he had already made me feel better about myself. Well, after talking on the internet for awhile, we decide to meet. We were friends for a couple weeks before we started dating.

Then one day he told me that he need a sweet girl in his life and asked me to go out with him. I was so happy!! So, we have been together for about 8 1/2 months and it has been the best 8 months for me ever! I feel like I am a person again. It's like he can overlook the fact about my hand, and not dwell on the fact that there is a big scar on it. He means a lot to me and I'm so glad that I met him.

Everyone says that the internet can be evil, but if you ask me it is good to an extent. He really helped me believe in myself again and not to worry what people thought about my hand. He is a real sweetie and I just want everyone to know that it is possible to find good, nice, sweet guys out there on the internet. He has really helped me through a lot and has saved me from doing a lot of stupid stuff. We are still together and working on 9 months!

Good luck to everyone out there looking for love or just looking for a good friend!!

Sincerely,
Heather

8.2.08

We married just one a week after we met physically

What you are reading now is the true example of the love that started by the Internet. It has been five years that our history began with our first e-mail. Jérôme lived in Andressy (west suburb of Paris) and I lived in my country Indonesia, Bandung to be exact. It's a little bit of mystery how Jérôme was able to find my e-mail address, that was my work e-mail. Jérôme does not remember it! The only possibility is that he had seen my ad for a pen pal in an international pen pal site (it does not exist anymore today). It was the only pen pal site which I had registered myself at that time. Another possibility is that he saw me discussing in the newsgroup.

Since the first e-mail, something strange was built up! It was a weird sensation to read Jérôme's email, I have never felt this way when I read other's e-mail. Before going to the office, Jérôme printed my e-mails and read it in the subway. And me, I came to the office earlier to be able to read his e-mails and I went home late to reply his e-mails. It was delirious! With Jerome, I could write (talk) about anything, from what I ate that day, to the political situation of my country :-). I sent him a small souvenir, and he did the same thing. His pictures were already hanging on the wall of my bedroom :-). He told me that he had scanned my picture and used it as the background of his Windows starting page : -). Up till this moment, both of us weren't dare enough to say "Je t'aime" (I love you).

Our story unfolded more and more! Jérôme invited me to come to France in February 1996. I was not able to come because the new position of which I had dreamed for a long time occupied me. It had been a long time that I dreamed to be a graphic designer. A month after I succeeded having this position, but with an engagement of no marriage for the first two years after I sign the contract. This situations pushed us to seriously think of our relationship, and after the long discussions, tons of e-mails and phone calls, we made a decision to arrange a visa which allowed me to come in France for one year, and marry Jérôme during that year. We thought this was a good decision, because with this visa we could anticipate all the bad surprise, and annul the marriage if we wanted to.

Three months on the new position, I had the obligation to sign the contract, but of course with the engagement to do not marry during the first two years. It was in a terrible situation for me to choose between a certain career for my future, and the love for Jérôme. Finally I chose not to sign that contract and continue the procedure of the visa for the marriage in France. That choice had overturned my family, as well as my friends. No one could understand my choice and our love. No one could understand how I was able to leave my work and be unemployed for a man that I never had seen before, especially with the unemployment rate very high in my country!

The procedure for the visa is very long and tiring. We had to prepare and fill a lot of papers, medical check up, and also some terrible interviewing to prove that our marriage would not be a white wedding. That was a little normal, because we never had seen ourselves physically. That gave a doubt to French authorities in Indonesia. The waiting time is the most difficult one to bear. Our love had become bigger and deeper during this difficult situation. It was already August, and still no news of the visa. Jérôme decided to come in Indonesia to resolve the visa problem furthermore near... and especially to see his future spouse that he had never seen before! He came on July 15th 1996 for the first time. That gave a surprising reaction from the parents of Jérôme as well as of his friends. They have all said, "He is crazy!" Cyril, his friend who took him to Charles De Gaulle airport could not believe his decision until Jérôme was really leaving his car with his luggage!

The day when we met at the airport of Jakarta, was the moment that was very emotional for us. We kissed and cried. Of course it is strange for you, because we were only two foreigners. My brother Tony who took me to the airport could not believe his eyes to see me crying and kissing a stranger and it's a white man too! No one would understand how happy we were. We were so close to each other, we felt like we had already lived together in the other life. Jérôme asked me to marry him in the train, which took us to Bandung. He offered me a pretty small necklace, which I still wear it today. The conductor couldn't pick a better timing when Jérôme put this necklace on me, and Jérôme asked him to wait! : -).

