I do not know that it is Father's Day today. I did not even catch my father when I woke up. It's not like it is not normal but it is actually a usual thing for us. We greet each other Happy 'whatever' day but we don't really celebrate it except for major holidays like Christmas and New Year. But it doesn't mean that I am not thankful for what my father has done to me, well in fact, all the things that I want to do in life, I want to do for my parents, especially for my father who has worked so much, worked all his life for us. And it's like a serious mission for me. If there is one thing that I will always cry talking about, that's my father, my 'dade' who has never failed to be always there for me.
My dad has certainly peculiar characteristics. At many ways, he seems so ascetic for me in the sense that he never indulge himself in luxurious things except for his extravagance in coffee and crocodile branded shirt. That's all. This probably because, he really did not have this kind of living when he was young. He was a son of a farmer, he had to swim a river to get to school, carrying his old shoes up to keep it from getting wet, worked odd jobs to get himself to school, entered a military school and eventually became an officer after hard years of fending for himself. He would always tell us "Ako, anak lang ako ng magsasaka nakatapos ako, kayo anak kayo ng koronel, dapat mas malayo marating ninyo sa akin (I'm only a son of a farmer but I was able to finish school, and you are children of an officer (colonel), you should go farther than what I have reached."
Though he is never really that strict on us, like many people would see it because of his military bearing, he never came short on disciplining us. He is a man of few repetitive words which I got used to. I was never a daddy's girl probably why I learned how to be independent at an early age. He trusts us that we are smart and we know what to do, but there are shortcomings, of course, and we had to be accountable and receive his punishment from time to time, and trust me, it's like hell when he gets angry but most of the times, he is always open-minded. He is just so experienced and I know I can never ever beat that.
One of the things that I most admire about him is his patience. Sometimes I ask him, "Dad,how can you do that? You go out alone, jog 5 rounds along everyday, drink coffee afterwards and kill the long hours with just sitting and reading his newspaper, and sometimes watching people." For a pro-active girl like me, it's like death. But his kind of joy? It is so simple. I could never understand at all but it's just the way that makes him happy.
A man who literally hides whenever a visitor comes to the house, he is really shy. He is quiet and his best friends are his newspaper and his cup of brewed coffee. He only knows one channel, ANC. He is always updated with the current events and constantly gives me talk about politics etc He's actually a competition with the television but I will always yield.
A man who cares so much for his children. A shirtless father who carried and rushed me to the hospital when I had an accident and fainted bloody on the floor. I couldn't paint the worried look in his face when he was looking at the doctors suturing my wounds. The same happened when I was confined at the hospital for a couple of days. I am a hospital baby and I'd always blame myself for letting his blood pressure go high because he couldn't sleep out of worry. He does not like the hospital but he was always present when the people around us died- his first son, his first wife, my uncle, my brother-in-law, my grandmother.
He served as on officer for more than half a year of his life but he was one of those people who never exchanged his principles for a sum of money and I will always be proud of him. "I can't feed my children with dirty money or the money someone has worked very hard for."
There are so much more things about my dad that I am always proud of. An old man in such a quiet surface but has the experience of life and the heart of the greatest father in the world.
I do not know that it is Father's Day today. I did not even catch my father when I woke up. It's not like it is not normal but it is actually a usual thing for us. We greet each other Happy 'whatever' day but we don't really celebrate it except for major holidays like Christmas and New Year. But it doesn't mean that I am not thankful for what my father has done to me, well in fact, all the things that I want to do in life, I want to do for my parents, especially for my father who has worked so much, worked all his life for us. And it's like a serious mission for me. If there is one thing that I will always cry talking about, that's my father, my 'dade' who has never failed to be always there for me.
My dad has certainly peculiar characteristics. At many ways, he seems so ascetic for me in the sense that he never indulge himself in luxurious things except for his extravagance in coffee and crocodile branded shirt. That's all. This probably because, he really did not have this kind of living when he was young. He was a son of a farmer, he had to swim a river to get to school, carrying his old shoes up to keep it from getting wet, worked odd jobs to get himself to school, entered a military school and eventually became an officer after hard years of fending for himself. He would always tell us "Ako, anak lang ako ng magsasaka nakatapos ako, kayo anak kayo ng koronel, dapat mas malayo marating ninyo sa akin (I'm only a son of a farmer but I was able to finish school, and you are children of an officer (colonel), you should go farther than what I have reached."
Though he is never really that strict on us, like many people would see it because of his military bearing, he never came short on disciplining us. He is a man of few repetitive words which I got used to. I was never a daddy's girl probably why I learned how to be independent at an early age. He trusts us that we are smart and we know what to do, but there are shortcomings, of course, and we had to be accountable and receive his punishment from time to time, and trust me, it's like hell when he gets angry but most of the times, he is always open-minded. He is just so experienced and I know I can never ever beat that.
One of the things that I most admire about him is his patience. Sometimes I ask him, "Dad,how can you do that? You go out alone, jog 5 rounds along everyday, drink coffee afterwards and kill the long hours with just sitting and reading his newspaper, and sometimes watching people." For a pro-active girl like me, it's like death. But his kind of joy? It is so simple. I could never understand at all but it's just the way that makes him happy.
A man who literally hides whenever a visitor comes to the house, he is really shy. He is quiet and his best friends are his newspaper and his cup of brewed coffee. He only knows one channel, ANC. He is always updated with the current events and constantly gives me talk about politics etc He's actually a competition with the television but I will always yield.
A man who cares so much for his children. A shirtless father who carried and rushed me to the hospital when I had an accident and fainted bloody on the floor. I couldn't paint the worried look in his face when he was looking at the doctors suturing my wounds. The same happened when I was confined at the hospital for a couple of days. I am a hospital baby and I'd always blame myself for letting his blood pressure go high because he couldn't sleep out of worry. He does not like the hospital but he was always present when the people around us died- his first son, his first wife, my uncle, my brother-in-law, my grandmother.
He served as on officer for more than half a year of his life but he was one of those people who never exchanged his principles for a sum of money and I will always be proud of him. "I can't feed my children with dirty money or the money someone has worked very hard for."
There are so much more things about my dad that I am always proud of. An old man in such a quiet surface but has the experience of life and the heart of the greatest father in the world.
I'm Gixx. I started this blog two years ago when I tried to go about my insanity through documenting my musings in the night. I am now 21, graduate, again studying in law school, and I am still floating and fleeting from my existence and unconventional personality and way of living.
I maintain at least five websites but this is where I write about anything random. I read a lot of books. I love travel and I'm a sucker for zeal and wisdom.
I like to take risks. And that's where I learn. Then I write.
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