The following post first appeared on Sheylara.com on August 19, 2004.
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On Monday, I was recording my song when I accidentally kicked my computer.
It wasn’t a violent kick. More like a nudge, really.
Instantly, the computer shut itself down and there was this scary sizzling sound with occasional sparks, sounding like the sparklers children play with during Chinese New Year except much louder.
After 786 hours of very loud sizzling (actually it lasted only about a minute but it felt like a lifetime because I thought the PC was going to explode in my face), it suddenly stopped sizzling and then a smell of burning rubber wafted through the air.
My first reaction was: F**K.
You must excuse my extreme display of emotion because my PC is as precious to me as any of my bodily organs (except my appendix because everyone knows it’s redundant, but, even so, I would still prefer very much to have it intact in my body).
After calming myself down, I tried to boot the computer up again but it just refused to get turned on, no matter how I stroked it or whispered sweet nothings at it.
I thought maybe something had come loose, so I checked all the plugs connected to the back of the CPU. More coaxing didn’t yield favourable results. I thought for sure the machine had gone into early retirement by incinerating itself.
And the following minutes were, like: MY PC IS DEAD! NOOOOOoooooo~!
Being a computer hardware idiot, I didn’t have the inclination to perform an autopsy, preferring instead to rely on the experts.
So I called upon the mighty, fearsome Dragon, who claims to like eating women (possibly more than chicken), but who kindly agreed not to eat me if I promised to introduce him to Selina (of Taiwanese pop trio S.H.E.) when I become famous.
He very nicely agreed to fit me into his very busy schedule of chomping distressed damsels, despite not being able to eat me.
Mission: Ressurect Sheylara’s Comptuer was a total success!
Dragon discovered that the plug had come loose on this power regulator thing which I swear I didn’t even know existed (even though it was probably lying amidst the jungle of snaking cables next to the CPU).
And, suddenly, this mysterious, ethereal voice spoke to me in a very melodramatic manner: “You have come of age, my child. Stand tall and bear your mark of pride well, for, truly, you are now a certified bimbo!”
Well, who cares, anyway.
My PC is not dead and I didn’t get eaten and I am back online! That’s all that matters.
What’s more, I found 10 cents while taking the picture above. Check out the left edge of the picture.
Here’s a closer look.
Blogging pays! Literally!