We got married in Bandung (August 23rd) because my mother asked us. My mom was worried for my future and she was not really sure about all of this, eventhough she was very welcome, and friendly to Jérôme. We married just one week after we met physically! It was a small family wedding ceremony at my house which we did not declare to Indonesian government. It was a madness that made us really happy! Can you imagine the reaction of Jérôme's parents when he called them on the phone to announce this unforeseen marriage! Fortunately they are really likable and have very big heart for the happiness of their son. I am lucky to have parents in law like them!

We spent the rest of the vacation to try to resolve the visa, and found a time for taking a walk in Bandung. The time passed so fast... way too fast! My visa was not ready yet when Jérôme had to return to France. Again, we were passing through the difficult moment at the airport to separate, after only three weeks of marriage. We were so sad, cause we were not so sure whether they would issue me a visa or not. Jerome decided if the visa was not ready by the end of that year, he would move to Indonesia and try to find job here.

Jerome, Aneke and Sarah - a happy familyMy visa was finally issued at the end of September. It permitted me to come in France to reunite with my "husband", but the suspense was not over. It was the first time that I left my country, and I did not know that there was a supplementary tax (not an airport tax) of 250.000 rupiah. I did not bring enough cash because I gave all my money to my family who brought me to the airport. Unfortunately they already had left the airport when I realized that I needed this money! I was not able to go that day, and I had to take the next airplane 3 days after. That was stupid, and I was angry to myself for not knowing about that fiscal before! Maybe Indonesia is the only country who obliges its own people to pay the fiscal before quit the country, and it's worst, because the fiscal was increased 2 years ago 1.000.000 rupiah! It's a lot of money for Indonesian people. I tried to call Jérôme from the airport, but he was not home that evening. Later, I found out that he was at the supermarket to prepare a nice dinner and some surprises for me.

I was going 3 days later, and I finally arrived in France on the first of November 1996. That was again an unforgettable moment! I saw his sweet smile that awaited me in front of gate 23 of the CDG airport. Everything was fine once I met him. We got married in the village where Jérôme's parents lived on May 23rd 1997. Now we live in Nancy, Meurthe and Moselle, and we have 2 pretty babies. Sarah was born in Nancy, February 4th 1998 and Marc his brother one year after, February 10th, 1999. Our happiness is complete and it's all because of Internet.

Found a Soulmate

Hello there!

I'm starting to think that more and more that people are starting to come together over the internet and make the connections which years ago would have occurred exclusively in a bar or on the "night scene".

Which makes me wonder if my story is truly unique. I know there are many other stories like mine but at any rate I thought I'd share mine with you.

I have been looking for that special someone since I was 16 years old. As a guy I was often thought of as weird because I wanted the "steady" girlfriend rather than the party girls.

After years and years of fruitless searching I decided to give Yahoo personals a try. Well, it was an overwhelming success. At 24 years old I probably had 8 "first dates" within a one month time frame!!! Not only was it exciting but it was a huge ego booster.

Well, it just so happens that one of those 8 dates is now my fiancee. And wouldn't you know that she was the most stubborn of them all from the beginning. She was the one who would always tell me she didn't want to date but rather be friends.

From the beginning I knew I had found someone very special and I never gave up on her. We met August 19th, 1999 and are now going to be married October 6th, 2001.

I was always one of those guys that said I'd never get married and just be Mr. Single for the rest of my life. What I've found is that people really have a profound effect on each other, especially the one you know you want to spend the rest of your life with.

In an instant your whole world is turned completely upside down. The moral of my story here is that the internet is not a shady place to find one-night stands with people. I can personally bear witness to the fact that I found my "soulmate" thanks to the internet.

It's always wise to be cautious about who you agree to make a date with but with a little common sense and intuition the internet is without a doubt the greatest resource a single could have.

