One evening, while hanging out together doing chores, me folding clothes and he ironing, I thought it would be fun to quiz him, cause it's been a while since he brushed up on his tagalog..
Me: what's "tiger" in tagalog?
Me: what's "lion"?
Pranav: "hmmm...i forgot..."
Pranav: "uhmm... i forgot..."
Me: how about "dog"?
(The funny part is, I have never mentioned the word "pato" to him before, so it was hilarious that he actually said that -- i have no idea where he got that from!)
The conversation ends with me telling him what the correct names for the animals were.
The next day...
Me: Do you remember? what's "pato" again?
Pranav: (in super pabibo mode, with matching big proud smile) "DAGA!!!"
*again, i have no clue where he heard "daga" from! Such a funny guy. I smile and laugh out loud whenever I remember this conversation.
Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon
I am overwhelmed with sadness. Today is a sad day. An icon of my childhood, gone too soon. Such a brilliant performer, and so much a part of our lives. If only the respect and adoration was given to him while he still could hear the praises and the tributes, instead of the scandals and controversies that seemed to plague him especially during the last years of his life.
I am so sad, to the point of being heart broken. What a waste. He gave so much of himself as an artist, and as a person wanting so desperately to experience the childhood he never had, but then at the end of it all still lived such a sad, strange life. I pray he is finally happy now. RIP Michael.
I am reposting this entry I wrote several years ago. Happy Father's Day, Dad! I love you much!
Sunday, June 19, 2005
THANK YOU, DAD
Today is Father's Day, all over the world. Though I
wasn't able to speak to my dad, I sent him an sms and
was actually chatting with him (and my mom) last
night, and was even able to 'see' him & say goodnight.
I went to church today, and the service was all about
Fathers. I was remembering my dad so much, and so many
parts of the word brought tears to my eyes. I miss my
dad. I can never get used to being thousands of miles
away, no matter how much time has passed. My heart
will always long for home. And it's my mom and dad I
miss most of all.
Indeed how blessed I am for being born into my family,
for having parents such as mine. I grew up
priviledged, and had a happy childhood. How I was
brought up is something I'm very proud of, because it
has given me character, which has proven to be most
useful, now that I'm far from my family. I sometimes
watch other people, and wonder. What could have
happened to them in their life that made them the way
I know I am the way I am because I grew up this way. I
have parents who love each other, and who are actually
good friends. Till today, I see them still so
connected to each other. They are each others'
partner. They still kiss and they cuddle. They are
true-blue foodies, enjoying new places as much as
their old faithfuls. They watch movies together, go
gimmick together. They sing together. They dance
together. I love watching them dance, having fun and
being happy together.
I have my dad to thank for this and a lot more. My
dad, who works hard from morning till night to finish
jobs he has set out to do. When I was growing up, even
if he had to stay late at the office, he made sure we
still spent quality time. I grew up going to the beach
every summer (and christmas), Caliraya almost every
weekend in the summer, the zoo, the parks, the movies, the plays,
the shows (Holiday on Ice every single year -- even until
My dad who is everyone's dad, even my cousins, they
seek his advice and find comfort in his wisdom. My dad
who is the mediator in family disputes, whose counsell
everyone trusts. My dad who loves his employees, who
is good to their families.
My dad who is always wanting the best for his
children, giving even when it hurts. My dad who has
supported me and my (in)decisions, not always happy
with the choices I've made, but has given me my own
space, and allowed me room to grow and and make my own
mistakes and learn from them.
My dad is a good provider. He is a good son, and
brother, and husband. My dad is the best dad, not only
because he is MY dad, but because it is true. Anyone
who has met my dad can attest this.
My dad who is ever affectionate, always hugging and
kissing. My dad who so openly expresses his love for
his family. Who never fails to tell me how much he loves me,
misses me and how he wishes he could hug me right now.
I know for a fact that my dad is a rare breed, and I
could search the world over and never find anyone who
can quite compare to him. No man can ever replace
what my dad is to me. Ever.
Thank you, Dad, for all that you have done and are
continuing to do for us, your family. You know I would
never be where I am if not for you, and I would never
be who I am without your wisdom, support, guidance
and love. For having you as my dad, I am truly
blessed. I love you, Daddy! Happy Father's Day.
Oh Lord that You would
Bless me indeed, and
enlarge my territory.
Let Your hand be upon me
to keep me from evil so
that I may not cause pain.
I am waiting for something big to happen, and I am praying, and waiting on His perfect timing.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009 | | 1 Comments
Oh my, my, my! Thanks, Toni, for the heads up.
I CAN'T WAIT! I CAN'T WAIT! I CAN'T WAIT!!!
I so need this right now...
We've been having really lovely weather here the past few days, and I'm hoping it will remain bright and sunny throughout my days off. I am so in need of a vacation and how I wish hitting the beach, as we do in Manila, were as easy.
Sun + Sand = Happiness.
I'm so, so tired. And so, so fed up.
I need to feel the sun on my face and the sand between my toes.
I wanna go home!!!!!!!!!!!!