Missing Tatay on Father's Day

We always celebrated father's day. This day meant creating greeting cards, buying cakes and ice creams, and some cheesy phone calls. I remembered my childhood days, our mother forced us to make cards for our tatay no matter how much i don't like it.

My father died six years ago but during this special day that i missed him the most. I remembered him tying my hair into ponytail. He likes me seeing that way. I remembered him looking at me without saying a word. I remembered him, smiling at me. I remembered our last talk, our last travel. I remembered the last time he got mad at me cos i want to be with my friends rather than accompanying him.

Among all of his children, I know i am his favorite. From the moment i was born i am my father's delight. Sometimes i dream of him yet every time it happened i can only saw his face and i cannot hear his voice.

I have't said i love him.

As one active oldtimer once said: " If you are not committed to something, you are just occupying space." And so, to be able to face the reality of growing older day by day, gracefully and meaningfully, we share the following prayer:

"Lord, you know better than i that I am growing older and someday will be old. Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion.

"Release me from craving to straighten out everybody's affairs. Make me thoughtful but not moody; helpful but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all... but you know Lord, that i want a few friends at the end.

"Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details... give me wings to get to the point. Seal my lips on the aches and pains. They are increasing and the love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by.

"I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others, but help me at least to endure them with patience.

"I dare not ask for improve memory but for a growing humility and a lessening cocksureness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken.

"Keep me reasonably sweet. I do not want to be a saint-some of them are so hard to live with-but a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the devil.

"Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places and talent in unexpected people. And give me the grace to tell them so."

--Anonymous

a day with them - (yesterday)

We went to cdo for mia's laptop and jofil's ipad/eepad/and phone and for the "Avengers" movie. It was a tiring day yet fun but i did not enjoy the show. I don't know perhaps because of the sound or because it was a big cinema.

This Joe here from Orlando Florida, caught our attention scolding crews from Peppeero. He wants a bucket of popcorn but only Jumbo sizes were available and he got mad. He said, crew's were lazy and they're not finding any ways to satisfy a customer, he knows the owner..blabla. he got this big mouth(haha) but somehow he may have a point but then he shouldn't done the american style of scolding an employee.