the day my brother stole my memory

just now, i got a shock when my laptop wouldn't start up.

(yes, i'm talking about my beloved fujitsu, who despite being chipped and ancient, has served me well for the past four years.)

so when the monitor kept freezing at a black screen that read "resuming windows...", i got worried.

i started and restarted my computer, but got stuck at the same display screen each time. before long, my worry turned into anxiety. the question of whether i have to fork out at least one thousand dollars to pay for a new laptop, kept flashing across my mind. i was blaming myself for incurring unnecessary expenses by going on a holiday in three weeks' time. i was thinking, "i should have saved the money for rainy days!"

finally, after six or seven tries, i was resigned to the potential death of my laptop, and sorry that the end was so abrupt. i didn't even had a chance to say goodbye!!! so i closed my eyes, and lamented in silence.

then i heard my brother at the door fumbling at the keys. i was prepared to announce to him the unfortunate news. then he came in, walked to my desk and said, "before you scream at me, i'm going to return you this..."

and there in a small crumbled paper, laid a green color chip. my one-gigabyte memory chip.