me and my absentmindedness...argh!

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How to make a NANING cocktail

Ingredients:

1 part intelligence

5 parts self-sufficiency

2 parts understanding

3 parts patience

Method:
Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Serve with a slice of caring, a quarter of self-preservation and a pinch of salt. Yum!

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It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, everyday, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me to know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
It doesn't interest me who you are. I just want to know YOU.
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Thursday, September 09, 2004

me and my absentmindedness...argh!

i spent the whole afternoon yesterday compiling the 2003 articles of Naning. i planned not to post it yet because i've posted an entry already for yesterday's date. after much ado and grumbling on my part, because it was such a tedious work really, i've finished the entry. now, all i had to do was click on the "save draft" button and post it another date.

then, we were called to go outside. it was our big boss' 20th anniversary in China and there was some kind of a little party to commemorate it. we were hurried up so i just turned off the monitor to hide my works.

my mind was on the entry the whole time i was in that little party. i even asked Rina just to make sure if it was just the monitor i turned off. I could not imagine if it was the CPU. all my hard work would definitely vanish into thin air. what a waste of time it would be!

we went back inside the office at exactly 6pm. we were hurrying because the shuttle bus schedule is at 6:08 and we're supposed to catch it. i'd just save my works then set off for home.

poof!

i pushed the CPU button! i momentarily freezed...feeling numb and DUMB. there went all my hard work. down the drain and into the limitless wastebasket of the world wide web.

my absentmindedness never fail to amuse me, really. i could cry.

Posted at 10:28 am by bisay

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