there is an universal law: as things get old, they start losing qualities and causing trouble. exceptions are whisky and wine, for they get better with age, although young or new, they show a wide potential to cause trouble.

this to say that my computer decided to cause trouble again. this time it was serious, too fucking serious though: my hard-disk went comatose. it's still on stasis, but the doctor believes it to be dead. no problem, got a new one already, and as you read this my old laptop is already running on it's new disk - which has ore one-hundred gigabytes of space than the previous one. took us (read him) several hours to get it all working, operative system, software, hacks and all. so everything is okay. almost. all the data on the previous disk is lost for good. there was a lot of rubbish on it, true, but i could also find there six years of my life in movies, pictures, musics, projects and words. thousands of words, scattered across never-finished shortstories, drafts, scattered ideas. all lost when the countless zeros and ones that the magnetic disks held went blank.

well. it happens and no point in crying about it now. i don't know whether it is possible to recover any data on the old hard-disk or not, so... whoever has some stuff written by me (i remember i shared a couple of drafts and shortstories), or even musics (shared loads of these), please give me a buzz.