Taking Ownership

Monday, January 21st, 2008

“Hi Ma’am, kuya asked if you know how to own a folder or a file” his assistant said over the phone.

“Why? Own? What do you mean? Let me talk to him.” I said.

“He’s busy ma’am. He’s with _____ checking all the new units.” he said.

“What’s that again?” I said.

“He can’t access a certain folder, he said it has something to do with not enough administrative rights” He said

“Ok, I’ll call back him in 20 and tell him to check the box with a smiley sticker, I have something for him there, bye!”

He’s busy? Sino niloloko nya! He calls me when his down. Now he won’t. Is it because they got back together? I called back after 10 minutes.

“Hello?”

“Hi! Thanks for the Windows Vista! Did you buy it?” Boo said. He sounds happy.

“No, it’s a gift from the supplier?” I said.

“Gift? How come? Is it genuine?” He asked.

“Of course, it’s a box version. It’s in the box, isn’t? Did you open it?” I said

“Not yet, I’m staring at it and admiring its beauty. I just can’t believe it! Is it mine or it’s for the agency? ” He said.

“It’s yours. I got mine too!” I said

“How come?” He asked.

“Well, we spent almost 2M for all the new euipments, I told the supplier if I could get 2 box of Vista ultimate for free” I laughed.

“Nice! Anyway, thanks! I have to go. Got a lot of stuff to do”  He said.

“Ok, bye! Wait! How’s your folder problem?”  I asked.

“ I’ve got it. I’ve owned it already! Thanks. bye!” He laughed.

“How?”  I asked. Of course, I knew, just want to prolong the conversation.

“You simply must have administrative rights to it!” He laughed.

I laughed and we said our goodbyes.

Here’s, I supposed, the solution to his problem:

How to take ownership of a folder

Note You must be logged on to the computer with an account that has administrative credentials. If you are running Microsoft Windows XP Home Edition, you must start the computer in safe mode, and then log on with an account that has Administrative rights to have access to the Security tab.

If you are using Windows XP Professional, you must disable Simple File Sharing. By default, Windows XP Professional uses Simple File sharing when it is not joined to a domain.

For additional information about how to do this, click the following article number to view the article in the Microsoft Knowledge Base: 307874. How to disable simplified sharing and set permissions on a shared folder in Windows XP

To take ownership of a folder, follow these steps:

1. Right-click the folder that you want to take ownership of, and then click Properties.

2. Click the Security tab, and then click OK on the Security message (if one appears).

3. Click Advanced, and then click the Owner tab.

4. In the Name list, click your user name, or click Administrator if you are logged in as Administrator, or click the Administrators group. If you want to take ownership of the contents of that folder, select the Replace owner on subcontainers and objects check box.

5. Click OK, and then click Yes when you receive the following message:

   You do not have permission to read the contents of directory folder name. Do you want to replace the directory permissions with permissions granting you Full Control?

   All permissions will be replaced if you press Yes.
   Note folder name is the name of the folder that you want to take ownership of.

6.  Click OK, and then reapply the permissions and security settings that you want for the folder and its contents.

Source: Miscrosoft Support 308421

there is always something there to remind me

Thursday, January 17th, 2008

I walk along the city streets
You used to walk along with me
And every step I take reminds me
Of just how we used to be

When shadows fall, I pass a small cafe
Where we would stay at night
And I can't help recalling how it
Felt to kiss and hold you tight

If you should find you miss the sweet
And tender love we used to share
Just go back to the places where we used to go
And I'll be there

Oh, how can I forget you,
When there is always something there to remind me
I was born to love you, and I will never be free

Wanting is better than getting

Tuesday, January 15th, 2008

"Sometimes I feel like am all alone, wondering of what have i done wrong…"

My phones ringing, at first I thought it was a dream or a music playing on a radio, but I turned off my radio last night.

"…Maybe I’m just missing you all along…"

Rolling over carefully, my feet hit the floor as I reach for my phone. It’s not there.

"… When will you be coming home back to me…"

My eyes are half close. I’m half naked. I am used to sleeping this way.  The cold morning breeze touch my body.  It’s cold, I forgot to closed the window again last night.

"… There are times i felt like giving up…"

Shut up!  I not giving up, I thought. I pull the sheets and cover myself.

"…huanted by memories I can’t give up…"

Now, where’s that damn phone.

"…Wish that I never let you go and slip away…"

Finally I grab it - under my bed.

"…Have enough reason for you to stay…"

Without knowing who’s calling, I put the phone on my ear and push the receive button.

"Hello? You could have either warned me or informed me personally?" Boo said over the line.

My eyes snap open. His voice wake me up. I lie down back to bed. Hug a pillow under the sheets. Push the options button on my cell and record the call.

