Sunday, May 27, 2007

the writing files


i've discovered something incomprehensible recently. as i was very weak the last five months plus there was that time as well when Gilmore Girls ruined my internet connection, i've lost all my writing drafts which were composed as far back as ten years ago.

back in the days when floppy disks were all the rage, i didn't back up. with the advent of new technology (memory sticks, et al), i still didn't start backing up. i don't have a clue what has gotten into me, it's not as if i have in my possession the hard copies of my work, no matter how mediocre the texts were and still are. i have few of the published copies. still that was not very conscientious on my part. as i fancy myself a homebody, i don't navigate from one Gatsby scene to the next. raving parties are not for me. it's too claustrophobic. so since i don't go out much i should have done this chore of transferring and saving files. however i'm not too hard on myself anymore. that's only minor compared to the rest of my predicaments.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

random manners

i just saw my GP. she was simply the sweetest. her day shouldn't have been marred by my presence. my big mouth was in full blast. i was citing an example i shouldn't even remotely cited. was i carried away by my emotion or was i being mean? i hope she was able to write off my miscue. i didn't mean to be unperceptive.

as a hospital bed occupier recently, it was so unpleasant to be barked at with a thirty-nine degree fever. certain cultures definitely have their share of distinctiveness but when it's no longer the proper etiquette it shouldn't be tolerated. or should it? should we just turn a blind eye because that's the essence of their upbringing in their continent? whoever has the stronger personality wins? it doesn't mean that if you tend to be amiable you're a pushover, you just know your manners (photo credit -- nbc.com).

That best portion of a good man's life,
His little nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love
---William Wordsworth---

i'm slowly recovering from the emotional pain. though there is still some remnants of the physical ordeal. i also need to study. i need to embrace the facts about the scrubs. it's not an ideal universe to accumulate pecuniary compensation. but as i get battered with unfathomable mindsets by my familial sphere, there's this enduring quest to draw inward strength despite criticisms.