Technology, in particular information technology, exists in our lives because they are supposed to augment our daily ongoing routines. In my context, it will be more for work and play. I am convinced that my computers are very much alive as I am because they chose the weirdest hours to go on a strike.

First it was the drivers that were impossible to find on Sony’s VAIO website. It was only through the technician that I realize the mysterious hidden recovery partition can only be activated by pressing incessantly on F10 when it boots up. It was only half way through the automated recovery when I am cognizant of the emails I ought to back up before being trigger happy on the recovery tool.

I have to email Prof. Anthony just to get another password regenerated. And he just did, at the wee hours of a boring Thursday morning.

Next, being uptight about the archives and archives of outlook mailbox files I hadn’t backed up, I searched frantically for data recovery tools which might be helpful to jump start the already deleted files on my external drive. I am keeping my fingers crossed that the files are in good shape, albeit not pinning high hopes on this.

There you see, my week of supposedly filled with studying and mugging ended up being a sleep deprived self-technician fixing two computers simultaneously. Even the dual core processors don’t help.

The most ironic part of this entire saga: both of them are branded Vista.