today i turn an extra year older.

(and hopefully wiser)

it’s 3am and raining out, the kind of rain that’s torrid and heavy with big fat raindrops that splatter on your window pane at full force, not the tepid drizzly ones like the showers we get in moscow.

i adore this kind of rain.

this is the kind of rain that is cleansing.

i am home, and i am happy, and i am loved.

and that is all.

for now there is nothing else.

On account of their phonetically similar sounding names, a close friend of mine somehow managed to mix up the amazingly hott David Boreanaz (who makes me positively light headed, I google up his images in my spare time and I can’t even help myself from adding that extra ‘t’ in hot because only one simply does him no justice), with this guy.

This here is Dave Barnes. Which resulted in a little confusion for us both because all this while I’ve been mentioning how much I think my boyfriend looks like Mister Boreanaz and he has kept correcting me saying “it’s Barnes, darling”, when we were actually referring to two completely different guys. Yes Faisal, I hope you’re happy now.

Anyhoots it turns out Dave Barnes isn’t all that bad either, if his music is anything to go by. I’m quite enjoying that song for the video clip up there, Until You.

Ah it’s one of those nights… When you can’t resist smiling stupidly at the wall after receiving a super sweet sms and you’d like to slap yourself silly for feeling utterly and thoroughly twitterpated beyond the limits of reason. So excuse me for sounding like a little lovesick schoolgirl, but I am having one of my moments right now.

I miss my guy. He’s persevered and stuck with me despite the mountains of crap I keep throwing at him.

Plus, I swear he has David Boreanaz’s cheekbones.

On this me and Faisal agree on :)

So I’m typing this whilst eagerly following continous updates on the WWDC 2008 Keynote Live Coverage over at MacRumorsLive.com. Partly because I actually am interested in getting myself an iPhone one of these days -ish, and partly because we have company in our room and she’s a crazy wacko who doesn’t seem to care much for what I think so I really can’t be bothered. Would very much rather prefer being left out, than waste my energy pretending to be interested in a meaningless conversation of which my opinions keep being disdainfully ignored to boot thankyouverymuch.

10:54 am: Showing 2 medical-based applications. First, The first is a learning application for remembering the names of parts of the body. They will have dozens of apps available within weeks of the App Store launch. The second medical app is from MIMvista.

10:58 am: The MIMvista application is for viewing medical imagery. Takes advantage of the touch screen to change the information shown, zoom in and out, and scroll around. The images can be rendered in 3D live too. The app will be available at the launch of the App Store. The last demo comes from Digital Legends.

This sounds promising. I’m not much of a paper person when it comes to my med notes (meaning I prefer to read Bailey & Love’s in the form of a .pdb file using iSilo via laptop, even powerpoint slideshows I save in .jpg format to be viewed on my iPod -it saves the hassle of making printouts and are much easier to carry around by far), plus whipping out a PDA for reference purposes seems grossly unhip to the comparably less fugly sleekness of an iPhone.

11:36 am: 2.8X faster. Approaching WiFi speeds (WiFi scored 17 seconds). When compared to other 3G phones (Nokia N95 and Treo 750), the iPhone is 36% faster — and better looking.

Not that looks matter. Well, wait. Maybe they do. Our visitor is having a chat with my roommates and between bits of static that come up as I listen to play-by-play broadcasts on thedigitallifestyle.tv, I can hear her lamenting on the seemingly unfeasible task of losing unsightly belly flab. Hokay she’s actually pulling up her tee and showing us said belly flab in attempt to highlight the severity of the situation. This is a big deal apparently, cause she’s meeting her future in-laws in a couple of weeks.

We all wanna look good. Call me superficial for thinking that owning an iPhone would do the trick, but it sure would be cool to carry one around! Making me seem neither sensible nor intellectual in any way, yes I know. I like shiny gadgets. Shiny gadgets make me happy so there.

And whoa wait a sec…

11:45 am: Now on to the final challenge — affordability. Started at $599 for an 8GB iPhone, now $399. The iPhone 3G 8GB will sell for… $199.

That’s half the price of the previous non 3G model, and a whole lot cheaper than the current phone that I’m using even -a now very worn Nokia 6111, purchased in it’s heyday. What’s left to consider? The tech specs are more than enough to cover my basic needs and I don’t really give two hoots about the camera function or lack of a external memory card slot because I still have a perfectly functioning digicam and iPod for those purposes.

Okay I really really want this.

That’s Jack Johnson’s If I had eyes on the screen btw. Listen here:

She’s serenading my roommates to the tunes of Celine Dion for some unfathomable reason. These earphones are doing nothing for me. Talk about rowdy. Oh waitwait okay she’s done phew. Wonder how much longer I’ll have to keep facing my laptop just to get out of inane chitchat.

We’re almost over with the conference updates it seems. And so to wrap it up…

11:52 am: We’ll see you at MWSF 2009.

Hmm. Or maybe I should just wait this one out and see if they come up with a better version next year?

Well she just left now, at least. Hello sweet tranquility! I can finally find peace in my own room.

p/s: Doesn’t anyone else find it absurd that Russian is mentioned among the languages offered for iPhone’s Language and International keyboard and dictionary support when it isn’t even officially going to be available in this country, not according to the list anyway?

Staring
staring
staring
at the screen again.

Yes I happen to enjoy my gourmet veggies. So don’t patronize me for the (only very slightly) overpriced baby asparagus, you disapproving judgmental nitpicking condescending frenemy you!

Arbitrarily chosen song off currently-running-on-repeat playlist: Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová’s Falling Slowly (play count: 37).

I received this picture in the mail 3 days ago, along with a good luck note from The Sister.

So this one is for you, sister. Cause I know you’re going through tough times right now.

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

-E.E. Cummings

Not listening to anything today, the silence and the rare stillness is a welcome gift.

And that is melody enough for now.

From Garden State.

Andrew Largeman: You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone.

Sam: I still feel at home in my house.

Andrew Largeman: You’ll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day one day and it’s just gone. And you can never get it back. It’s like you get homesick for a place that doesn’t exist. I mean it’s like this rite of passage, you know. You won’t have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it’s like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that’s all family really is… A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.

This came up because I was studying late last night with my iPod on and, um, accidentally ended up watching the whole movie somewhere between switching from my Recently Added playlist and scrolling over to the Now Playing selection on the clickwheel main menu.

Zach Braff said it right in the movie.

That imaginary place is all there is. But it’s everything.

Listening to Susie Suh’s Give Me Heart:

Give me heart
Just give me hope
Give me love
Just give me warmth
Give me all I never knew
Give me something
To hold on to.

It’s raining out.
My roommates are not in at the moment, I am home alone.
The big Man. U vs Chelsea game is tonight.
I have been eating nothing but cake for the whole entire day.
Last run was on Sunday.
Sunday! So close to exploding from all this pent up stress right now.
I. Really. Really. Should. Be. Studying.
Haven’t been able to sleep.
Partly because I can’t afford to.
But mostly because my entire bed is buried underneath a mountain of notes.
Only reason my laptop is even switched on is so that I can charge my iPod.
Finals start Friday.
That’s two days away.

And I am so very screwed.

Listening to Carolina Liar’s Beautiful World:

Cue the irony.