Tough Luck

Fuck. Crashed my own hard disk.

Obviously the 80GB sleek plate ain’t going to take another hard drop to the floor like the last time.

It’s got a life, and it has decided to stop slaving for my needs.

That block just sits on my table agitating me with disjoint calls of read failure every time I attempt to raid its contents.

And yes all substance and my clandestine resources are gone, just like that.

You think losing your thumb drive is painful?

I’ll show you how that distressing word spells in my dictionary.

Still I’m thankful to the supplier for Western Digital. They delivered a brand new piece just the very next day.

This is probably because I was freaking out over the phone the previous day before.

That was after I found out that I need to fork between S$1500 to S$3000 if I must recover my paralyzed baby by a third party.

The good news is, they will give me a 10 percent off my tab for any recovery services I engage.

The bad news though, my budget required at least a 90 percent off.

So now the newcomer gets extra watchful attention. Obviously sloppy fingers and a cluttered table will likely recreate the fateful situation.

Then my boyfriend called in the most unfortunate timing all the way from Australia.

Suddenly I remembered his unbearably neat little room in the West side of sun-drenched Singapore. Felt very motivated to pack my table after that.

And I packed at last after nearly two years, because I am inspired to.

Terribly inspired.