Concerning those inspirational words on my bookmark.

I went and checked. Opened Latiff’s “The Amber Spyglass” book, and found my favourite bookmark. For a moment there I thought I lost it.

It does not particularly have any fancy design on it but the important stuff; the words on it allow me to survive rainy cheerless Singapore more easily.

Someday I will be in a country with snow and cheers. Till then these words will have to do.

Write your own script
You are the director of your life’s scenarios. You are the one who must bring about the results and outcomes you desire in life. Nobody else can do that for you.

The book, The Amber Spyglass, is interesting, a bit creepy, somewhat reassuring, but always enjoyable. Gods are bias beings. Just take a look at Latiff’s ability to pick out great books. It’s just isn’t fair.

In which the author blames the rain and comes to terms with the dreadful reading disease.

Rain. Haven’t we had enough of it?

Call me lazy but I am blaming it for spoiling my midnight runs. Well at least my shiny “NEW” Nintendo DS Lite provides me with exhaustive finger exercises. Hopefully with enough training and vitamins I should be able to do those legendary two finger Bruce Lee pushups.

Like how hard can it be?

Since we are on topics of librarians, thought it would be most appropriate to post my reading list for last year.

My Reading List for the year known to man as the Twenty oh Six

Thankfully I know a few souls that actually read. So getting books wasn’t really a problem. Reading them was.

The while-I-love-to-read-but-the-moment-I-lay-in-bed-to-read-I-fall-asleep is a tough disease to beat; I am prescribing coffee and reading in a big comfy chair to battle with the disease. So far it looks good. It wouldn’t be long now before I rid myself of this foul disease.

To which there is nothing at all that Neil could add.

If you haven’t realized it yet, I just adore Neil Gaiman. Here’s a quote that he quoted from a novel by Larry Beinhart called “The Librarian”.

“Librarians don’t make a lot of money, more than poets, but not so much, say, as your more successful panhandlers, so our ideals are important to us and the love of books and the love of knowledge and the love of truth and free information and letting people discover things for themselves and let them, oh, read romance novels or detective novels, whatever they want, and giving poor people internet access.”

In which one distinguishes the Good Man from the Bad Man.

A baker wanted to meet Uways, so Uways went to the bakery disguised as a beggar. He began to eat a bread roll; the baker beat him and threw him out into the street.

Madman! – said a disciple arriving – don’t you see that you threw out the master you wanted to know?

Contrite, the baker asked what he could do for him to forgive him. Uways asked him to invite him and his disciples to eat.

The baker took them to an excellent restaurant and ordered the most expensive dishes.

That is how we distinguish the good man from the bad man – said Uways to the disciples, in the middle of lunch. This man is capable of spending ten gold coins on a banquet because I am famous, but he is incapable of giving a bread roll to feed a hungry beggar.

In which the author is devastated over the loss of his precious data.

The Good news is I managed to find my Hard Disk power cable. But the real news is my Hard Disk isn’t working.

I am at a lost. I could almost go down on my knees and start crying. Six years worth of information, thoughts and feelings is on that disk. I can’t tell you how much it hurts.

I bought this Hard Disk to act as a backup. Transferred all my files to it and was planning to buy another Hard Disk to back this one up.

First my WordPress blog database goes missing now this. What luck.

I do hope I can get this fixed.