I thank you for your time and I hope this little tidbit has brightened your day. It has mine just by writing it :-)

Best Regards,
Chuck Nevin

5.2.08

The Patient and Psychiatrist

There is two patient live in the mental hospital, they have been long made friends, their name is Putra and Budi. At one particular day Budi sink in the pool, the Putra help him, that occurence is seen by psychiatrist. See that, psychiatrist sure that Putra quite better.
Two day later psychiatrist give news to Putra. Psychiatrist say ,“There is good news and job’s news to you Putra”.”The good news is you have recovered and you can go out from this hospital immediately”.”And the obsolence news is your friends,Budi dying because sticking neck into nooses, i’m sorry to hear that”.
Then Putra said,”No doctor, Budi have wet yesterday, then I hang to the sun to be running dry.

Preventive Maintenance

Cleaning
• Cleaning is a major part of keeping a computer system healthy:
• Use a lint-free soft cloth (chamois) for cleaning the plastic outer-surfaces of the system
• Outer-surface cleaning can be accomplished with a simple soap-and water solution, followed by a clear water rinse
• Cleaning should be followed by the application of an anti-static spray or anti-static solution

Preventive Maintenance Procedures
Computer equipment is susceptible to failures caused by:
• Dust buildup
• Rough handling
• Extremes in temperature

Heat Buildup
• Check for other sources of heat buildup around the computer and its peripherals. These sources include the following:
• Direct sunlight from an outside window
• Locations of portable heaters in the winter
• Papers/books piled up around the equipment
• Computer furniture design and placement (creating a lack of free air space around the computer)

Protecting Monitors
The preventive maintenance associated with monitors consists of:
• Periodic cleaning, dusting, and good commonsense practices around the monitor.
• Aerosol sprays, solvents, and commercial cleaners should be avoided because they can damage the screen and cabinet.
• A simple cleaning solution is fine for cleaning the monitor
• Make sure that the monitor’s power chord is disconnected from any power source before washing
• The monitor’s screen should be dried with a soft cloth after rinsing

Caring for LCD Displays
• The screen should be cleaned periodically with a glass cleaner and a soft, lint-free cloth
• Spray the cleaner on the cloth and then wipe the screen
• Never spray the cleaner directly on the screen
• Avoid scratching the surface of the screen
• Take care to remove any liquid droplets from the screen because they can cause permanent staining
• After cleaning, allow 30 minutes for complete drying

Protecting Hard-Disk Drives
• Rough handling is responsible for more harddisk drive damage than any other factor.
• The drive should never be moved while you can still hear its disks spinning
• If a hard-disk drive is to be transported or shipped, make sure to pack it properly
• At no time should the hard drive’s housing, which protects the platters, be removed in open air.

Protecting Removable Media Drives
Removable cartridges or disks can be adversely affected by:
• Extremes in temperature
• Exposure to magnetic and electromagnetic fields
• Bending
• Airborne particles that can lead to information loss

Maintaining Removable Media Drives
Cleaning kits are available for:
• Floppy drives
• CD/DVD drives
• Tape drives

Protecting Input Devices
• An occasional dusting and cleaning should be all that’s required
• Input peripherals generally require very little preventive maintenance






Power-Line Protection
Typical power-supply variations fall into two categories:
􀁺 Transients—overvoltage conditions that can be classified as spikes (measured in nanoseconds) or as surges (measured in milliseconds)
􀁺 Sags—undervoltage conditions that include voltage sags and brownouts. A voltage sag typically lasts only a few milliseconds, whereas a brownout can last for a protracted period of time

Surge Suppressers
There are two factors to consider when choosing a surge suppresser:
• Clamping speed—how quickly the protective circuitry reacts to changes in the incoming power level and attempts to limit the change
• Clamping voltage—the designated voltage level that the device will attempt to maintain

Uninterruptible Power Supplies
• Uninterruptible Power Supplies (UPS) are battery-based systems that monitor the incoming power and kick-in when unacceptable variations occur in the power source
• Can be either a standby power system (offline) or an active power system (online)

Basic care and tips for using your computer

Turning your computer on and off
To turn on the computer, simply press and release the power button below the LCD screen beside the easy-launch buttons. See “Front view” on page 15 for the location of the power button.
• Use the Windows shutdown
• Use the power button
You can also put the computer in sleep mode by pressing the sleep hotkey
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Note: If you cannot power off the computer normally, press and hold the power button for more than four seconds to shutdown the computer. If you turn off the computer and want to turn it on again, wait at least two seconds before powering up.

