ramblings, basically.

Once upon a time, there lived this girl who thought she was an optimist. She always knew what things to say to cheer people up. Or at least, most of the time. One day, her computer decided to break down. Her brother would then blame her for deleting the infected files because some of them could be essential for the computer (ie Windows files). However, she knew that it was not right to leave the infected files in the computer or it would cause worse outspread of the virus.

When her computer broke down, she was devastated. What was she gonna do without her computer? It's one thing needed for life to go on! She constantly bugged her brother to save the computer. However, in order for him to attempt to save it, it requires him to reformat the entire hard disk. Both hard disks. (One of which is an external hard disk.) Despite the loss of her important notes and powerpoint slides in her computer, she was feeling alright as it seemed as though her brother was making some progress.

Horrors of all horrors, it suddenly dawned upon her that she had Simple Plan videos in the computer. If they were MTVs or other videos easily available on the net, it would not have mattered as they could be downloaded again. But no, they were videos of them she took at their gig only 2 weeks ago! The loss felt like a sword piercing her heart. She was desperate. She only wanted her "I Believe In A Thing Called Love" cover they had sang. That was all. She felt as though the slightest wish could not be fulfilled. It was too large for her to share them with her friends as it would take all day. And, she had obviously deleted it off her camera's memory card.

Feeling more depressed than ever, she began smsing two people. One of whom, at the expense of continuous sending of overseas message. What the heck, she has already exceeded her sms limit anyway. The other, even though they lived a storey apart, it did not strike her that she could use the telephone or any other measures to contact her. After several messages being sent and received, this little girl suddenly realised how pessimistic she is.

Her thoughts: She lost her live videos, which can never be found anywhere. Videos clear enough to see certain members walking across the stage, etc. Audio clear enough to hear every instrument, especially with crowd noise reduced somehow.

Others' thoughts: At least the videos she had taken weren't GREAT. At least she was there.

She woke up the next morning and felt better. But, of course, she still wants her computer back. And it can only be salvaged if she brought it to the computer shop to have it repaired. Which means she'll have to wait for her brother to be back the next day (He's having night duty).

======The End======

Funny isn't it? While I thought it was bad for me to lose low quality videos, people thought at least i didn't have that great quality ones or I'd be even worse off. While I continued thinking that I'd feel better if I didn't take the videos, because I wouldn't feel that great at the loss of it. But in actual fact, since I was there, and I had it for a while, which means I did have multiple playbacks after the gig, it had to mean something.

Yes, I'm such a pessimist. No prizes for guessing whose story was being narrated above. In the meantime, I'll just have to keep using my cousin's computer.

posted by sh @ 4:23 pm