Since I got hold on a new portable install of Opera Mail (very handy and lightweight as an email desktop client), I was able to scan all folders for whatever delayed, unread, or junk email that I have so I may delegate those in their appropriate folders or eject them from my inbox altogether. It isn’t easy to have a cluttered inbox, what with all those unread mails especially so I decided to play exterminator in some way. To some point, I got to purge certain messages that are relatively useless or those that I just wanted to forget altogether and I sighed in relief somehow upon knowing that I was halfway in such a task. However, something caught my attention and I began to feel a little ache heaving in my chest that I felt a bit shaky:

Oh yes—the above was an invitation for a language research seminar coursed through a faculty member from the College of English and Comparative Literature in UP Diliman ; and when I looked carefully, it was sent last November 24. Yes, November 24!! I was shocked because I remembered not having checked my email account for two weeks on end already! If only I were diligent enough I could have RSVPed all at once so I could partake of yet another session of mind-enriching lectures by eminent language professors of famed institutions in Singapore. But no. I was too tired and lazy even to take a peek into my inbox, no thanks to my usual reasons of a slow internet connection, a rundown netbook that does nothing but overheat, or my Firefox browser taking up all my CPU resources. Heck, I could dual boot and access Ubuntu instead of crappy ol’ Windows 7 Starter for gosshakes.

There: I missed a most rare opportunity for a meet and greet with scholars who I believe are most worthy to emulate. Heaven knows when another lecture might take place; and when it does, I’ll definitely make sure I’ll be there, God willing.

No use crying over spilled milk indeed.