HOW CAN I TELL YOU...

Dear followers;

As of now, I may pause from writing my short story cause I need to gather enough energy and proper mind set before I do so because in the past week, my life has been a total mess. But before I go back to active blogging, I promised an avid follower that I may write blogs, one day at a time. And before I do so, May I dedicate this song to a very good friend...(Kuya, again) (popularized by Lani Misalucha).

This song's for you . . .

How can I tell you that I love you, I love you
But I can't think of right words to say
I long to tell you that I'm always thinking of you
I'm always thinking of you, but my words
Just blow away, just blow away
It always ends up to one thing, honey
And I can't think of right words to say
Wherever I am babe, I'm always walking with you
I'm always walking with you, but I look and you're not there
Whoever I'm with, I'm always, always talking to you
I'm always talking to you, and I'm sad that
You can't hear, sad that you can't hear
It always ends up to one thing, honey,
When I look and you're not there
I need to know you, need to feel my arms around you
Feel my arms around you, like a sea around a shore
And - each night and day I pray, and hope
That I might find you, in hope that I might
Find you, because heart's can do no more
It always ends up to one thing honey, still I kneel upon the floor
How can I tell you that I love you, I love you
But I can't think of right words to say
I long to tell you that I'm always thinking of you
I'm always thinking of you....
It always ends up to one thing honey
And I can't think of right words to say....

I wish...

I wish I would be a child again so that. . .

I can dance in the rain;

Cry to my heart's content;

Make tantrums whenever I am hurt and disappointed;

I wish I would be a child again, so that. . .

I can have my whims and caprices;

Buy my favorite stuff toy I didn't have when i was yet a child;

Have the best dress I am dying to wear at a party;

I wish I would be a child again, so that. . .

My aunts and uncles will give me gifts on special occasions;

So that I can ask Santa Claus to make my wish come true;

So that my father and mother could hug me so tight every now and then;

I wish I would be a child again, so that. . .

I can eat ice cream every now and then;

I can eat chocolate until any of my tooth aches;

I can eat high cholesterol and high-calorie foods;

But I will not wish to be a child again when. . .

I need to visit the dentist because of a hurting tooth;

I need to take an early bath even in freezing cold before going to school;

I need to brush my teeth even though how sleepy I am already in the night;

And I will not wish to be a child again, when. . .

I need to learn how to read the alphabet;

I need to learn how to count 1, 2, 3;

I need to learn how to write my name, the alphabet, the numbers, adinfinitum!

And maybe, I will not wish to be a child again just so I can. . .

Learn how to live in this world of chaos and difficulty. Life has already given me so much of it.

Photos from flckr.com

An afternoon in the office...

I didn't expect that I will be so moved by the next thing that would happen in the office that day. As I have said in my earlier post, "A day in the office", I wished that an afternoon in the office would be far better as I have prayed for it. Maybe yes? and maybe, No!

We had a staff meeting, a continuation of our first staff meeting a couple of weeks back. Delineation of work. Filling up of performance targets on a weekly basis. I did not follow the instruction set by my immediate superior, instead I prepared a target which will last till the end of the month for reason that I was given a special assignment; to assist the legislators in crafting three different codes assigned to them, respectively and which should be adopted before the month ends.

I was tasked to provide the needed technical assistance, encode the proposed drafts and for sure, make a final copy of the approved codes. What a task! Never mind, it happens once in a while, anyway! But honestly, I was challenged to the max. The sad part of it? I told my officemates that the work given me is not well compensated. Hmm...it's not significant to them, though. 

Now, the best part of that afternoon after the staff meeting? Food! We were treated to a heavy snack. But my wish? To eat ice cream, much ice cream and eat like a child. But it didn't happen. However, I insinuated that comes next staff meeting, we will eat ice cream. Yummy!!!

Photo: from flickr.com

My Son's Dilemma

My youngest son is now a third year high school and is taking up a major in Drafting. He posted a bulletin in Friendster and I feel how he felt about his major. I was also flabbergasted how he expected his major to be so difficult. Now, he must have been in a frenzy thinking why he majored in Drafting. I find it interesting to share his bulletin to my followers, hence this post. His bulletin contains the following, written in Tagalog, but I have to translate it in English for my English readers.

di ko inexpect na ganito kahirap......... (I didn’t expect it to be this hard)

ay....inexpect ko na pala......matagal na.......jejeje (oh, yeah, I expected it to be this hard already, a long time ago, he he he)

oh bakit ang hirap hirap ng pinili kong major.......bakit ang hirap ng drafting....... (oh why have I chosen such a very, very difficult major, why is drafting so hard?)

>una....orthograpric drawing (first, orthographic drawing)

>pangalawa.....gagawa kami ng charcoal drawing ng isang teacher sa skul at portrait namin mismo (second, we’ll make a charcoal drawing of a teacher in our school and a portrait of ourselves)

>pangatlo.....pictorial drawing (third, pictorial drawing)

>pang-apat......perspective drawing (fourth, perspective drawing)

>pang-lima......kung anu-ano pang drawing na hindi mo pa kailan man narinig sa buong buhay mo (fifth, and anything else, any drawing you’ve not heard of even before and maybe in your entire life)

>at pang-anim......ang pinakamasaklap sa lahat, gagawa kami ng working drawing, in other words, plano ng furniture (and sixth, and the saddest thing of all, we’ll gonna make a working drawing, in other words, a drawing plan of a furniture)

huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu.......

PS. Third year lang yan ha..... (PS, that’s just in the 3^rd year ha)

mas masaklap pa pagdating ko ng fourth year........ (and surely it’s even more bloody dreadful comes fourth year)

huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu......

ANG HERAP..... (It’s so hard…)

TULONG.... (H E L P !!!)

See? He needs HELP……….

One day in our office . . .

I arrived in the office this morning at 7:55 AM, the logbook was about to be closed for the 8:00AM closing time. 

Finalizing approved resolutions and ordinances was the first thing in my work for the day. I felt dizzy coz I have to fill in data and other references. I wished it was complete before it landed on my table so that it will be easier for me to make the final copy, but it was not. From the looks of it, I will have to research the needed data. Fine!

It's irritating to hear somebody and the same person who constantly makes phone calls to almost anyone he knows in the directory and in his personal directory. And they're not business calls but personal huh! Killing time maybe until off hours. Great way of spending government funds for personal gratification.  

I reminded my officemates I will seminar them on effective records management anytime this week. All were receptive to the idea, but rebuttals followed a little later as to who will be the over-all in charge of the records in our office. Is that a big deal? Whew. . . 

Before I went home for lunch break, I reminded one of my officemate to keep safe as she will be left alone in the office. We both laughed. She reminded me she has had her shots of vaccines for python venom, only she and I can understand what's all about the vaccine.  

That's what happened for about four hours in our office. This afternoon, more are in store for me and everyone. Wish the rest of the day will go better as I have prayed for. (well folks, am not yet back to active blogging, not now, maybe later. . .)