fly away with me take my hand never let it go,
make me happy and never say no,
show me the way you make me love you.....
tell me how much you really want me ....
show me how much you need me please dont leave me.. please dont go...why all alone......why so soon...and yet so far...
Miyerkules, Hulyo 30, 2008
Posted by yellOw-PhOenix at 7:17 AM
Martes, Hulyo 29, 2008
Lunes, Hulyo 28, 2008
The ability to converse well is an important asset. Being able to talk eloquently in a pleasant and intelligent manner to people gives one an opportunity for friendship and chances for success in one’s life. The telephone is a part of modernization. Learn to use it properly in accordance to your advantage. In carrying a telephone conversation we should remember that our voice is the only thing that creates an impression to the recipient of our message. That is why we should do our best to make the conversation be as pleasant and as courteous as possible.
Rules to observe when using the telephone:
1. Greet the one you are calling.
2. The caller should identify his self/ her self first.
3. Modulate your voice and be articulate.
4. If you are receiving a call in the unit the best way to answer is; “Thank you for calling East Wing, this is Ms Gelito speaking how may I help you?
5. When you are the one making a call the best way to say is; “Good morning, this is Ms Gelito, can I talk to Ms Agustin?”
6. When a strange voice answers your call and asks; “Who’s calling please?” Give your name at once and never hang up the phone. It is only proper to for you to identify yourself. There is no reason to hide your identity if your call is a legitimate one.
7. Don’t slam the phone down when you hung up. Put the telephone down gently. The sudden sharp bang can be quite deafening to the person who might still have the phone close to his hear.
8. Don’t stay too long talking to someone over the phone. Remember that telephones in the nurses’ station are for emergency use only.
Posted by yellOw-PhOenix at 11:46 PM
Linggo, Hulyo 27, 2008
Tears, Idle Tears
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
Posted by yellOw-PhOenix at 6:39 AM
Huwebes, Hulyo 17, 2008
You bastards! It's all sherbet, and folly
makes you laugh like mules. Chances
dance off your wrists, each day ready,
sprites in your bones and spite not yet
swollen, not yet set. You gather handful
after miracle handful, seeing straight,
reaching the lighthouse in record time,
pockets brim with scimitar things. Now
is not a pinpoint but a sprawling realm.
Bewilderment and thrill are whip-quick
twins, carried on your backs, each vow
new to touch and each mistake a broken
biscuit. I was you. Sea robber boarding
the won galleon. Roaring trees. Machines
without levers, easy in bowel and lung.
One cartwheel over the quicksand curve
of Tuesday to Tuesday and you're gone,
summering, a ship on the farthest wave.
Posted by yellOw-PhOenix at 5:45 AM