Taking care of your computer
Your computer will serve you well if you take care of it.
• Do not expose the computer to direct sunlight. Do not place it near sources of heat, such as a radiator.
• Do not expose the computer to temperatures below 0 C (32 F) or above 50 C (122 F).
• Do not subject the computer to magnetic fields.
• Do not expose the computer to rain or moisture.
• Do not spill water or any liquid on the computer.
• Do not subject the computer to heavy shock or vibration.
• Do not expose the computer to dust or dirt.
• Never place objects on top of the computer.
• Do not slam the computer display when you close it.
• Never place the computer on uneven surfaces.

Taking care of your AC adapter
Here are some ways to take care of your AC adapter:
• Do not connect the adapter to any other device.
• Do not step on the power cord or place heavy objects on top of it.
• Carefully route the power cord and any cables away from foot traffic.
• When unplugging the power cord, do not pull on the cord it self but pull on the plug.
• The total ampere ratings of the equipment plugged in should not exeed the ampere rating of the cord if you are using an extention cord. Also, the total current rating of all equipment plugged into a single wall outlet should not exeed the fuse rating.

Taking care of your battery pack
Here are some ways to take care of your battery pack:
• Use only batteries of the same kind as replacements. Turn the power off before removing or replacing batteries.
• Do not tamper with battries. Keep them away from children.
• Dispose of used battries according to local regulations. Recycle if possible.

Cleaning and service
When are some ways to take care of your battery pack:
• Turn off the computer and remove the battery pack.
• Disconnect the AC adapter.
• Use a soft, moist cloth. Do not use liquid or aerosol cleaners.
If either of the following occurs:
• The computer has been dropped or the body has been damaged
• The computer does not operate normally

AdWords

You will have seen AdWords in action before. They are those little text ads that appear down the right hand side of Google’s search results. They are an amazingly powerful method of advertising. The ads you see are 100% related to the keywords that you type into a search. This means, that as an AdWords advertiser you are capable of displaying your ads in front of an audience that is already interested in your products of services. Never before have businesses been able to conduct their advertising in such a highly targeted manner.

If your internet company rented holiday properties in Spain for example, you could set up your AdWords ads to appear ONLY when someone typed in keywords like ”Spanish, Spain, holiday, rental, villas, apartments, properties etc.”

Of course, this all comes at a price. As an advertiser, you have to pay Google every time somebody clicks on one of your ads. Not knowing how to cost their system, the geniuses at Google came up with the idea of letting their advertisers bid against each other for the value of their chosen keywords.

This means, that if I wanted my ads to be displayed the most often when someone types the key phrase “Spanish holidays” into Google, I would have to out bid the advertiser who currently comes top of the list for this key phrase.

The internet has matured as a result of ppc advertising. The embarrassing days of the Dot Coms are well and truly behind us. The value of online businesses can now be measured because ppc advertising is a dynamic system that reflects real-world supply and demand.

With ppc advertising, Google has enabled small online businesses to flourish, whilst making tens of billions for themselves.

Adsense

With their follow up program Adsense, Google created an opportunity for everybody to get a share in this lucrative market.

Adsense is an extension of the AdWords program that allows any website owner to place AdWords ads on their site. However, the difference in this system lies in the fact that ads displayed come not from search phrases, but from the content of your site.

Then, when someone views your site, the JaeScript automatically fetches ads from the Google server and places them on your page. Google does this with its advanced content recognition technology. This technology is so clever, that it knows which country you are viewing a site from. It then places country specific ads accordingly. For example, if you had a site about fly-fishing tackle retailers, and in the USA people would see ads for American retailers.

When someone clicks on one of your ads, Google charges the advertiser. Google then takes a cut of the money and gives the rest to you. Although Google won’t disclose any details about their payout ratio, it is rumored that they take 32% and you get 68%.

Before you start thinking: why don’t I just click on my ads all day long and make loads of money? Goole has thought of this and takes click fraud very seriosly. They want their advertising system to work. They can tell if you have been committing click fraud and will bar you from AdSense FOREVER!

Making serious money

99% of AdSense users make next to nothing. They stick the code onto their website and sit back. When the money doesn’t appear they think the system is useless. This is good for us, because those in the know can make extraordinary amounts of legitimate, Google approved money.

