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Karma Police, Arrest This Boy Enero 29, 2009

Archivado en: Life — sharpreve @ 10:04 am
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While I’m being handcuffed by the Karma Police, who is arresting me for all the bad things I’ve done, thought, and not done since I was born, I’m starting to remember what I did last year.

 
I could start with the first day of January, when all I remember was watching some Asian Kung-Fu Generation video one moment, talking with a friend another moment, and then being called by my boss who told me I had to take the first bus in the morning the next day to start working. What a nice welcome the new year gave me.

 
January… what can I say about January? all I did was travelling three days a week to work for 12 hours straight, with a 15 minute lunchbreak in the same place I worked, being submerged in the deepest of depressions during the afternoon, when I asked myself if all my life was going to be like that, and feeling terribly happy and giving a shit about everything when I finally got home in the evening.
And the days I didn’t travel I just worked at home, unable to see my friends (except for one day, when we played Warcraft after a very very long time, and I won. That day was fun :) ).
 
I didn’t work much on February, but I can’t remember much of it either, just my birthday, studying for some final tests, and being very happy to step on university again.
 
I think March was quite good, we got back to the normal time (no more freaking hour shift) and the university courses began, bringing new shiny professors.
 
Even though the first days weren’t that good, April was fine, it got colder and Autumn appeared.
 
May was the month when I finally installed Ubuntu and actually used it, unlike my first attempts. The long walks in the cold at 8 AM to attend Computer Science and the long chats with friends afterwards were cool. But not everything was happiness, May also had one of the crappiest days I ever had.
 
June: lots of tests, lots of cold days, and probably lots of good times I don’t remember. Maybe I tried to make marshmallows.
 
And then the relaxing month came, July. Left my books and notebooks on their places till August and gave my brain a break. Friends came back to city and all was laughter and mirth.
 
And then August came to claim what I had to pay for feeling so well in July. Even though there were some very memorable days on this month, there also were incredibly sad ones. So good months just have at most 31 days, so it finally came to an end. Now that I think about it, my mood then was shown in my posts, or not… anyway, after studying a fucking lot about the Artificial Intelligence debate, the Computer Science final test was a total disappointment (nothing about AI after all).
 
September was sweeeet, that’s all I can say. Oh, and that my hard disk got formatted, again.
 
Study, study, tests, study, projects, and more study, that was all October and November were about. Maybe one day or another I had a little break and time to be with my friends, but that’s all. That doesn’t mean everything was terrible, just a bit exhausting. I enjoyed Operative Systems and Networks a lot, the teachers who came from Buenos Aires were très good, and Javier just rocks! and although I suffered a lot because of it, Vector Calculus was also memorable :)
And I shouldn’t forget working on the projects for Networks and Operative Systems with tha ladz, that was awesome.
 
And the last one, December, which went by at a beautifully slow step, and before leaving said “ok, here you are chap, you got a brand new year straight ahead”.

 
Chillions of other things happened, but I won’t write about them, I think not everything is blog-fodder, and it’s probably better to just remember them. Anyway, we have already arrived at the Karma Station, where I’ll be asked questions to be later judged.

 

Rivers Cuomo – I Was Scared Enero 12, 2009

Archivado en: Musique — sharpreve @ 12:31 pm
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Rivers escribió lo que me gustaría haber escrito a mí estos días, y al no poder encontrar las letras por ningún lado, las transcribí. (Hoy me dí cuenta que después de todo estaban en Weezerpedia, pero solamente las usé para completar lo que me faltaba).

 
In English
Rivers wrote what I would like to have written these days, and not being able to find the lyrics anywhere, I transcribed them. (Today I found out that they were at Weezerpedia after all, but I just used them to complete some parts I had miss).

 

 
I Was Scared

 
(Ohhh)
Listen to me
I’ve got to clear the air
there’s something I’ve held way down deep inside all these years
you always were a friend
you always trusted me
but now I must admit that I was not trustworthy

 
I let you down
I sold you out
I turned away
as you fell onto the ground

 
I was scared
and I was terrified
I was lost
and so I shied away

 
And I don’t know what I can do to make it up to you
I can’t turn back the clock, I can’t rewrite the book
but if I could, the end would be happy, you would be safe,
and I would be proud to look at you when I look you in the face

 
I let you down
I sold you out
I turned away
as you fell onto the ground

 
I was scared
and I was terrified
I was lost
and so I shied away

 
Though I loved you, I was so afraid
I could not think of anything to say
though I loved you, though I trusted you
though I needed you, I was so afraid
I was so afraid

 
and I promise that I’ll never ever do
the thing I did on that day when I acted like a fool
I might get my ass beat, my throat slit and my fingers hacked
but I’ll never miss another chance to watch my brother’s back
and I’ve got yours

 
I let you down
I sold you out
I turned away
as you fell onto the ground

 
I was scared
and I was terrified
I was lost
and so I shied away

 
I was scared
and I was terrified
I was lost
and so I let you down.

