Today, I wrote a
mental death certificate for my external hard drive. Well, unless it chooses to
resurrect one day. That will make things complicated, but part of me secretly
hopes that that day will come.
The worst part is
this: I had chosen to reformat my computer just a day before the tragedy, and
have yet to transfer most of my documents back onto my computer. In the process
of doing so, my computer died on me too! It showed a screen saying 'Automatic Repair
couldn’t repair your PC'. I was beyond devastated. But that's another story all
on its own.
I am a visual
person. What that means is that when I am shown something, I have a higher
tendency of remembering it. Every now and then, I would browse through my
photos and reminisce the past. The reason I said that is because I lost ALL
photographs ever since my first digital one, with no other backup copies. Of
course, there are also the more important stuff like my assignments, but losing
photographs is almost equal to having my memory fail me.
I refuse to accept
this reality but I don't think I have an option anymore. Tonight, I should
mourn for the passing on of my virtual memory.
