29 March 2012

Chapter 8: Empathy             I had forced Ashur to drink calamus tea with me. He told me that it was unprofessional of him to be conversing with a patient. He said that he could prescribe medicine, but not take medicine with me. I told him that this was part of a physician’s job, to make sure the patient recovered. He just requested me to defend him if Salim were to appear. Now, we were sitting in the courtyard in the Queen’s quarters and after several long sips, Ashur had asked, “Your...

Posted on Thursday, March 29, 2012 by cubierock11

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24 March 2012

I do a lot of stupid things and a lot of random stuff happens in my life. This time, I managed to forget to pack my cell phone, yet my cell phone charger was in my luggage. This was beyond stupid. I had to call using a pay phone to tell my mom to express mail it to me. She was laughing as hard. Luckily, she didn’t really mad at me. She just thought I was foolishly funny. What was even worse was that when I was sitting around waiting for the plane, all these grandmothers and grandfathers were using Kindles, cell phones and laptops. I felt so out...

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23 March 2012

I find that whenever you expect the unexpected, you end up getting the expected outcome, but whenever you start not expecting anything, you really do get a big punch in the face. Really, you get your worst nightmare ever. Actually, I have a few. It's just this one was just so . . . uncalled for in too many way...

Posted on Friday, March 23, 2012 by cubierock11

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03 March 2012

Chapter 8: Operations  When I said that the only thing that I saw in your eyes was sadness, I lied. I saw love. If anyone could understand terror, then it would have been the poor doctor who was about to face his greatest misery. For now, footsteps taunted the freshly glazed ceramic tiles. Tick, tack, tick, tack. Those were the echoes of confidence from the low heels of black, leather shoes. Every passing person stared at this man in black aviators dressed in a fitted, grey checkered suit paired with a thin black tie. His hair was...

Posted on Saturday, March 03, 2012 by cubierock11

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Chapter 7: Salim             “C-c-c-cold.” I shivered upon awakening to the iciness spreading from my waist upwards. I couldn’t move in my bed and could only lie on my back.             “I suggest that you stay still unless you would like to experience more pain,” a patronizing voice warne...

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01 March 2012

Chapter 7: The Bitter Truth Sou had no idea how long he had been waiting to see his biological mother again, but he knew that it was time. Although he had phoned her a few times, he had never seen her and at first, she was reluctant to speak. She even refused to admit that he was her son, yet Sou kept pressing her and eventually, she gave i...

Posted on Thursday, March 01, 2012 by cubierock11

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