Late post, circa 2008; The man who will always have my heart.

Writer's Note: I discovered this article tonight, as I browsed my drafts. And I recalled when I wrote it -- the day after we picked up Papa from the airport in January of 2008, when he was forced to retire from work due to sickness. Unfortunately, he did not get to walk me down the aisle last month. *sobs* 

He is a stranger to me. And yet something in him is very familiar.

I was excited, nervous, and anxious to see him for the first time… yet again.

After four years, there he was, standing in front of me, wobbling a bit, fragile, but smiling. I saw in his eyes this overwhelming happiness. I hugged him, careful not to crush his very weak state.

And we went to the car. I watched him with the corner of my eyes. And I remembered everything-- the way he makes me laugh, his crazy stories, his antics. I remember perfectly how he so dearly calls me “Til-til” with his Visayan accent. I remember how annoying he can get, especially when he talks like he knows everything (well, yes, he does knows everything), his wisdom, his hunger for knowledge, his passion for everything that he does.

And I remember, how every year, I would mourn for him leaving me, and the people who loves him.

He must’ve mourned greater. After all, it was him who's out there on his own, in that war stricken jungle.

I remember the great moments I wish he witnessed and the lowest times when I wish he was there to comfort me.

But now, here he is in front of me, in his funny usual self. And I’m at awe.

I thought I’ve loved a man so great already. But this man, in front of me, is my greatest love.

My father.

My hero.

I’m proud to be called his daughter, to bear his name. He had my heart ever since.

One day, God will give me a man with a beautiful heart like his. And my hero, will walk me down the aisle, to the man who best deserves his “Til-til.”

ho hum.. pinks..

The Perfect Ending Lyrics
Artist(Band):Straylight Run Taken in context
It's not a bad thing
But when you start to pick it apart
It gets so depressing
It's that sort of thing
That makes you think too much
It's that sort of thing
That makes you lose your objectivity

So, if you made it
Just be glad that you did and stay there
If you ever feel loved or needed
Remember that you're one of the lucky ones
And if it's over
Just remember what I told you
It was bound to happen
So, just keep moving on
There's no perfect endings

You peel back the layers
And get down to the inside
But sometimes you lose sight
Of what it was you were trying to find
And it's that sort of thing
That makes you think too much
It's that sort of thing
That makes you lose your objectivity

So, if you made it
Just be glad that you did and stay there
If you ever feel loved or needed
Remember that you're one of the lucky ones
And if it's over
Just remember what I told you
It was bound to happen
So, just keep moving on
There's no perfect endings
No perfect endings


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ugghh. :P

TXTmis

Textmis = chismis, kwento, istroya, hakahaka. Lahat ng iyan nagaganap sa bawat isang “message sent.”

Ngunit ngayon, ako ang bida. O dili kaya, “supporting actress.”

Mabuti pa nga ang langgam, pagnagkikita lamang naguumpukan at nagtsitsismisan. Ang tao, aba! Kahit hindi magkakitaan panigurado, mahaba ang antenna sa tsismisan.

Hindi naman itinatago eh. Naniniwala lang ako na may tamang oras para sa lahat. Isa na rito ang paghahayag ng balita. Eh kaso, may paniniwala nga pala ang ibang tao. Ano ka ba Tets, nalimutan mo na ba? Kaya nga naghahaka para mapadali ang pagsasabi ng balita. Asus! Ayan, naunahan ka tuloy.

Tsk..tsk..pambihira. O ayan, para sa ikatatahimik ng iyong kalooban, ang sagot sa iyong katanungan… isang malaking “OO.”

May iba pa bang katanungan?