"Hi Boo, Good morning!" I replied. It is nice to wake up in the morning hearing his voice. It feels like I’m hugging him right now. I’ve been there before. I missed that.

"What?" I asked.

"The memo!" He said. I think he’s drunk.

"Have you been drinking again?" I asked. I don’t really want to confront him about the memo.

"No, I have had only 4 bottles tonight" He lied.

"Boo, What time is it? Can we talk about this later?" I said.

"I want you to tell me now!" He demanded.

"What are… were you doing with your life?"

"The memo says, I should explain in the next 48 hours why I haven’t done my job" he said

"There you go. Does it have something to do with me?" I asked. It has something to do with me. I want to deny it while he’s drunk and confront him when he’s sober.

"What the…? You wrote it?" He shouted.

I couldn’t say a word.

"Talk please!" He said.

Silence. I don’t know what to say.

"Please?" he asked nicely.

"Boo, if I could only cover up you tracks, I’d do that. You knew that" I said

He’s crying. I could hear his tears.

"You’ve lose control. You report late and leave early. I received nothing on my end from you for the last 1 week and a half. What were you thinking? Do you think it’ll pass without being notice?" I said "I wrote it but I’m not the one who signed it. Check the memo again. You knew how our kind of job works."

"I know you’ re in pain now. But please don’t let it affect your job. Play online games again after office hours. Have fun, don’t drink. My goodness Boo, I knew who you were. Talk to me. Anytime. Any day. I am here for you" I added. I wish I could hug him right now.

"Just let her go. You’ve been holding on for too long. For what, 2 years? She’s not the one for you." I said.

"I can’t. I don’t know how to do it this time." He said.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked. Say it damn it. If he wants me to get a transfer. I’ll definitely do that.

"Nothing, I’m sorry. I’m just so f*cking wasted right now!" He said

"Get a hold on yourself, ok? Next month I’ll be there. Whether you like it or not" I said.

"No, you don’t have to do that. Don’t add more complications to what I have now"  He meant it. I just know.

"Boo, think about it this way: Sometimes wanting something is better than getting it. I’ve read that somewhere." I said.

"I don’t know" He said.

"Go to sleep! You still have work tomorrow. You don’t want another memo, do you?" I said.

"Ok, I’m sorry for waking you up his early. I’m going home today" he said.

"Wait today is Monday, right? People go to work on Mondays Boo!" I said.

"I have something to clear up at home today, I’ll be back on tuesday" He said

Silence.

"Thanks. Bye. I’m sorry" He said.

"Bye. Sweet dreams. Good morning…" I said. I love you.

He hang up.

-o- Excess Thoughts -o- 

"…I’ll write your explanation for you. Check your email tomorrow!" I said to myself. Well he’ll be surprised tomorrow.

He used to forget things, that includes me, by playing online games before. Maybe he got totally bored playing those games.  "I dont know how to do it this time" I wish I could have the answer to that. I want to be an answer to that. He loves her. I love him. Probably, I’d heed my own advice "Sometimes wanting something is better than getting it" Maybe not. I don’t know too. Maybe i should just let him be. Maybe I should stop calling him. Maybe…

Jeez, stop whining.

I look at my table clock. It reads January 14, 2008 - 3:34 a.m. Great. I have to spend the next hours trying to get back to sleep. I’ve had lots of trouble sleeping lately. Now, I can’t sleep. I’d better get up then. Get a coffee, watch tv, maybe later watch the sun rise. It’s a good day, at least I think that way. He called me. Definitely a good day!

Who do you blog for?

Monday, January 14th, 2008

I’ve been waiting for the the right moment to call Boo. It’s saturday. I wonder why he’s not home this weekend.  It’s still 9 in the evening, too early for him to sleep. He usually goes to bed around 1 a.m. to 2 a.m. So I guess it’s a right time. He must be blogging right now or playing one of those dragging online games. I put on my headset and call him. I’m not sure if he’ll talk. The last time we had a conversation was almost a month ago. He’s not in a habit of sending me sms, not even if I text him first. So here goes nothing.
 
At least he’s phone ringing. If doesn’t want to talk, he’d cancel it.

"Hello. I’ve heard!" I said over the phone.
 
"Good Evening, ’bout what?" Boo said. Sounds like he’s in a good mood.
 
"About her breaking you heart, or you breaking hers" I said.
 
"I guess, I’ve been talking to the wrong people. How’d that reached you so fast?" Boo confirming it was true.
 
"I always thought you want me informed" I said with a chuckle.
 
"Please don’t make me feel more stupid. I feel stupid already" Boo said.
 
"I’m sorry. Just thought you know, you fell for the wrong person" I said.
 
"I don’t think so. I just find out she’s the right one for me and…" He stopped.
 
