ILOVEYOU

Introduction The code described is characterized as “I Love you virus” or “Love Letter Virus” it was a computer worm first spotted in Asia, was then caught circulating and contaminating in millions of computer worldwide. (Knight, 2000) Creator and his background Suspect behind Love Letter virus code was Onel A.de Guzman’s (age 23), since a similar thesis was rejected for his graduation course at AMA Computer University in Makati, Philippines, it was made to steal password from the internet, he and

I had just learned that I had eight hours to live. How could this be?!! I was so upset. The anger that I had felt, eventually turned to sadness. Just the thought of everything that I was leaving behind was unbearable. I was horribly hurt and afraid. The remaining eighth hour and complete seventh hour, I spent contacting family members and telling them of my unfortunate news. My immediate family, my husband D, my mom, dad AC, brother Ambi, and my two sisters, Addi and Theve were the first to hear

Christmas stories Angel’s Dust The darkness of the Sorting Room echoed the pain Jeff Marlow felt in his heart. He worked alone, the clatter of the machine bouncing off the walls. The rest went home hours ago. It was as it should be; after all, they had families. A husband or wife would be waiting with a welcome hug and kiss. Children anticipating the morning would be dancing around a tree strung with brightly colored lights. Perhaps their parents would

Briana, I am writing this with the hopes that I may find closer. That I can find peace of mind I have failed to discover while exploring other avenues of the healing process. Although I intend to send this to you, I have no expectation of a reply. This is not an attempt to convince you of anything. You are too intelligent and to stubborn to be persuaded by any words that I may extract from my head. What I write is what I know or feel. I do not claim to understand what you are going through. Nothing

When the first bullet hit my chest, I thought of my family. As I fell to the ground, my horrendous, and troublesome memories rushed through my head like a flood. The pain and agony, all flashed before my eyes. I didn’t know what to do or how this all happened, but it felt as if it all happened, short days ago. It felt as if it was just yesterday, I kissed my kids and wife, and told them that I would be back by 9, but that never happened. I didn’t know that I would end up as a prisoner for such

The Pain of First Love First love is something amazing, but it can be a source of unbearable misery. Love was this amazing new experience that was brought into my life. I knew it would be hard, but I was not prepared for how hard it actually would be. The tears shed, the anger that filled my entire body with hate, the depression, the anxiety of not hearing from him, the panic attacks that would build from these events almost caused me to give up. I did not know what I got myself into until it

"Mamie, can you pass me the salad?" I asked my grandmother, as we sat eating dinner together. She immediately passed me the salad. "How was school, sugar?" she asked me. That was her nickname for me, because when I was five, apparently I used to eat sugar right out of the sugar jar she kept in the pantry. "It was good. I got an A in my pre-calc exam today," I replied, grinning. "Perfect," she answered. "I 'm so proud of you, Gigi. But did those girls – Ivanna, Bess, and Emilie – bother you again

‘Push! Don’t push. Pant!’ Her head was spinning and the room was swirling. The floor stared down at the ceiling. Samuel heard the commotion ‘My baby! My baby! The aching voice cried out. He rushed up the stairs like a frightened animal smelling death. ‘Valarie, Valarie.’ His echoing voice kicked at his chest. It was seconds but it felt like eternity before he reached his wife. Cold sweat covered her body as she curled tighter than a fist on the floor in a corner. He wondered if she was dying as

Twenty-four hours. As I lay in this bed, surrounded by beeping machines against white walls, my mind is clouded with that foreboding number and its awful implications. Out loud, it sounds longer than it really is - just a single day. And, though I wish it was longer, I 'm just not blessed with fortune. Never was, honestly. My youth was littered with misfortune: death, the entailing grief, and the drawing of the shortest straws. Mother had passed by the time I was nine; and Father followed within

Once we were out in the open air, I was met with an overwhelming sense of exhilaration. The blaring alarms continued to screech in the distance, as the castle seemed to stir awake, most likely with the news that there was a prisoner that escaped. The fear inside me had subsided to a pulsing sense of alertness. Out of the sprawling grounds of the manor, we ran at full speed ahead. He took my hand in his, dragging me along beside him as we hastened through the narrow alleyways of the nearby villages