dad's day

I have never been so open in terms of showing affection to my Dad. Culture or the upbringing play great roles perhaps, but entirely I don't give a crap about this. In Philippine setting, boys showing affection to their dad seems somewhat a taboo. Just a thought though. I love my Papa, as I call him. He has been the pillar of my principles and everything that I learned about manliness or the like, I solely attribute it from him. My Dad is my hero. When all the boys in the world look at cartoon characters or superheroes as the epitome of strength and manly power, I look up at my Dad as my Superman.

I barely talk to my Dad about my life, my problems and my triumphs. I barely talk to him about school. I barely talk to him about girls. Pardon me, but I don't talk about girls to my Dad at all. My Dad scores high in this area and I, although I have a girlfriend right now, has not made much a scene in this area. However, my Dad has been a good role model to me. Our relationship is based on a mute trust, literally and figuratively. 

I remember when I was still a young kid, perhaps 8 years old, when I verbally abused my Papa. I don't know if it was due to stress (Kids do get stressed out sometimes) or the early kick of hormones or I was plainly stupid and rebellious. Like a modern day drama, I told my Dad, "you're a worthless piece of Dad...blah, blah, blah", along with a sickening, threatening eyes that could summon hell and heaven at the same time and a voice mustering all courage. But unlike fairy tales, I didn't have my happily ever after after  that, I was dumbfoundedly sick hearing myself utter those words. I was like slapped by an invisible hand and my conscience hurt. Right there and then, I apologized to my Papa with tear-drenched eyes. As fast as my short-lived courage welled-up from me was how fast my humility soared back to earth. From that time on, I never ever try to be stupidly brave again. 

Papa loves me and I can feel it even across seas and Philippine regions. And today, I honor him by being a grateful son. Love you, Pa. I know you won't be able to read my post, but who knows? 

Of Doctors and Titans

So many things happened to me last night and today. Lol.

Last night, I visited my girlfriend sa hospital. Hindi po siya nagkasakit or whatever, actually she's having her senior clerkship there. Senior clerkship is like the interneship in a hospital which happens when a med student enters his /her fourth year in Medicine. Sa madaling sabi, magiging doctor na ang honey ko. Tsk, tsk. I'm so excited for her. Daig ko pa nga ang Chowking delivery boy sa paghatid ng food. Kung sila may motorsiklo, I have my feet. Phew! At ang layo nun. Well, love is a happy act of service. Uwi pagkatapos.

Then kanina, I woke up so late kasi nga wala naman klase and I felt lazy. Sound trip. Then, my honey called me to fetch her from the hosptial since tapos naman yung 24-hour duty nya. She took a nap naman kasi last night kaya maintain pa rin niya ang kanyang freshness factor. Lol. We ate our lunch in Mang Inasal. Time check! It's already 3 pm. Lunch pa ba toh? I couldn't fathom her joy as she related to me what happened with her first duty. First time nga kasi. We watched Clash of the Titans after.

Clash of the TITANS

The whole movie was as entertaining as it was informative. I remembered my high school lessons in mythology. I like the movie in its totality especially the swashbuckling actions, the moving drama and the brilliantly done CGI effects. What caught my interest was the alluring beauty of Io, played by Gemma Arterton. She brought a touch of femininity in the whole movie, as it was filled with testosterone-filled warriors and abominable monsters. I was like staring at her the whole time. But the plot was quite shortchanged. Still, an eye candy!

The Durian Incident

Grabe. I was so pissed when I arrived in Davao International Airport and the guards started checking our baggage. I was with my friends and may dala kaming durian. Of course, being from Davao, that's the only thing na you can be proud of to bring as a pasalubong. Mantakin mo ba naman, they won't allow us to bring durian (inside a box). By the way, I was bound for Cagayan de Oro this time. *sigh*
Well, I would understand that this is their rule but they were inconsistent. Someone, a friend of a friend, had brought these treats to CDO before. When I relayed this information to the ticket personnel, he seemed to be perplexed and asked something to the person beside him. After waiting for some minutes, they told us that it's really not allowed. The problem now is, where will we leave this box? We were advised by the ticket personnel to leave it to the guard and the guard just shrugged his shoulder showing his uncooperative mood. *sigh* Grabe talaga.