"Go on.You can tell me, I’ll listen. I’m a friend, I worry you know" I said. I really don’t want to, I just need to hear his voice. Once, almost four years ago, this person loves me too. I was simply not that ready. He’s proposal was so heavy for me. I’m too young I guess, 21 years old that time. I can’t blame myself. But he’s never stop blaming me for what happened to us. He’s anger never faded.
 
"I can’t. You’re not the right person to talk to" Boo said.
 
"You can’t or you won’t?" I said.
 
"Why do you always insist?" He’s irritated.
 
"Because I know you need someone right now. I’ve seen you cried before. I can’t stand thinking that you’d cry your way to sleep again. I’m your friend you can talk to me" I said with the most soothing voice I know.
 
"I’m not crying. I’m angry" Boo said in an angry voice.
 
"I knew that but I also knew when that anger…" I said.
 
"Shut up!" Boo interrupt.
 
"…subside, you always end up crying" I said.
 
"Shut up!" He shouted.
 
"Why are you so afraid of me?…" I paused.
 
"Please tin, please" he beg. His voice shaking.
 
"…I’m just saying -" I can’t continue.
 
Then there’s silence.
 
"Dont be too hard on yourself. You don’t need to make it difficult, you know" I said. I want to cry. I’ve seen him cry before. If I could only cry for him. Why don’t he just simply let go? Let it go. There’s more to life than her. I wish I could say that.
 
"I know, I wish I could make it easier." Boo said with a deep sigh.
 
"You have me!" I said. I am volunteering again. Volunteering? That’s what he calls it.
 
"Yeah, I know! Should I say thank you? Thank you, really!" Boo said.
 
"Then what’s holding you back?" I said.
 
"I like you, but…" Boo said. Like? That’s it?
 
"But what?" I said.
 
"Nothing. Nevermind" Boo said. There it goes. He’d always wrapped it up with "Nevermind."
 
"Keeping me in the dark will not help, I’ll always have a light. When are you gonna stop doing that? It hurts!" I said.
 
"I’m sorry! It’s just that…" Boo said. There it goes again.
 
"But what? It’s just that what?" I said. I’m disapointed. If I could only grab him and shake the words out of him. He never have difficulty of breaking it down to me before. Is this a good sign?
 
"Please don’t raise your voice on me! Why don’t you just leave me alone? P*****-**a!" Boo cursed - raising his voice. Well if he doesn’t want to talk, he could hang up. But not this time I think he needs it.
 
"Hey! That’s totally uncalled for. You know, I’ve changed." I said.
 
"Sure you have!" Boo said. He’s my unbeliever. Still I love him.
 
"I have!" I said.
 
"Whatever!" Boo said.

"I’ve read you blog" I said changing the topic.
 
"So?" Boo said.
 
Then there is silence again. I couldn’t say any word, he’s mad. Is he crying? Go ahead ask.
 
"Boo? Hello? Are you crying?" I asked.
 
"No I’m not! I’m sorry." Boo say breaking the silence.
 
"It’s okay. Told you I’ve changed'’ I said.
 
"It has only 2 entries. Don’t know if I’ll post more" Boo said.
 
"What I mean is your "other" blog. I’ve read all the entries before you’ve closed it. I am checking your new one. There’s only 2, right?" I said.
 
"Yes!"
 
"So that’s what you have been doing. Someone told someone about it and that someone told me about it" I said.

"Not all the time, you knew me, always on the quest to eliminate boredom" Boo said. Eliminate?
 
"I can do that too!" I said
 
"The what?" Boo asked.
 
"Eliminate your boredom" I said with a big smile on my face.
 
Silence. Again. Is it too much for an invitation?
 
"Just kidding, I mean I can do blog too" I said. That’s not what I really meant.
 
"Really? Who do you blog for?" Boo said.
 
"Yes!" I said. Who do you blog for? Err..
 
"You’re not the type, you couldn’t even make a friendster account" He teased.
 
"I just have to get help from some friends then, watch me!" I laughed.
 
"Good luck! I got to go. I have this DVD - Adaptation, wanna watch it with me?" Boo say. Is he flirting? I like that.
 
"I’d love to. Wish I could." I mean it.
 
"I really need to go, thanks for the call" Boo say. appreciation that’s all I need.
 
"Boo don’t cry, ok?" I said.
 
"I’ll try. Good night! Bye!" Boo said. I’ll try?
 
"Night. Bye…" I paused.
 
He hang up.
 
"…I love you!" It was too late. I should have spoken earlier.
 
I just found my reason.

(The source is a recorded cellphone conversation. I personally trancribed and translated it to english. Sensitive details are omitted to protect the persons involved. Boo is a real person but it’s not his real name. So Boo if you read this you’d know it’s you!)