There is a simple formula to success with AdSense. Here it is:

HIGH PAYING KEYWORDS
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HIGH TRAFFIC = LOADS OF MONEY
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HIGH CLICK-THROUGH RATIO


• The key lies in finding a niche market and creating a content rich, topical site within this market. You then fill the content of your site with high paying keywords.
• Next, through good search engine optimization and advenced inbound linking strategies, you build a high and constant flow of traffic to your site
• Then, only after you have taken steps one and two, do you place the AdSense code into your site. You add the JavaScript whilst employing certain techniques that make the ads look more attrative. This will evcourage more of your website’s visitors to click on the ads.

This strategy, coupled with careful tracking of ad performance, will guarantee that you are making serious amounts of money with Google AdSense.

If you want to be amongst the 1% of high earners make sure that you follow The AdSense Mint course step-by-step!

The Big Guest

An elephant trainer, or mahout as he is known in India, teaches elephants to obey commands. When an elephant disobeys, the mahout pokes him with a stick that has a sharp metal point. But, as this story shows, eveyone would do well to remember that there may be some truth in the old saying,”An elephant never forgets.”

Everybody called him “Raja.” It was not his real name but he liked being called “Raja.” He lived with his Grandfather and Grandmother. They were his guardians. Raja’s mother died when he was young. His father left Raja with his grandparents, who brought him up.
Grandfather was a tall, strong man. He always spoke in a loud voice. He knew everyone in the village. People respected him. They came to him for advice and help.
Grandmother was kind and gentle. She took good care of Raja. She would follow him like a shadow, saying,”Drink this milk” or “Eat your food” or “Have your bath” or “Go to bed.” Raja did not like this, but still he loved his grandmother very much.
At home Raja did not have any friend to play with. Grandfather did not like Raja would be spoiled if he did so. Other children did not like to come to the house because they were afraid of Grandfather.
Yet life with Grandfather was not dull. Raja liked his home and the very large garden all round it. There were many trees in the garden: coconut trees, mango trees, and other kinds of trees. There were birds, butterflies, and honeybees. There were many tanks, with plenty of fish in them. Kingfishers, storks, and other water birds came to the tanks to catch the fish.
In a corner of the compound was a grove, where trees, shrubs, and creepers grew wild. Jackals, mongooses, wildcats, and owls lived in the grove.
Raja’s grandfather owned many cows, bulls, and bullocks. Little calves played and ran about in the garden.
Raja liked to play with the calves. He liked to watch the birds in the garden. He looked for jackals coming out of the grove. He ran after mongooses. He caught butterflies and reptiles.
Once Raja’s grandparents had a big guest at home. It was Lakshmi, a young cow elephant. She belonged to a rich relative. The relative wanted Raja’s grandparents to keep the elephant for some days. Grandfather did not like the idea very much. It was costly to feed an elephant, even a young elephant. But Grandfather could not refuse the request of a relative.
Raja was excited when he heard Lakshmi was coming. Raja asked people how he should welcome the elephant. Grandfather told him that elephants loved sugar cane and that he should keep some for Lakshmi.
Once evening Lakshmi arrived with her mahout , Kittu. Everybody in the house came out to welcome her. She was a beautiful young elephant.
Kittu said,”She is young. She is hardly eight years old. She is intelligent and learns things quickly. She is very loving and likes to play with people.”
Kittu said so many good things about Lakshmi that Raja thought Lakshmi could have been Kittu’s own daughter.
Raja had a piece of sugar cane with him and he wanted to give it to Lakshmi. But he was afraid to go near her. Kittu saw Raja holding the sugar cane and took him near Lakshmi, saying, “She loves children.” Raja offered the sugar cane to Lakshmi and she took it and ate it.
At night Lakshmi was chained to a tree in the court-yard. Raja sat there for a long time watching her. He would have remained there longer but Grandmother came out and said,” Now, Raja, you go to bed. You can watch the elephant in the morning.”
Raja woke up early next morning and went out. Lakshmi saw him and she waved her trunk as if welcoming him. He was still afraid to go near the elephant. Lakshmi tried to come to Raja but she could not as she was chained to the tree.
Kittu came in the morning. He took Lakshmi out for a bath. Raja had never seen an elephant bathing. So he followed them to the tank. Lakshmi first went into the water alone. She played in the water. She took water in her trunk and poured it over her body several times.
Then Kittu went in and asked her to sit down. She filled her trunk again with water and looked at Kittu. Kittu said,”Don’t, don’t do it.” But Lakshmi would not listen. She spouted all the water on Kittu.
Kittu did not get angry. He again asked Lakshmi to sit. But Lakshmi again filled her trunk with water. Now Kittu showed her his stick and warned her not to repeat the mischief. This time Lakshmi did not pour water on him but threw it backward with force. Raja was standing just behind and the water fell all over him. It was great fun. Lakshmi was only playing.

