The hobbit and her boys! Sigh!
Apparently he is fine. Just crawled of out his cave. You’ve been sorely missed. I’ve saved you a samwich. You wanna see it? Lmao!
So am I.
Dearest Tayba:
Each time I think of you, I cannot help but wonder if God created you after considerable reflection, because you are so exquisitely made in the way you are- with your thoughts, your words, your gestures, your kindness, and lest I forget, your laughter that is a wonder entirely by itself. I understand that your journey in God this year was long and at times hard if not excruciatingly painful. But, you never walked the beaten path alone- everything about you continually swarmed our hearts and our thoughts- because simply put, you are unforgettable- in the way you offer yourself to your friends and in the way you accept the little we offer with uncommon grace and unprecedented gratitude. It is my prayer that the very best the Almighty has in store for you will be yours and that you would fully experience each choice blessing that has been compassionately crafted for your sake in heaven.
Happy birthday Tayba- my hero…my friend.
Sam
I am full! Just had a Quarter Pounder, Caramel Sundae and a Large Coke. But, generally speaking, life has been busy but meaningful. God is good to me though I am absolutely undeserving of His mercy.
Absolutely! I may cry 'Mommy' and intermittently wet my pants once perhaps twice, but if it would make her feel better…it is worth the pain.
On a separate note, Hey Ninjitsu! Did I tell you how much I missed you? Well, just in case I didn't, I do now: I really missed you.
You feel like crying? Quick! Beat the crap out of me…you will feel better .
An imaginary mongoose.
What song rips you to shreds?
Hmm last post was in August…Lmao! Let's crank this one up a bit shall we? Hello person above me!
Boo! The last time I wrote my name on any wall was way back in school when my friends and I used to play a game where we would 'pee' our names on the wall. Mine was quite easy. Lmao! I had a classmate whose name was Velumurugan. He never could finish peeing his name on the wall even he chugged down all the water in the world. Thanks for reminding me of those summer days when pale yellow was the color of the day and the faint scent of ammonia their signature perfume.
Mushy madness has begun? Har har har! Now, where was that cave?
Cwap! She beat me to the grand entrance, Lmao! Hello Beautiful People! Welcome back Ninjitsu. Contrary to what one caped-crusader, a petite-majesty and two pairs of restless feet that go perfectly with a mischievous mind may insist… I missed you! Welcome home.
Black-eye? Wha? Woman, you need a beating! Quick, someone please hold her down so I could start…Lmao!
Thank you so very much! I know it sucks terribly when one could not find the time to read birthday wishes till days later, but I was looking out for the better interests of others, so I hope I would be forgiven for my seriously delinquent acknowledgment.
You are right, Rani, I could never disagree with you. As for Ness and her wisdomous words about me blowing in and out and tumbling over things…woman er BIG woman, you'd better quit talking smack or you'd be the one tumbling over things…Lmao! Miss you Nessa Ji! Hope you are doing well.
I've been given this 'school boy' impish grin at birth, and even when I am dead-serious, I cannot seem to make people believe that I am not smiling/smirking. I was always in trouble at funerals: 'Sam, be polite and have some compassion for crying out loud…stop smiling!' 'Mother, I am not smiling. This is me serious. You would know when I am smiling because I would show my teeth.'
Things haven't changed much. Often, my boss would ask me, 'Mr. Jalapeno, is something amusing you?' 'No, Ma'am, I am listening.' 'No, I saw you smiling a moment ago, would you care to share whatever it is that made you smile so we could all join in?'
Sheesh! I swear I'm going to invest in one of those 'Silence Of The Lambs' masks. But, on a separate note, Boo, its wonderful that you so generously share your smiles. I will be having breakfast with a few colleagues in Shangri La Makati tomorrow at 7am before Church. Throw me a smile if you happen to be there.
I was once told that some men tend to define their lives by the work of their hands. It is not entirely true about my life, but it certainly would be a lie if I were to say it entirely was not. I have been traveling often lately, not by choice, but by official decree. I remember times when I would barge into the Director's Office and beg to be assigned travel schedules. I would cajole, coax and coerce colleagues into giving up their travel schedules so they could 'spend more time with their children,' not because I cared for their children but because I missed the thrill of flying every week. There was a time I could close my eyes and remember the floor plan of major airports in South East Asia. I took pride in the fact that people recognized me in certain cafes in several countries and remembered my name because I had one too many coffees there.
Now, things have changed. I have become reluctant to travel. It is I who needs cajoling, coaxing and coercing now, since, the prospect of incessant travel has become more of a burden than a boon. There are many reasons why I feel so, but none more beautiful and becoming than Ninjitsu, Rani and Tayba. I know now why I dislike traveling often- it takes me away from computers and internet…it takes me away from you. As much as you are forever awake in my heart, not being able to communicate is a thorn in my flesh I cannot seem to bear.
I missed you so much.
Why are you mad at me? I'm running circles around my office trying to finish stuff. Oh, and put the forks down. Sheesh!
Er what 'Form?' Har Har Har!
Death