Memories

I want to write this down for historical purposes. I was just digging around some old files of mine, from the days when my primary PC was an 80386. One of the files in the root directory was called BONE with a timestamp of June 15, 1996, 10:43 PM. I remember downloading this file on that evening. My family was preparing to fly to Hong Kong for the summer, and the NBA Finals between the Bulls and the Sonics was going on. I was getting in some last minute web surfing (on 14.4k dialup, of course), and I found the lyrics to a popular song at the time, “Crossroads” by Bone Thugs-n-Harmony. Due to the last minute nature of my surfing, I hastily saved the file in the root directory, and it’s been there to this day.

My 386 is no longer operational, but I still have mirrors of the original files and folder structure on the two 40 megabyte hard drives that I had.

Ah, memories!

Up Late

I love staying up late. The late night world is so much different from the daytime world. It is quiet and peaceful, and time seems to stand still. I eat a late night meal. I do the dishes, and clean the kitchen. I hear the rubber-to-asphalt sound of the occasional car passing by.

It’s very interesting, my staying up late. It seems that no matter how hard I try to sleep and wake up early, I eventually revert to staying up into the early morning hours. I mentioned in my previous post that I stopped working for three years. Although at the time I felt shame for not working, I sometimes look back at those times with fondness. Those were times when I would stay up late all the time and watch Adult Swim on Cartoon Network. Lupin the 3rd, to be specific. Sometimes I would drive out to Jack in the Box to get myself a late night meal to enjoy while watching the show. Afterwards, I would play Star Trek: Armada II until the wee morning hours. Ah, those were the days.

Tonight, I am reliving a little bit of that time. Something else which brings me comfort is knowing that my loved ones are soundly asleep. Back then, it was my mother and sister. Now, it is my wife. Somehow, by staying awake, I feel like I am protecting them. I feel very happy that they are around me. I think about them while I do the dishes.

Today I looked at airfare and hotel for 3 weeks of travel to Hong Kong. The cheapest fare was $3,000.00. Ouch. The past few years I have been returning to Hong Kong in the summer, but perhaps I will not do so this time around. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket.

That’s all for now. See you later.