Before I submitted my laptop to the service center, I backed up my files into several DVDs. And I had to uninstall some applications that the network does not normally allow (but I’m sure wouldn’t be much trouble with what I do anyway). I was given a service laptop which I needed to reformat too.

When I copied my backup files, I was in panic when my presentation files with File Extension PPS couldn’t be read even if there’s Powerpoint installed. Good thing my officemate was able to repair it in no time using the software we got from the computerfileextensions.com.

According to their site, it is a registry conflict. The software is very helpful. They can help in various file extension problems such as File Extension DLL or even File Extension BIN. Try the software now.

Kung Hei Fat Choi!

Chinese New Year starts today. Chinese officemates brought some tikoy (New Year’s cake). It was so tempting so I went to the pantry and brought 3 forks for everyone to use. I just thought I could eat just one. But it tasted so good so I ate another… and another… and another. U-oh, that’s carbs! Now, the diet is in trouble. I wonder if the extra pound gained today can be shed off easily by a weight loss pill in a week. Tsk, tsk.

Speaking of Chinese New Year, I was glad to have watched one show featuring Chinese astrology. I was happy to hear that those born under the sign of Dragon are lucky this year. According to one Feng Shui expert on the show, Dragons have “the luckiest” star this year. Geez, hubby and I are both Fire Dragons. I wonder what the year of the Ox got in store for us.

I came home early today. The husband worked from home, which was why I had no one to fetch me from the office. I arrived home and saw the nanny still cleaning up some area rugs. I suddenly remembered and asked if the help had found a replacement from their hometown.

She then told me that her stepmother would be the replacement. Ok, I was shocked to hear that. I pictured the stepmom to be, well, old. So I asked how old her stepmom is. She answered “30”. Wow! I am older than her stepmom.

Honestly sometimes I find it irritating when this 19-year-old nanny calls me “mommy!!!” imitating my little daughter. Now I understand where her confidence (to call me mommy) comes from. I am old enough to be her stepmom! Suddenly, I feel old.