"Cup-per!"
"What a perfect idiot."
"I mean.. come on!"
"Did you.. really.. do that?"
"That's pathetic. I mean really, pathetic."
And the classic,
"You're just really stupid."
I've been called so much and much more in praise. And many times, I've forcefully rebelled against any slurs on my mental abilities (despite knowing deep down that the only person I can never beat hollow in a test for Forgetfulness and Absentmindedness Quotient is myself). But today, I'm going to personally accept every scathing remark that Oscar Wilde, Jonathan Swift, Mark Twain and P. G. Wodehouse ever made on Forgetfulness and Absentmindedness. Gracefully.
What happens, I mean, what can happen when you have to shift the entire contents of your computer to another one? It's not very different from moving houses; you discover some incredible memories, really, really old, forgotten things tucked away in boxes and boxes locked with time. But if you have neurons that scatter like millions of ping-pong balls down the Niagara Falls, disappearing forever into the depths of uselessness whenever you are faced with a suspiciously simple task: Ctrl+A, Ctrl+X, Ctrl+V and then Ctrl+Del, you're very close to letting loose your bungee jumping cord.
Because if you're me, you'll copy the shortcuts and permanently delete the root directories, thinking they've already been copied.
And when Windows mocks you by popping a message on your screen saying, "I'm searching for your directory called 'Stuff'. And if you want to locate it yourself, be my guest. Or click Browse. Any which way, you're screwed, baby." You see Windows cruelly rotating a faux torch all around the message box, as if to tell you how hard it's trying. Yeah, you know you're screwed.
You feel shock dropping its anchors down deep inside you, when the entirety of what you've lost hits you. It's at these times when your heart doesn't seem to matter as an organ, because the full force of everything is taken by.. yes, your stomach. It just really, really hits you.
Then you listen to godforsaken, teenybopper songs like So Yesterday by Hilary Duff (yeah, I know) and feel worse when she sings, "I'm just a bird that's already flown away.."
This has happened to me before. I've lost data because I haven't made back-ups, and you'd think I learnt something. I thought I'd learnt something. Apparently, "At least not today, not today, not today.."
I've lost some really beautiful, heart-breaking, lovely things today. These two things helped me to a fair extent, and I'd like to share them with you. I'm positive you won't be as incredibly dense as me, but these will be helpful if your anchor drops too.
Recuva - helps recover (some) deleted files, even if they're not in the Recycle Bin any longer.
Xmarks - saves your internet bookmarks to an online profile.
Take care.
"What a perfect idiot."
"I mean.. come on!"
"Did you.. really.. do that?"
"That's pathetic. I mean really, pathetic."
And the classic,
"You're just really stupid."
I've been called so much and much more in praise. And many times, I've forcefully rebelled against any slurs on my mental abilities (despite knowing deep down that the only person I can never beat hollow in a test for Forgetfulness and Absentmindedness Quotient is myself). But today, I'm going to personally accept every scathing remark that Oscar Wilde, Jonathan Swift, Mark Twain and P. G. Wodehouse ever made on Forgetfulness and Absentmindedness. Gracefully.
What happens, I mean, what can happen when you have to shift the entire contents of your computer to another one? It's not very different from moving houses; you discover some incredible memories, really, really old, forgotten things tucked away in boxes and boxes locked with time. But if you have neurons that scatter like millions of ping-pong balls down the Niagara Falls, disappearing forever into the depths of uselessness whenever you are faced with a suspiciously simple task: Ctrl+A, Ctrl+X, Ctrl+V and then Ctrl+Del, you're very close to letting loose your bungee jumping cord.
Because if you're me, you'll copy the shortcuts and permanently delete the root directories, thinking they've already been copied.
And when Windows mocks you by popping a message on your screen saying, "I'm searching for your directory called 'Stuff'. And if you want to locate it yourself, be my guest. Or click Browse. Any which way, you're screwed, baby." You see Windows cruelly rotating a faux torch all around the message box, as if to tell you how hard it's trying. Yeah, you know you're screwed.
You feel shock dropping its anchors down deep inside you, when the entirety of what you've lost hits you. It's at these times when your heart doesn't seem to matter as an organ, because the full force of everything is taken by.. yes, your stomach. It just really, really hits you.
Then you listen to godforsaken, teenybopper songs like So Yesterday by Hilary Duff (yeah, I know) and feel worse when she sings, "I'm just a bird that's already flown away.."
This has happened to me before. I've lost data because I haven't made back-ups, and you'd think I learnt something. I thought I'd learnt something. Apparently, "At least not today, not today, not today.."
I've lost some really beautiful, heart-breaking, lovely things today. These two things helped me to a fair extent, and I'd like to share them with you. I'm positive you won't be as incredibly dense as me, but these will be helpful if your anchor drops too.
Recuva - helps recover (some) deleted files, even if they're not in the Recycle Bin any longer.
Xmarks - saves your internet bookmarks to an online profile.
Take care.
Oh Vini. Just give me all your stuff, won't you? I'll keep it all away safely and never peek.
ReplyDeleteOr just buy a frickin' external hard drive! You can't keep doing this to yourself!
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ReplyDeleteAnd because I'm trying to be all macho and hard-hearted now (and because I am prone to feeling EXTREMELY shy sometimes) I'll say this here-- I'm glad we talked today. It was looong overdue for what, 3 months?
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Peach! I know! Seriously, it felt really, really good to talk with you tonight.
ReplyDeleteWell, let's just say that I'm back listening to some super-amazing music (Joe Satriani - Secret Prayer:) and I've learnt my lesson. It sucks to know I've lost so much, but it's gone now, and there's nothing I can do about it - except be mega-cautious next time. If I ever have to do the shifting-moving thing again, I'll go back and read this post and your comment to remind myself :D
I am speechless. :O
ReplyDelete"You feel shock dropping its anchors down deep inside you, when the entirety of what you've lost hits you."
ReplyDeleteOMG I'm sooo sorry, that's horrible. I have a good friend who lost all her data once, her whole harddrive, and she's a writer, so she lost all her poetry and stories and photos. It's the worst.
*hugs*
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JAG
Yeah, Ryan. So was I. When you've been as stupid as that, there really is nothing left to say, even to yourself.
ReplyDeleteOh. My umm.. god. Did that really happen, JAG? This was nowhere nearly as worse as what happened to your friend. Gosh, that's a proper kick to the guts, losing all that stuff. It is the worst, damn. How did she cope with that kind of a loss?