A little over 120 hours ago, my house was broken into. Among some of the things that were burgled was my Fujitsu S2020 laptop.
The thing is, it wasn't just a laptop. No, it was a lot more than that.
It was where I spent countless hours with my roommate Chewy 2 years ago, building our dream houses and families, indulging in our control freak tendencies through Sims 2.
It was the laptop that I wept over while typing my various assignments at the very last minute.
It was a medium through which I shared my joys and sorrows with friends and family through the likes of MSN and Yahoo Messanger... It helped me through bouts of homesickness and bleak moments of loneliness a student studying half the world away from Malaysia.
Its my only source of music and entertainment in the long winters at Marjon. Nothing like Enya when you're trying to sleep and Garbage playing on the background while you're trying to read books written by the likes of someone with the name of Zoltan Dornyei.
It's my Picasa album full of pictures of friends and family. Pictures that capture moments that can never be relived. Pictures of travels and adventures to foreign lands, or just pictures of a friend when she was still alive.
It was the video player that allowed me to view the footage of Odil, Alvin, Doreen, Nick, Raymond, Allen, Bansi and me having fun at the food fight we had last Christmas. And all the other footages of us, well, just being us.
It was my degree. A whole year's worth of thinking and brainstorming ideas for my dissertation. Months worth of research, interviews conducted through chat and quotations from books that I thought was bad enough to go through the first time, but now have to read through again.
Has anyone ever read 'The Little Prince' by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry?
That part where the prince talks about the rose, *his* Rose, rings true:
"You're lovely, but you're empty," he went on. "One couldn't die for you. Of course an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than you altogether, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass. Since she's the one I sheltered behind a screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except for two or three for butterflies). Since's she the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose."
Just like the rose, anyone else would think that it's just an ordinary laptop.
But to me its not. It's MY laptop.
Its the laptop I've painstakingly where I painstakingly sorted the files. Just the way I like.
It's that same one that I panicked over and called just about everyone I know from a few different continents in tears to help sort out, just because I had unwittingly pressed the num lock button.
The same one I routinely run a full system virus scan and ad aware programme every Sunday, and the one that I have to leave alone for hours to defragment.
The one that I would carefully put the foam thingy between the keyboard and screen, the very one that I would wince in pain if it got scratched.
All those years of love and experiences. My laptop has been with me through it all.
And now it's not.
And it's left a gaping hole in my heart where it used to be.
I believe that its the BEST laptop that Fujitsu ever made. Given the choice of ANY other laptop, I'd still go for my Fujitsu S2020.
*SIGH*
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