I miss my papa.

There are smells that take you back in time. Smells that bring back memories, nice, bad, happy or sometimes sad.

This afternoon the office smelled just like how I remembered my Papa's workplace smelled when I was ten or eleven years old. A distinct sanitized smell that I associate with computers and big electronic hardware. Like in a server room or a room full of computers.

During Saturdays, when he had to work, he would take me and my brothers with him. A ten year old kid looks forward to trips like these. The whole Telecoms Plaza building, all eight stories of it, airconditioned, with locked rooms and cabinets was a perfect place for my brother's and I to explore and make use our imagination.

We'd go up and down the elevator and stairs, crawl under tables, play hide & seek among the number of uninhabited rooms and cubicles. In the afternoon, we would sometimes fall sleep on the bare carpet under the big conference table while imagining what we would be like when we grow up.

I remember that my Dad will have the guard look for us during lunch and we will go to the office cafeteria and make us order whatever we want. I also remember when he showed us how to use the multicolored wires, found inside the big fat cable wires lying around in Engineer's room, to make ID strings.

I miss Papa, i wish we could be together more often.