Cynthia’s mother is leaving, my mother is arriving. I think I need a holiday.
We all do something stupid, in the past. I can’t explain why the paranoid. I mean, those are just computer files and pictures and seemingly useless stuffs now that I am looking at them. But back then, I put a protective password to every single file, every zip file that archived a bunch of protected files. That was madness, paranoid, and stupid. I am desperate to retrieve an old Excel file, all of a sudden.
Till now, I am still trying to crack my brain for that password. I know it is somewhere. I shall call a hypnotist for help.
And in this digital pile of junk, I have uncovered more than I could remember, more than I want to remember. Documents of (failed) business venture, diary, love letters, hate letters, letters that have never been sent, countless gaming programs I attempted to create including something as absurd as a Viking game (it is actually quite a good asymmetric game from York, UK, I think) – it was supposed to be a game of me against the machine, baby! Life of a geek in solitude, used to be.
I wonder. Where did I manage to find time to do all these?
My world was pure in the beginning. Before I left Hong Kong, I listened to classical music most of the time. The first English pop song I fell in love was Madonna’s “Like a Prayer”. The first pop cassette I owned was “Like a Prayer”. Before Cynthia came to my world, I hardly watched any TV programs. Now, I am a …
How I love to watch American Idol! Another new season, another something to look forward to, another something to cry upon. There are already some eye candies whom I really like. Even that boy with altitude … I mean … gosh, where did they find these people from? Monday, “Dirt”, Tuesday, “Heroes”, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday “American Idol”, any day, “E!”, “[V]”. To top up the list, there are always Oprah and America’s Top Something.
TV has taken control of my life!
OK, I am still cracking my brain for that password. Cynthia’s mother is leaving, my mother is arriving. I think I need more PJs.
Don’t ask.