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The “Happy” in “Happy Father’s Day”

“Small circle, small circle, big circle. This is mama. This is papa, waving goodbye.”
 
 

I can’t remember the last time we celebrated Father’s Day with Daddy. I also am not sure if he could recall any memory of him being with us during that special day. You see, my dad has been working in the US for 22 effin’ years.

For that reason, I really am not a big fan of Father’s Day. It kinda makes me sad that my dad is not around for the nth time in observing what’s supposed to be his day.

I am thankful though, that he gets to be home once every two years. If he’s lucky enough to be under a “heaven sent” employer, a yearly visit to the Philippines is quite possible.What is clear to me however, are the moments when he bids goodbye to us in the airport. I used to cry a lot when I was younger, and it takes days before I snap out of the sadness and be back to live the normal life again.

When Dad visits, he usually stays here for three weeks. Since I work in Batangas, I see it to that I’d be the one to fetch him in the airport. The three-week stay seemed to be very fast for us. I sometimes get mad at Dad whenever he stays here on school days, when I’ve been requesting that he plans his vacation during summer, so I could spend more time with him. I am not complaining about my work – just saying that I wish I could get to be a full-time daughter to him when he’s here.

“As fathers commonly go, it is seldom a misfortune to be fatherless; and considering the general run of sons, as seldom a misfortune to be childless.”
                                                        –Lord Chesterfield
 
 

I can’t say I’m fatherless, because I get to speak with my Dad almost everyday; we spend time together at least. Didn’t I say that I used to cry buckets of tears when he is about to leave? Now that I’ve grown in age, I feel like that little girl again – I find it hard to compose myself not to cry. Maybe because I wonder, how long does he have to seek for greener pastures in a place so far from his family?

Well before I shed a tear or two, let me just say that this post is my way of greeting all the Pops out there a “Happy Father’s Day!” 😀 You are indeed God’s gifts to mankind.

I salute all the fathers in the world, especially the OFW daddies. I know that it’s hard for them to leave their families, as I have seen the agony in Dad’s face whenever he does… but because of love, still they choose to live up to the role that fathers are the best providers.

My shout-outs also to the single mommies, for playing dual roles at the same time. Mom has been like that for 23 years also, and from what I have seen, she gives a double effort to fill in the shortcomings of Dad.

"Because I couldn't find a picture of you, I just posted a picture of us instead."

Happy Father’s Day to you Dad! 🙂 Eventhough you don’t get to read what I have written (because that’s how you hate being in front of the computer), I know this would get to you somehow. Thank you for being the best, even if at times you feel that you aren’t even close to being one. You will always be an epitome for me, of what “sacrifice” and “love” mean. I am praying for you always. I love you so much! 🙂

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What If Love Came In Coupons?

If love came in coupons, would you fall in line to get one?

The idea of selling emotions sounds a lot of fun.

 

 

If love came in coupons, would you share one with me?

However, the question, is your love for free?

 

 

If love came in coupons, divide ’em in three.

One for you.

 

One for me.

 

One for eternity.

🙂

What If Love Came In Coupons?

 

PROJECT itunes: Attack of the Playlist (Surprise#05)

Surprise #05

Spotlight on:

Seasons of Love (Rent)

Remember the love. 🙂

 

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
six hundred minutes,
five hundred twenty-five thousand
moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
six hundred minutes,
how do you measure- measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets,
in midnights, in cups of coffee,
in inches, in miles,
in laughter, in strife?
In five hundred twenty-five thousand
six hundred minutes
how do you measure
a year in the life?
How about love? (3X)
Measure in love.
Seasons of love (Seasons of love)
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
six hundred minutes,
five hundred twenty-five thousand
journeys to plan.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
six hundred minutes,
how do you measure
the life of a woman or man?
In truths that she learned
or in times that he cried?
In bridges he burned
or the way that she died?
It’s time now, to sing out
though the story never ends.
Let’s celebrate,
remember a year
in the life of friends.
Remember the love (3X)
Measure in love.
Measure, measure your life in love.
Seasons of love…

From the musical (Broadway film/play) RENT, this song is a very popular piece among show and church choirs. Despite the complex musical arrangement especially at the end (when the soprano belts her thing), many still attempt to sing this melodic masterpiece of Jonathan Larson.

Though it’s a hard piece to sing, I still love it. Only a few nights ago, I was able to listen to Coro Tomasino’s rendition of the song. The clean notes only tell me that I need to practice more. :>

The message of the song is clear and simple: man’s life is measured not by any unit there is that science or mathematics can provide. The five hundred twenty-five thousand and six hundred minutes of a year cannot be measured alone by the times we face success or defeat.

So how do we really measure a year?

We measure life by the relationships we create.

We measure life in the smiles we put on other people’s faces.

We measure life by the number of people whose lives we have touched so dearly.

 

We measure life in LOVE. ❤ ❤ ❤

🙂

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PROJECT itunes: Attack of the Playlist.

Music. Madness. Me.

;)

 

 

PROJECT itunes: Attack of the Playlist (Surprise#04)

Surprise #04

Spotlight on:

Back For Good (Take That)


I guess now it’s time for me to give up
I feel it’s time
Got a picture of you beside me
Got your lipstick mark still on your coffee cup
Got a fist of pure emotion
Got a head of shattered dreams
Gotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind now

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood

Unaware but underlined I figured out this story
It wasn’t good
But in the corner of my mind I celebrated glory
But that was not to be
In the twist of separation you excelled at being free
Can’t you find a little room inside for me

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood

And we’ll be together, this time is forever
We’ll be fighting and forever we will be
So complete in our love
We will never be uncovered again

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood

I guess now it’s time, that you came back for good

Take That. The super boyband where Gary Barlow and Robbie Williams started to make names. This song remains to be a hit these days, popular among those who love to listen to cheesy yet heartbreaking songs and the best of the 90’s music.

Being one of the firsts I learned to play in the guitar, “Back For Good” is easy to sing along with. The melody is very catchy – so catchy that one hearing could make you belt the notes out.

Here is another rendition performed by the equally-talented hottie Alejandro Manzano of Boyce Avenue:

I featured “Back For Good” mainly because…

this is the jam you could listen to when the rain’s just pouring mad…

and well, if you choose to take some time off and switch that “emo” button on. 😉

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PROJECT itunes: Attack of the Playlist.

Music. Madness. Me.

;)

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