I woke up looking forward to a lazy Sunday, hopefully able to spend quiet time in prayer, watching all the videos I downloaded the past week, "playing" and experimenting in the kitchen (this being the only day in the week when I can "practice" cooking - yep, hopefully to prepare myself for my future job as homemaker), having lunch and laughing with my family (as in every Sunday)...
Alas, things can't just happen our way all the time, eh?
I slept in a bit, woke up, then immediately checked the videos I downloaded last night, saw that my mac practically worked in slow motion, so I did a hard, long press on the power button to shut it down. Of course, the whole drama started right after - I turned it back on but it wouldn't budge. All I could see was a white blank space, it wouldn't move from there. I could still here the startup sound, but it was just that - darn. Something was wrong. Something was very very wrong.
This is exactly what happened to my sisters' macs at one point in their existence - I couldn't and didn't want to believe it, but it just happened to me.
My mac crashed - my heart just felt its pain just the same. I was mourning for both immediately after.
I was very happy after my sister affirmed how she thought I seemed to be very calm about the whole thing. True. I knew my mac crashing was beyond me. It was my bad - I probably exhausted the life out of my mac the past weeks - all day work with me at the office, and I had it work overtime overnight downloading my favorite TV series.
All I could think of was that I hope I backed up my files right last Wednesday - using the time machine application of my Leopard OS.
Praying, praying, praying.
Pray with me, loyal blog?