Kittu pulled Lakshmi by the ear and ordered her to sit. She obeyed. He then scrubbed her with a piece of stone and cleaned her all over.
On the way back Kittu gave Raja a ride on Lakshmi. Raja was thrilled. When they reached home, Grandfather, Grandmother, and all the others were waiting outside to see Raja riding an elephant.
Kittu had told Raja that Lakshmi liked ripe bananas better than sugar cane. Raja waited for an opportunity to give her some. As soon as Grandfather was out, Raja quietly went to the cellar and took half of a huge bunch of ripe bananas. He took the bananas to Lakshmi. She ate them with great relish.
Later, Grandfather noticed that some of the bananas were missing. He asked everyone about it and found out that Raja had taken the bananas. Grandfather did not like anybody taking anything without his permission. He took a long cane and called Raja.
Raja knew grandfather wanted to beat him. He ran. And Grandfather ran after him.
Lakshmi was not chained to the tree at that time. She saw Raja running and Grandfather chasing him. She immediately came to Raja’s help. She rushed towards Grandfather with a wild cry.
Grandfather was very frightened. He turned back, ran into the house, and bolted the door. Raja went to lakshmi and patted her.
After a while Grandfather came out, holding in his hand the other half of the banana bunch. He asked Raja to take it and give it to the elephant. Raja did so, and both Grandfather and Lakshmi were happy. So was Raja.

By Shankar
Illustrations by Pulak Biswas

The Cosmonaut

All schoolchildren in Rusia belong to at least one after-school club. This activity is counted as part of their schoolwork. There are clubs for mathematics, music, art, and many other subjects. But why, Kniajin’s teacher wondered, would anyone want to join all the clubs?

The new boy sat in the last row. His hair was so red that it was impossible not to notice him. “We have a new kid,” said Levushkin, the class chatterbox.
The teacher asked the new where he came from.”They tore down our old house and we moved to a new apartment in this neighborhood,” he answered.
“What is your name?”
“Kniajin.”
“And how is your math?” This teacher taught math.
“It’s my most favorite subject,” answered Kniajin.
Noticing the new boy’s face. Then he turned to the board and began to explain a new type of equation.
As always when the teacher’s back was turned, Levushkin began to whisper and giggle. “Be quit! You’re making it hard for the rest of us to hear what he’s saying,” the teacher heard the new boy tell Levushkin. He turned around and saw Levushkin look very put out, as if he had taken a mouthful of scalding tea and didn’t know whether to spit it out or swallow it.
“Kniajin,” said the teacher,”go to the board and solve this problem using the new equation.”
The new boy solved the problem quickly. Then he explained how he had done it, speaking clearly and without hesitation. The teacher liked his answer. Many of the boys in that class would have used too many words, but not Kniajin.
The recess bell rang. As the children were pouring out of the classroom, Levushkin’s voice was heard saying,” Did you hear that kid! I made it ‘hard’ for him. Too bad! It’s only his first day here and already he’s trying to be boss. A guy can’t even breathe with him around! A redhead and a teacher’s pet on top of it!”
“I know my hair is red,” Kniajin snapped back,”you needn’t bother to tell me. And you’re nothing but a fool to tease me about a thing like that. Exactly-a fool.”
A week later the shcool’s Senior Club Leader showed the math teacher the lists with the names of children who had signed up for different interest clubs. Kniajin’s name was the first on the math-club list. “Very good!” thought the teacher.”That boy is all right. We need more like him.” Then he leafed through the rest of the lists and came upon Kniajin’s name on nearly all of them. The new boy had signed up for the zoology as well as the physics and the sports clubs. The only one he hadn’t joined was the singing group.
During the next recess the teacher called him over.”Why did you join all the clubs?” he asked.”In my opinion, this was rather thoughtless.”
“I had to do it,” answered the boy.

