I consider wireless technology as the best thing that had happened ever since people in my corner of the world decided to start cooking rice - wrapped in coconut leaves.
Here's why...
When I turned on my laptop lastweek, I decided to enable my wifi just for the heck of it. Suprisingly, I got a signal from some wireless router. I got really really curious so I enabled DHCP hoping that the router would be kind enough to give me an IP. Luckily, it did.
At this point my heart was already about to explode. I was having all sorts of "what-if" scenarios and I didn't know where to start. I guess, instinct took over and I decided to fire up my browser hoping for the first thing anyone with a newly acquired IP address from an unknown wireless router would obviously hope for - right, an internet connection. With a sly grin plastered all over my face, I typed in h-t-t-p-colon-slash-slash-gmail-dot-google-dot-com.
Lo and behold!
Gmail's login page loaded. At that very instant, my jaw dropped so low I could feel the floor under my chin. At the same time, I was quite convinced that I was high on something because the words "free" and "internet" were spinning all over my head in a hippie-psychadelic-fashion sort of way. What-A-Trip.
So here I am, four days later, writing this post using my F-R-E-E internet connection. Perhaps, wireless technology is a blessing from the gods. It is paid for and installed by clueless "techies" so that rice-eating peons like myself can enjoy the juicy-mouth-watering fruits of wireless technology.
Here's why...
When I turned on my laptop lastweek, I decided to enable my wifi just for the heck of it. Suprisingly, I got a signal from some wireless router. I got really really curious so I enabled DHCP hoping that the router would be kind enough to give me an IP. Luckily, it did.
At this point my heart was already about to explode. I was having all sorts of "what-if" scenarios and I didn't know where to start. I guess, instinct took over and I decided to fire up my browser hoping for the first thing anyone with a newly acquired IP address from an unknown wireless router would obviously hope for - right, an internet connection. With a sly grin plastered all over my face, I typed in h-t-t-p-colon-slash-slash-gmail-dot-google-dot-com.
Lo and behold!
Gmail's login page loaded. At that very instant, my jaw dropped so low I could feel the floor under my chin. At the same time, I was quite convinced that I was high on something because the words "free" and "internet" were spinning all over my head in a hippie-psychadelic-fashion sort of way. What-A-Trip.
So here I am, four days later, writing this post using my F-R-E-E internet connection. Perhaps, wireless technology is a blessing from the gods. It is paid for and installed by clueless "techies" so that rice-eating peons like myself can enjoy the juicy-mouth-watering fruits of wireless technology.
