I was browsing through my blogs @weebly when I suddenly had the urge to view my previous blogs at Friendster. I clicked on the link and was surprised to see that the page is unavailable. Thinking it may be a network glitch, I tried refreshing the page for a couple of times to no avail. Until it finally came to me that Friendster Blogsite does not exist anymore.
Damn it. I had used Friendster blogs since I started, well, blogging in 2002. I had perhaps a hundred of so much fun, crazy, emotional and even freaky entries back there.
I sent an email to the Friendster Team (admin) in high hopes that I would be helped out to get a chance to retrieve my blogs and the reply was:
Friendster Team: We're sorry but we can no longer retrieve old blogs. We gave you a chance to export them as early as April. You should have exported it then.
Shocked as I was with Friendster Team's "blaming" answer to my plea, my reply was: Hell yeah???!! How come I didnt even receive a notification email that the site was finally crashing for good? Don't you guys even have a heart to help your loyal users like me who had used your site for almost 7 years in each and every emotional outpour I had? What about all the memories I saved on that blog site? Doesn't anyone among your team know something not-so -technical called "back-up"?
I was like "crying over spilled milk". I didn't know what to do and I felt so devastated. Felt like a significant part of me was forcefully taken away from me.
D E L E T E D.
So today, I learned that I cannot trust anything or anyone to back me up and that I always have to be responsible for my own stuff. Nothing is really permanent.
Another lesson learned- the hard way. Ouch!!!
And for one thing, I so hate you Friendster!
What makes me happy?
People. Everyone around me who believes and inspires me.
Life itself is a happy experience. The world is a happy place.
I had my own share of struggles, life was not easy for us back then but my Dad taught me how to believe in myself, work hard , be kind and to be strong. He inspired me to go out of my comfort zone. He used to tell me that the possibilities in life are endless and so I believed him.
l Iost him quite a few years ago but he has left me with so much inspiration to follow my dreams - to visit places I have only dreamt of or have seen in the movies when I was little and to do things I thought were only for the privileged few.
Wherever I go, I always remember my Dad, wishing he could see me from afar and somehow be proud of me as I have always been so proud of him. Life is short and I promised him that I would make the most of mine.
Travelling makes me happy and in all other things, I choose happiness. We all should- always..