“Perhaps you don’t know what really interests you?”
“No, it’s not that. I don’t know,” Kniajin said stubbornly,”but I must join a lot of them. The reason is a secret.”
“Secret or no secret,” said the teacher,”you’d better not bother to come to the math club. If you’re going to be in the zoology, the physics, and the sports groups, you certainly wont’t have time left for much math.”
The boy looked quite upset. He even grew pale. The teacher felt sorry that he had spoken to him so harshly. After all, he was still only a youngster.
For a few moments the two stood facing each other in silence. Then Kniajin blurted out,”I must make sure that I know everything. So that they couldn’t do without me. I’m going to be a spaceship pilot. I’ve never mentioned this to anyone, but you made me...”
“So that’s what it is,” said the teacher, really looking at Kniajin for the first time. His shock of red hair covered a large, slightly bulging forehead, and his blue eyes were now full of despair. “He’s the kind that will make it,” he thought. “This one will reach his goal.” And the math teacher now suddenly remembered how it had left during the war to parachute from a plane-how frightened he had been when he jumped into the void, looking down on the distant earth below, on the trees seeming like small clumps of fur, on the rivers which looked like rain puddles, and how he had worried: “What if the parachute doesn’t open?” At that moment the earth had become not welcoming but terrified,” the teacher mused, “but this one will go up there anyway!”
And to Kniajin he said, “If that’s the case, if you’re determined to be a cosmonaut, I have no objection to your joining all the clubs.”
“Thank you,” said Kniajin.
For the first three months of the term Kniajin didn’t miss a single meeting of the term Kniajin didn’t miss a single meeting of the math group. Then he stopped coming. He was absent-minded in class and he had even become noticeably thinner.
“How come you dropped out of the math club?” the teacher asked him one day.
Kniajin raised his eyes. They were like the eyes of another person-they were now not full of despair but deeply mournful and not nearly as blue. “I’ll probably start coming again,” he said absently.
Later Levushkin, who had become friends with the new boy, told the teacher, “Kniajin is in big trouble! I’m not supposed to tell you what it is, but he sure is in big trouble!” The teacher decided he would have a talk with Kniajin one day soon. But, by accident, he ran into him that very evening. He was standing near the counter in a bookstore when he suddenly heard a familiar voice ask, “Do you have anything new today?”
“Listen,” the saleswoman answered, “don’t expect something new every day. Why don’t you come around only once or twice a week?” The teacher looked around to see whom she was addressing. There stood Kniajin. There was something different about him. The teacher didn’t realize at once what it was; then he noticed that the boy was wearing glasses. Small, child’s lenses in a light metal frame. Kniajin blushed, his cheeks, ears, and even his nose turning a purple red.
“Oh, it’s you,” said the teacher. But he didn’t have time to add another word before the boy took to his heels. The teacher ran after him. “Kniajin,” he called to him, “Kniajin, wait!”
A man looked strangely at the running teacher, and a woman cried,”Stop that boy!”
Only then did Kniajin halt. Without looking at his teacher, he removed his glasses and hung his head.
“A smart boy like you ought to know better than that! There are plenty of people who have to wear glasses, and they’re not ashamed of it. Don’t take offense, but, in my opinion, you’re being quite silly.”
Kniajin remained silent.
“To run away because of something like that!” the teacher continued. “And Levushkin called it ‘big trouble’. Nonsense!”
Kniajin looked up, saying in a choked voice,”But they won’t accept me as a pilot. I found out that they don’t take near-sighted people. Now I’ll never be able to fly spaceships. I hate these glasses!”
“So, that’s it,”the teacher said to himself, “that’s why he’s been so miserable and getting so thin. His first dream has been shattered to bits, and he’s suffering-alone and in secret.”
“You’re torturing yourself for no reason,” he said to the boy. “You can fly in a spaceship as an astronomer, an engineer, or a physician.”
“Do you really think so? Do you really think that I can still have some hope?” He clung to the teacher’s words with relief. “Why did’t I think of that? I’m just a fool! Exactly-a fool.”
Kniajin replaced his glasses on his nose, now beaming red with joy, and took off as though he were running straight toward his happy future.

Kveta Is My Younger Sister

Czechoslovakia is a very small but beautiful country in Eastern Europe. It is named for the two groups of people – the Czechs and the Slovaks who live there. These people are noted for their love of music and sport.

