It must have been the year 2000, or so. It doesn't matter exactly, but it was in Napster's heyday. I was imagining what it would be like to have a car, and what music I'd like to have coming out of the windows during the Summer. And because of the popularity of Aerodynamic on the radio, I was tempted to see what else Daft Punk had done. One quick download of One More Time, and I was in Virgin buying Discovery. I didn't buy much music when I was young, but when I did, I really listened to it. For that reason, Discovery (along with Hello Nasty) became one of my growing up albums. And Daft Punk has held a place in my heart since then.
Of course I listened to the earlier works, and I bought Human After All as soon as I knew it was out. Only recently did I discover that they had released a live album (Alive), and since I got it I haven't listened to anything else.
But that's just a small part of my life. There have been plenty of events since my last entry, and the build up to Christmas has hardly featured. I had another dinner party, which was more hectic than before, but it was good to say goodbye to people before most of them went away. The day after was Laura's birthday party, and it was wonderful to see loads of old friends again and meeting some new ones. I hadn't been bowling in years, and the alley they knew was fantastically cheap without being trashy.
Some people I met though, didn't have Facebook. I was suddenly at a loss on how to keep in communication with them. I thought about asking for a phone number, but I found myself not knowing them well enough to ask, and I should have. There's always next time though.
The next night was the C-Star final. I almost had a breakdown with the stresses that went on that night, but I pulled through. I must congratulate Amy, who despite coming second, gave the best performances (and was recognised by the judges for it). She made the evening worthwhile. The night didn't end there though, as I had to pick up Yunhae and her sister to take her to Stansted airport, and I dropped Stephanie home on the way as well. For those of you who know, Stansted is a long way away, but it gave me and Yunhae a chance to catch up. Which was good fun. At this point, I'd been awake for something like twenty hours, seeing as I had taken Kiana to Heathrow that morning. And I'd only had four hours sleep the night before.
But instead of going home, I went to Cocoa's place and watched her pack, before collapsing on her (small) bed, which already had some people on it. It led to an amusing situation where three people were trying to sleep on a bed just big enough for one, and I had either feet in my face of on my neck. But I was tired enough not to notice. But we awoke after an hour and a half of unrestful slumber to take Cocoa to the airport, and then to drop her friends home. In all, including the Heathrow bowling alley, I'd been to an airport four times in 36 hours, and had barely left my car in that time. My car is filthy.
It isn't over, as I picked Yunhae and her sister up a few days later, and I'm taking her to Luton later tonight. It's a holiday marathon for her.
The last few nights have had a wonderful fog descending on Wimbledon. It's made visibility close to zero. Today it didn't leave during the day, so I suspect it'll only be stronger when night falls completely. I also found a wonderful article in the Times about how an old phone just won't die. The article is about my phone's successor, the 6310i (the 'i' means that it is fuel injected). I never got this phone, it just wasn't different enough from my then current phone, the 6210e. But the article covers all the reasons why I love my current phone, which is again the 6210e. Simple, long battery life (it alleges three days, but I know for a fact that mine lasts five), good sound quality, tactile buttons, comfortable in the hand and light.
I might have to get a Flickr Pro account soon. The 200 photo limit has me losing old photos that I find I suddenly need. In the same vein, I had rediscovered my love of drawing, and have starting sketching in charcoal again. One particular sketch was used as a Christmas present.
I went for an interview yesterday. It was an epic undertaking, as in everyone there going for the position was waiting there for up to six hours, doing tests and writing reports. After the effort I put in, I'd better get the damn job. I have been delayed in getting paid for a while, and while I have money for the mean time, I need more. But prognosis positive.
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