Bedshaped

For all the friends who love and care for me (of which I am fortunate for), I have arrived in Ann Arbor, MI, USA and am coping OK. There are just tens of things I have to take care between last week and the few months to come, and sorry if I haven’t gotten in touch with you. It doesn’t mean that I don’t care, I just couldn’t find the time.

The past week I have been waking up out of a cheap airbed (that I have to inflate every night, but will return in a few days), attending orientation sessions I don’t quite need, picking up hundred of names I could never remember, looking through craigslist, half.com and amazon for items I need, trying to negotiate and compromise with the new roommate (who always give me deja vu to remembering DY and how bad housemates we were back in the day), getting groceries and logistics settled, and trying to have fun while doing all that.

There’s just too much going on in my life right now. How about a song?

Many’s the time I ran with you down
The rainy roads of our old town
Many the lives we lived in each day
And buried all together
Don’t laugh at me
Don’t look away

You’ll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped and legs of stone
You’ll knock on my door
And up we’ll go
In white light
I don’t think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know

I know you think I’m holding you down
And I’ve fallen by the wayside now
And I don’t understand the same things as you
But I do

Don’t laugh at me
Don’t look away

You’ll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped, two legs of stone
You’ll knock on my door
And up we’ll go
In white light
I don’t think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know

ahahaa ahahaa ahahaa ahahaa(Choir)

ooooohhhhhhhh
And up we’ll go
In white light
I don’t think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know

Backup your pictures

… Or you’ll end up like me. I’ve lost pictures from that NUS clubbing at Zouk, I’ve lost the ones with Elke and Juan, with Gina, Weiru and Jiahao, with Yingli and 4A peeps. I am so friggin’ angry right now!

update: (1.30am) I’ve run demo version of PhotoRescue as recommended from Thomas Hawk in his blog. I can see zouk pictures, whoo!

Ok apparently the Vivo pictures with Elk and Juan are still in the 2GB CF, haven’t been downloaded yet. Everything else should be recovered in no time. Fuck overwriting.

For the bookworm junkies…

I received an email from bookswim.com a few days ago. Apparently this book rental version of Netflix is now up and running!

So to all bookworms out there, fire away! Only $19.99 a month for a 3-book rental.

Hitting the brick wall

Frankly I don’t feel like I’m enjoying my vacation back home at all. My dad is always breathing down my neck, forcing coaxing me to learn in the store and to drive as safe as an 80-year-old granny. The weather is still too warm and humid.

There’s not exactly any form of entertainment in Cirebon. The only solace I find is in browsing through stores after stores online and noting down prices of camera lenses.

I can’t help thinking that my dad thinks that I’m an unfilial son who overspends his money on cameras all the time, and might just drive him bankrupt one day.

I’m sub-traumatized these days. Like, I can be driving around in USA and suddenly there’s a voice in my head going “You’re a 20-year-old man. Stop whining. Slow down… intersection ahead. Turn left. Where’s your directional signal? Left! I said left! Watch the motorbike! You stupid! Stupid!”

One week I am away from my computer, and I hear the new model of iMacs and Mac Minis are out, Fake Steve Jobs has been caught (I still love you, Dan Lyons! Much peace and love), I have 2000 posts awaiting to be read in my feed list – or to be deleted, and wait for it, I am still stuck with a dial up connection. Arg!

Better focus on getting moolah for a new iMac and some lenses. And maybe reorganize the files in this piece of junk they call laptop.