Silver raindrops fall
As lovers embrace goodbye
Dog howls mournfully
The Soul Of A New Machine
I finished migrating all (I hope) of my data from Selene, my personal Thinkpad X22, to Ilsa, my new office Thinkpad T60. The migration itself was rather painless but then again, I’ve done it quite a few times already.
So far everything seems to be running well and I don’t seem to be missing any data. But to be sure, I’ll be monitoring the data next week before I completely sanitize the copy on Selene. We don’t want anyone finding incriminating evidence now, do we?
I actually much prefer carrying and using the smaller and lighter Selene but I’ll be lending her to a dear friend of mine who will be going to the US for a month. He doesn’t have a notebook and being the nice person that I am I volunteered to lend him one. Hahaha.
I, of course, I have another, more pragmatic, reason. I’m again dabbling into software development and the X-series was not really designed for such things. The T-series, on the other hand, is a real problem-solving, number-crunching, data-processing machine so it should help things go faster.
Badminton Day
My sister Elwyna and I joined James and Edong for badminton today. James and Edong played with some of the regulars while Elwyna and I who were newbies at this practiced swinging the racket and hitting– or more like not hitting– the shuttlecock. It was newbies’ practice but we still got quite a workout– mainly from picking up the shuttlecock. I was experimenting with using the racket with my left hand and I was surprised at the amount of control I was able to exert. I think I’ll stick with with my left and once I refine control, I’ll work on power. Then on to actually playing. Looking forward to more badminton days in the coming weeks.
Hangover
Got wasted last night. So wasted I puked (haven’t in years). So wasted I got a hangover this morning. I think it was the chicken. Yes, definitely it was the chicken.
Black
by Pearl Jam
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul as the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
And all I taught her was everything
I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I’m surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
And twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I will be
I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life, I know you’ll be a star
In somebody else’s sky, but why, why, why
Can’t it be, why can’t it be mine?