So pumunta na lang kami sa guard near the gate and asked if pwede bang maiwan muna sa kanila ang box. Di daw pwede. Pero ang mga mata nila ay grabe kung makatingin nang malaman nila na durian yong laman. *sigh* I admired the personnel there for being so vigilant with the rules but at least they should be accommodating to those passengers who have problems like ours. Psychopath mode tuloy ako. Lagyan ko kaya ng cyanide?

Joke. Sorry, Lord. Kaw anong gagawin mo aber?

Ay si Lolo!

Si Lolo talaga.

Actually, it was almost midnight when my friend and I decided to buy sundae in McDo. Grabe, masyadong buhay pa 'yong gabi kasi dami pa ng tao at chog-chogs pa 'yong music. Loud and very enticing. So there, bili na kami ng sundae and diretso na sa house. We decided to eat it sa bahay na lang. We just walked, isa pa, malamig naman ang hangin and there were few people na lang sa daan. There's Lolo (he's not actually, but i think he is), coughing with the other hand at the back and the other outstretched to beg for my sundae. Sa isip-isip ko, inuubo na nga si Lolo, so why do I have to give him my sundae? I was about to give it but then, I saw something glowing at the back. Hmmm..it was actually a cigarette. *sigh* Naughty Lolo. Kaya pala inuubo. Disappointing si Lolo, so I brought my sundae home and let my cravings melt with it.

Tutulungan ko naman si Lolo eh, but my point is, dapat he has to help himself first. I have reasons to help him, but so many reasons not to. How about you? What will you do?

On Picnic and Tug-of-War

This afternoon, the children had picnic to formally close the school year. Hehehe. I'm giggling right now. It was a blast! So much fun. 'Yon chibogs to the max ang mga bata, at siyempre kami na din. It was a potluck, so sharing ang message noh. There were pizzas, cakes, puto, pasta, chicken, cookies and dozens of hungry mouths. Lol. After eating, we played the "walang kamatayang" tug-of-war and mind you, the dusts on my feet and my shirt are not enough to tell the real story. Sobrang saya talaga. A good way to end the school year...Laughter.
Siyempre, una mga Grade 1 vs Grade 2. Hala bira! It was a struggle. Kung baga, "eat the dust baby!" yung drama. It was quite windy outside and...dusty, as well. Pero tuloy pa rin. Ika nga nila, tuloy ang laban. So hila, hatak, hila, hatak...and guess who won? It was the Grade 1 students! Then next, Grade 3 vs Grade 4. Pull, pull, and more pull. And the Grade 4 won. Then comes the most exciting part, Level 1 vs Level 2 children. Of course, sangkatutak ang dami ng Level 1. Still, go pa rin sina kuya at ate, wanting to prove something. And there goes the small guys itching to beat their senior schoolmates. Hatak, hila, hatak, hila.... Dust, sweat, frowned ad struggling faces were the silent witnesses of that game. Bira doon, hatak dito. Hulaan nyo sino nanalo? Of course, the Level 1. But ayaw pumayag ng mga kuya, so a rematch was done. And still the older ones, proved to be unfavored by their number, lost the game. They just end it with a smile.
It was a great day! I'll post the pictures next time. ;)

The Parting

painting using strings

They say that parting is the hardest thing to do. But I say it's a memorable one for me. Today is the last day of our summer camp. There's so many things that were done for the supposedly last day. Well, the children that once entered here from the beginning of the summer class wears that face of uncertainty but now as I can see they were leaving the school with face marked with utter confidence and enjoyment. Well, it swells my heart every time I see them with those smiles and sometimes chuckles. These things were always an enigma of what it is to be a child. These young souls I know will someday continue the cycle of life. I am always hopeful that they will always endeavor to do their best in whatever role they will play in the scheme of life. Like the strings of paint, no matter how coiled the paths are but if you look at the whole picture and be as bright as the colors as always, constantly you will build a beautiful artwork.