Musings from a Crashed System

Recap: My laptop had a system crash and needed to be restored to its factory settings meaning farewell to all the files -both personal and business files plus programs that I have added in the span of a year. Vista was the only one in my computer.

Needless to say that it was all because of a vista service pack update.

Here goes me- being a contemplative in daily life....hehehe whatever you might want to call this.

I was talking to a friend on the phone telling her that I had a stomach ache maybe from all the tension that I felt for my laptop's sudden problems. I said it was quite ironic that this should happen not because of a virus but because of an update. We all have an impression that an update is supposed to make the system better. It should improve the capacity of the software to be more usable. In fact, I am no stranger to vista or even HP signaling that there is a new software update and that I need to restart to install it. There had not been any problem until the last update two weeks ago.

I realized that sometimes some things that we thought are for the good can actually yield the opposite effect. It is like having a boyfriend. Though, you thought that you did everything for him and tried to please him, you still ended up being dumped. The usual line goes "How could you do this to me?" sob sob "Have I not been a good girlfriend? What did I do to deserve this?" more sob sob...

According to my friend, it was funny how I could have thought about that in the midst of my computer crisis. And I said..."That is really what I feel at this point."

I also felt empty since the laptop has been a source of virtually everything for me at this point(do not tell me you cannot relate to this.) It has been an entertainment system-my songs are in the music folder and my pictures are there, as well; a pensieve for memories - my journals and my pictures again and text messages; a communication center where I can reach those who are a thousand miles away; and lastly, my work station- need i say more? As I told another friend, it felt like losing a part of me. It is like sneaking in to the night and stealing my journal...

Anyway, I seem to be rambling...Btw, I have made up my mind. I am getting an external hard drive, and I will burn folders every week or month to a cd...