To Mr Spielberg
On 2006-12-15 at 11:00 p.m.

I was surfing around looking for a new layout and came across this.

First thought that came into my mind, perfect.

I spent around two hours on this one. Quite easy because it's simple and I didn't bother making a new profile.

So I sent in the new layout and while checking through all the links to make sure everything worked, I thought, Hm, that was easy. Perhaps too easy. Then I realised what was tugging at me.

I left out my tagboad and hits counter.

DARN IT!

Shit, how do I get them back.

I already uploaded the new layout. There's no way Diaryland saves up the old layouts, even if it was only 10 minutes old.

I looked through my computer files looking for the codes of the tagboard and hits counter. Zilch...

Oh shit. I'm gonna have to start from zero again.

I racked my brain thinking if there's any way to salvage my 700 hits. I don't mind the tagboard. It's pretty active-less. I could get a new tagboard, but not the hits. I could start from 700 but it wouldn't have been exact. It just wouldn't feel the same...

BANG

It hit me like a book falling off the top shelf on my head.

I keep backups of everything on my iPod. Yes, call me paranoid for saving my files in four different hardwares. I'm glad I'm paranoid.

I salvaged my hits counter, but unfortunately, not my tagboard.

So let's have a moment of silence for my tagboard Version 2. It was a great tagboard. One that was always there for me and my readers. I shall think of you when I get a new one. You successor cannot replace you, I must admit, but I must move on.

I *heart* my tagboard.

But I prefer my hits counter.

And if only people start signing my guestbook (*stares at the reader who's reading this and didn't bother signing my guestbook*), I might feel the same way for it.

I hope you all enjoyed this entry.

Steven Spielberg should totally make a movie of what I went through just now. I know, you're reading this, Steve. Have your people call my people and we'll talk digits.

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