I finally got it up and running. I told my brother that something was wrong with the power box. He told me it's the mother board. I told him it's the power box. He told me to go get a new motherboard. I went to get a new mother board. ripped apart my computer, and assembled the parts like i was a kid playing lego blocks. I plugged switches and cards and wires and fans. I screwed, hammered and sweated in my room. And whilst on the msn messenger on my ibook, talking to my brother like he's some online helpdesk. I finally got everything in place. All those wires, and stuffs. Then Alywin called and asked to go out for coffee. I told him it was my moment of truth when i plugged in the power cable and switched the back of the CPU on. .. .. .. .. Ready, steady... my button pushed the bluish button at the front. .. .. .. nothing happens. I checked all the connections... .. .. nothing happens. I called my brother in Aust.. .. .. and after hours of tweeking it, nothing happened. I was hot. I went back to the computer shop with my entire CPU the next evening, and ask them to do a check. motherboard's in... chips are in... boards are in.. wires plugged in.. everything's in place.Turned on. .. .. .. nothing happened. "Maybe it's the powerbox? i meekly suggested. "Hokay, lets try".. the guy said. unscrewed the power box, and jagged in a new one. Pushed the power switch. .. .. .. It was the power box. My computer started up and running. I felt like an idiot.
I had to format my entire harddisk to install a new OS. Which meant that all my digital photos from since 2003 all wipped out. Strangely though, i wasn't very upset. I have no idea why. Strange. Even up till now. Maybe it's about letting go. Maybe i was happy that 1/2 my porn collection is now deleted and cleaned off from my system. I felt powerful. The digital photos that i had of friends and other events all wipped out. I also felt powerful. Strange feeling. Maybe wat Brad Pitt said in Fight Club really meant something. "What you own eventually ends up owning you". Think about the things we buy, our 'precious' clothes and jewels. my cameras, my darkroom, that hidden stash of marshmellow chocolates at the corner of my table. my negative collection. Maybe letting go of all my ideals will eventually lead to a better mindset in my life? And that because of the things we own that make us who we are, we then become lost from our own mind?
1 Comments:
At least something good sort of came out of it...
heee...
no worries lah, I'll give you my porn collection once I am back.
I am quiting!!!
Soon actually...heee
Its me your bro!!
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