Im Martin. Milan is my friend, and Kveta is my younger sister. Milan came to visit us right after lunch one day. He wore new clothes and carried his violin case.
“Martin, let’s go fishing,”Milan said.
“I can’t,” I replaid. “ I have school this afternoon.”
Milan placed his violin on a chair.
“I cant’t either,” He said.”I have to play the violin for a dance at the nursery school.”
Kveta was listening. She was too young to go to school, but she could already imagine what happens there.
“I’m glad you can’t go,”she said,” because you wouldn’t take me with you anyway.”
Then she ignored us completely and went off to play with her teddy bear.
“My school doesn’t start until two o’clock,” I whispered to Milan.
He whispered back, “ My dance doesn’t either!”

I picked up my schoolbag, Milan picked up his violin case, and when Kveta wasn’t looking, we ran out of the house and all the way to the river.
I have a hiding place among the willow trees where I keep my fishing pole. As soon as we arrived there, I took out the fishing pole and put in my schoolbag. Milan put his violin case next to my schoolbag and we went off fishing.
I was the first to catch a fish. Then Milan caught one. I caught another one. It was a rainbow trout and it was definitely the biggest one I had ever seen. It was all silver and gold, with fins that looked as if they had been dipped in red paint. Obviously, Milan was jealous. He kept saying that it was just an ordinary carp.
“It’s a rainbow trout,”I insisted.
“No, it’s a carp,” he replaid.
We argued and argued until we were worn out. Then we made a little pond in the sand, put the trout in it for safe-keeping, and went looking for someone older to settle our argument. We went upstream and downstream, but we could find no one. Worse than that, when we came back to the pond we had made, the fish was gone!

“Maybe it jumped back into the river,”said Milan.
I thought about arguing that neither rainbow trout nor carp could jump such a distance, but I noticed the time on my wrist watch. In five minutes it would be a quarter to two. Milan rushed to our hiding place, grabbed his violin case, and ran off to school.
I took my schoolbag and was ready to go too, when I noticed a pile of freshly pulled grass. I sifted through it, and at the bottom of the pile of grass I found Milan’s violin with fish scales sticking to it.
Later, Milan told me,”When I arrived at the nursery school it was ten minutes to two. Everyone asked me why I had been running and told me to quickly tune my violin.
“They gave me a towel to wipe the sweat off my hands, and then they suggested that I comb my hair a little. They gave me a comb, and so I did.
“Again they told me to hurry up and get my violin ready! Just at that moment, Martin, you came running up to the window and started to yell something. One of the teachers opened the window and asked what you wanted. You kept yelling in my direction,’You have fish in there, you have a fish in there,’ and you held up my violin.
“That’s when I opened my violin case and pulled out the teddy bear that squeaked when its head moved up and down.
“Everyone laughed. I ran outside to get my violin, but you were gone and my violin was on the doorstep.”
Then, I told Milan,”Really, I was sure that there would be a fish inside that case, because when I found the violin in the grass, there were fish scales all over it, and my fish had disappeared.
“I ran after you as fast as I could to tell you what had happened and to warn you not to open your violin case.

“But, when I arrived at the nursery school, it was already five minutes to two, and I only had time to yell about the fish, leave the violin on the doorstep, and then run away. Obviously, I myself was late for school.
“As soon as I sat down at my desk, the teacher told us to take out our books and start reading. I started to open my schoolbag, but then I hesitated to put my hand in it.
“’Go ahead,’ the teacher said.
“’ I can’t, there’s a fish in there,’ I replied.
“ I said,’Since there was a teddy bear in the violin case instead of a violin, where can the fish be? I must have it in my schoolbag.’
“At this point, the teacher himself put his hand into my schoolbag and pulled out a book. Then he put it back and said,’Somebody take Martin home and put a cold rag on his head.’”
After exchanging our stories, I said to Milan, “The teddy bear must be Kveta’s work. She may not go to school yet, but she sure knows how to get even all right! She must have followed us secretly and arranged the whole thing with the violin and the teddy bear.”
Milan said,”The fish was probably her work, too. While we were arguing, I bet she quickly dropped the fish into the river.”
“Which fish?” I asked.
“The carp,”said Milan.
“You mean the rainbow trout,”I said.
“Kveta is listening,”said Milan
He said no more.
Neither did I.

By Vaclav Ctvrtek
Translated from the Czech
Illustration by Vladimir Fuka Hervert.
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