 

Teen Heroes – Find Me Enero 12, 2009

Archivado en: Musique — sharpreve @ 10:17 am
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Sigo con mi tarea de reconstruir las letras de esta banda que pocos conocen, pero que dió canciones muy buenas. Puede tener algunos errores, si los encuentran, por favor decirme :)

 
In English
I continue with my task of reconstructing the lyrics of this great but underrated band. You may find many errors, if you do so, please tell me :)

 

 
Find Me

I know the past, I’ve seen the future,
some are my friends and some are out to hurt me,
sometimes I feel like you know everything,
but if you knew then you would not desert me

 
I lost my life searching for you
I guess this place was just all to do,
maybe some day I’ll find a way,
a place to stay far away

 
you can’t believe me anymore,
or don’t you care?
if there’s a place that you’ll find me
then you know that I’ll wait for you there

 
when I didn’t know you showed me how
although it seems I don’t know right from wrong now,
if I figure out who made me love you
I’m gonna get him cause I didn’t want you

 
I lost my life searching for you
I guess this place was just all to do,
maybe some day I’ll find a way,
a place to stay far away

 
you can’t believe me anymore,
or don’t you care?
if there’s a place that you’ll find me
then you know that I’ll wait for you there

 
I lost my life searching for you
I guess this place was just all to do,
maybe some day I’ll find a way,
a place to stay far away

 
you can’t believe me anymore,
or don’t you care?
if there’s a place that you’ll find me
then you know that I’ll wait for you there

 
if you find me let me know,
I’ll be waiting till you go,
I can’t see too far away
you’ll be waiting there some day

 
if you find me let me know,
I’ll be waiting till you go,
I can’t see too far away
but I know that I’ll wait for you there.

 

The World Has Turned and Left Me Here Enero 12, 2009

Archivado en: Life — sharpreve @ 9:46 am

Mucho es lo que se podría decir de mi reciente y más-corto-de-lo-que-esperaba viaje a Buenos Aires, pero mi estado no me lo permite (dormí muy poco, y me levanté a las 8 de la mañana).

 
La ida
El día del viaje dormí solamente una hora, tomé un té, y partí hacia la casa de Franco, y de ahí a la terminal. El micro salió con algo de retraso, y nos fue a tocar sentarnos junto a un tipo para nada agradable (a quien empezamos a llamar The Boogeyman) que emitía emanaciones sulfurosas con cierta regularidad y constantemente nos tiraba miradas furtivas, no sé si para que nos callásemos o simplemente porque era raro.

 
La llegada
Una vez en Retiro, ya desde el vamos me di cuenta de mi ignorancia, tenía que ir esquivando gente con un bolso bastante pesado (aunque no tan pesado como a la vuelta) y tratando de no perder de vista a Franco, porque no tenía ni la mínima idea a dónde íbamos. El primer viaje en subte (de esta visita a Capital) no fue muy distinto a lo que pasó antes, aunque agregando algunas pequeñas cosas algo avergonzantes.

 
El departamento
Una vez que llegamos a nuestra residencia temporal empezamos a acomodar todo lo que había para acomodar, que era mucho. Desde la ventana no se veía mucha acción que digamos, pero la vista no era taaan mala. En este lugar aprendí algunas cuantas cosas interesantes, como a usar el baño en la oscuridad total, una experiencia de vida (a la que me voy a tener que acostumbrar si continúa la crisis energética).

 
La estadía
Sacando aparte el tiempo usado para hacer compras, cocinar, lavar, comer pizza de Ugi’s (la pizza hecha, servida y condimentada con menos ganas del mundo, pero aún así bastante buena para su precio) y estar colgado sin poder hacer nada, hice algunos pequeños paseos, entre ellos uno al Malba, que estuvo muy bueno (a pesar de los precios descojonantes de la tienda :p). Lo que pasó después de ahí no fue tan feliz, uno suele ver el mal en otras personas, y creer que uno nunca podría hacer algo malo, pero es raro darse cuenta como casi sin querer y con bastante ayuda de la falta de tacto que me acompaña desde que nací, uno puede hacer mucho mal. El resto de lo que tenía que decir de esta cuestión ya fue dicho por un medio privado (o sea, e-mail), así que llego hasta acá.

 
La vuelta
Finalmente el viernes a la noche hicimos los bolsos y el sábado a la tarde nos volvimos. El viaje se hizo bastante corto, aunque esta vez no hablamos casi nada, y llegamos a tiempo.

No sé si Franco habrá aprendido mucho de este viaje, salvo que pagar facturas es un verdadero dolor de bolas. Por mi parte, perdí muchas cosas y cometí muchos y grandes errores, pero llegué de vuelta a Junín conociéndome un poco más.