During normal times, or “peace” times with my dad… we normally chill together, listening to music. That’s my past time with my dad. He’d normally tell me stuff and sometimes we just listen… it’s a really nice pass time... because I get to chill at the same time bond with my dad.
Family is really important to me. People, I’m only human, of course at times I do get irritated by my mom, dad or sister, HELLO! I’m only a teenager, and I have my rights to my emotions. And after all, that’s just what they are, ‘emotions’ temporary extreme feelings.
Back to my story… Listening to music, chillin’ with my dad, is one of my favorite pass times along with talking to my mom. Hahaha. My dad really loves music, I bet if he didn’t have me and my sister, he’d treat his speakers like his babies. Hahaha…
For a long time now, my dad lost his music room. He gave up a lot to keep this household running, including his passion. I love my dad. And I admire the sacrifices that he had made for this “family” life that he had chosen. I guess we really are what we decide. My dad isn’t a businessman by heart, he’s a DJ. In order to focus n the family business my dad gave up DJ-ing… he had to learn a lot, focus on one thing and do all that in a limited amount of time. We can’t all ways do everything, and multitasking normally ends up in a “distributed” effort, therefore less promising results as opposed to focusing on one thing at a time. That’s what my dad did, he focused on the family business, leaving DJ-ing behind.
Hay, My dad, My dad… Regardless of how many time me and my dad argue, fact is I love him very much… and sad thing is that I don’t always tell him that.
A while back, me and my dad had a big fight… and I have a high enough pride to be able to prolong this ‘apathy’ treatment that I’ve been giving him. I stopped saying “good night”, “I love you”, or anything “father-daughter” like. I stopped speaking to him. And it’s only recently that we’ve been able to start “bonding” again. Ngayon nalang kami uli naguusap ng maayos. Ngayon nalang uli kami nagkakasundo ng matagal. I missed it too.
Taas kasi minan ng pride ko eh… haha. And I got it from him! One of my favorite things to say is: “The reason why me and my dad argue all the time is that in so many ways, I am so like him and he is irritated by him” hahaha. I am as brave, stubborn, proud and hard headed as he is. So that’s why I think we always argue hahaha. Because we both don’t know how to quit a fight. Hahaha :D
But at the same time, this fact that I am like him, is the reason why he can’t stay mad at me for long. He ends up being the one who shows humility first… especially if he is the first one who lost his temper during the fight. Fact is, I don’t cry. Hahaha. I am not a cry baby (in public anyways). Only a handful of people have seen my cry… and normally it’s about something really ---“something” to me… Point is, I can go through a fight w/o crying, I can go through anything without crying (during the process)… The only time when I cry is… well let’s leave that to your imagination. Hahaha. Basically kaya din tumatagal ng todo ung away namin ni tatay, is because I DON’T CRY. Hahaha d ako nagpapaAwa! Hahaha unlike my sister… YUK. Hahaha. PATHETIC. Lahat dinadaan sa iyak. My dad doesn’t see that in me, that thing called “remorse” I don’t have that during a fight… hehe I have that after the fight. Hehe
in so many ways i am like my dad... we both like music, we both love movies... we both are hardheaded, stubborn, hotheaded, lokos... hahaha. we both aren't "saintly" good nor "notoriously" evil... hehehe just in the middle.. i guess? hahaha... point is... maloko kaming dalawa. hahaha. That's why maybe kadamihan sa barkada ko, ay lalaki, because, i dont get along with dumbass-girls (girls who are too sensitive to even appreciate a joke, ung onting matamaan lang, iiyak na? or onting majoke lang pikon na or pacute na). hahaha >:)
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