I dreamed a dream -- T440p trackpoint commemorative edition

Background

Well, I have gone full retard and broke my trackpoint. I have decided to write a song to commemorate this occasion.

This is a serious first world problem. The only thing that's malfunctioning on my T440p is the trackpoint.

To be perfectly fair, this is not the most serious mishap that I have experienced. I remember tearing cables from a CPU fan when I was 7 or 8. The CPU was a Pentium MMX (possibly 133MHz or 166MHz, more likely to be 166MHz). That computer was my family's only computer. They went to medical school. They don't have degrees in computer science. So my family computers were offline for quite a few days. It was understandable that my parents got quite upset. Computers were rare and expensive back in those days. The CPU fan cable was eventually soldered back on by a family friend.

The reason I find this whole thing ironic/comedic is because I really love my T440p. The right corner of my keyboard bezel was cracked during my trip to York. Normally I wouldn't have cared about this kind of things, however this is my T440p. It is an important machine. So I decided to use my own initiative to remedy the situation, by replacing the whole bezel.

In the end this whole thing back fired, very badly. It appears that one of the pin (possibly the ground pin) of the Trackpoint connector on the motherboard was bent / damaged. So the Trackpoint causes the cursor to float everywhere. The only way to make the laptop usable is to disable Trackpoint in the EFI. This is very ironic, isn't it? I hate trackpad a lot. My trackpad is normally disabled. Now I have to do it the other way round.

I suppose this whole events tells me that I am still who I am, and I haven't changed much, despite everything happened in since I left my secondary school.

The actual song

Please follow the melody in the actual I dreamed a dream.


My version:

There was a time when Thinkpads were kind
When their keyboards were soft
And their displays inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the Trackpoint was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in times gone by
When ergonomics was high
And keyboard worth typing
I dreamed, that trackpoint would never die
I dreamed that connectors would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid
And ideas were made and used and wasted
There was no components to be paid
No operating system un-run,
no WINE needed

But the fat-fingers come at night
With their forces soft as thunder
As they tear your connector apart
As they turn your trackpoint to trash

He tossed the trackpoint by my side
He filled my days with endless pain
He took my trackpoint in his stride
But he was gone when touchpad came
And still I dream trackpoint'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are damages we cannot repair

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The trackpoint I liked
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Original version:

There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung
No wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed
Fantine, Les Miserable


And now I feel happy.