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My Father Is A Farmer

..and we work work work the day away.

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Ding

Skew it mang my powerbook's shot.

Just Kill Me!

I got it a week before I left for Dublin. Uh.. September 2003. (Whoa was it that long ago?)

It didn't live to see its third birthday. It survived an
encounter with Mr. Perfect Pint, it survived numerous tumbles and falls, but it gave up in the end. Cause of death.. unknown.

Fuck man. I'm bloody pissed, I really am.

It just refused to work one morning. It was making weird noises. Strange sounds. Eek eek eek. Chweet chweet. Kinda like a pig in labour. I panicked. And it was a panic like never before.

Fuck man.

Shite. I realised I can't really function without my (up till now) trusted, faithful powerbook.

I'm on the sister's computer, and everytime I reach for a blog link/a photo/a file/a song/a porno, it hits me.

Realisation dawns.

IT'S IN MY POWERBOOK AND I CAN'T FUCKING GET TO IT.

Sorry. Quite angsty.

Wanna know the clincher? I don't have most of it backed up.

Smart huh?

Thank fuck my hospital/patient records are safely backed up in the PDA.. and my songs are in the iPod. If I had lost my hospital/patient records, I'd be so screwed it won't even be funny. Need them to finish a portfolio due next month.

But.

Photos.. Years and years worth of photos.. Being the closet senti bitch that I am, it hurts. It does. And I don't know for sure if I'll be able to recover any data from the powerbook.

Took it to the shop. After an hour of disbelief and ridicule from Mr. Apple Service Boy (HAH? You mean you never back up your things? How can? Why?) (Why is the keyboard so like that? Why a few buttons missing?), he helpfully concluded that the hard disk might be fried. Or it might be a virus. Or a program incompatiblity-conflict thingamajig.

Thanks la, right.

Now I gotta look for someone else with a Mac so I can use firewire mode and convert the powerbook into an external hard disk, in hope of salvaging some shit at least.

Long story, don't care to explain.

Shite shite shite.

Please work. Please. Please.

  1. Blogger Chin Kian | 11/7/06 10:03 AM |  

    sorry to hear about your Mac. Ceh everyone tells me how good is a Mac...konon

    can try take the internal hd out and connect it to an external enclosure. that is if your laptop refuses to act as external hd

  2. Blogger Marvin | 12/7/06 12:05 AM |  

    haha ck, you seem to miss the part about mr perfect pint, numerous tumbles and falls..

    yea, that should work if the hd is not fried

  3. Blogger tsh | 12/7/06 1:27 AM |  

    yeah macs are good.. if only i hadn't abused mine, it'll still be perfect i suspect..

    no idea how to open it up though.. man this sucks.

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