Dance with my Father
Back when I was a child
Before Life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around till I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure
I was loved
If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
How I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He’d make me laugh just to comfort me, yeah, yeah
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Papa, you are my hero, my inspiration and my happiness. Thank you so much for the love and guidance. Thank you for being there for me, always. I know i had many shortcomings these past years. i know i let you down sometimes(well, most of the times). MOst of all, thank you for loving mama dearly. You are her strength, her other-half. i can’t picture a family without YOU and her without YOU. Take care of yourself because i (we) don’t know what to do without you. I LOVE YOU.
p.s. i will never forget our dreams and very soon you’ll be so proud of me.
She
everytime i see her makes me feel unconciously or consiously nervous. She makes me feel like having butterflies in my stomach or stomach-churning nervous. what’s with me?What is it about you that makes me feel like this? For example: hay, i went to see her one day because i needed to clarify about a slip that i’m required to fill-up. As i sat adjacent to her seat, then she asked me:
she: what can i do for you?
me: (deep breath and looks at her straight) uhmm.. i have a problem with the program blah, blah…
me: damn, what am i saying? this is not why i’m here for. i hate this.(talking to myself)
(there really is a slight problem with the program but it is manageable and not my main concern, hay.)
she: ahmm, there’s nothing wrong here. me: darn. i know (taking to myself again. now my face turns red)
me: uhmm, you see … (then i told her about why i was there in the first place.)
she: ah ok…so, yadah, yadah, blah, blah….) then she said: she: you know what? your’re making things complicated (i dont know if this is the exact line but it says, “same-same”, hehehe)
me: smiles at her and excuse myself. (ggrrr… candice, you’re not making sense here.)
This is just one of those incidents. “wai pulos noh?”
Overview:
SHE. most of the people think she’s maarte, strikta, intimidating but i thought otherwise. though it contradicts to the way i act when she’s around. She is nice, and accommodating. when she’s busy, well, accommodating pud though she has this notable “don’t disturb” face whenever she’s engross with work, which she oftenly being misunderstood by it(the “don’t disturb” face) . I sometimes get intimidated by it but heck, whether you like it or not she’s like that, so, deal with it(hehehe). The face doesn’t really matter me that much. i like her. she is an interesting person. i find her interesting and mysterious at the same time. She reminds me of my Values teacher back in high school (now, that teacher is my best friend). She’s professional at work and a good friend. She has interesting views and principles in life. She’s smart, geeky, o.c., and weird. She is someone whom you could talk with sense. You could get good advices from her too.
She is an inspiration…
To she: thank you.
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