||Saturday, August 22, 2009||
Upon the skies of blue..i found you. | 8/22/2009 11:39:00 pm
i was soooooo bored, i tried to sign back on blogspot again to check out my DUST AND COB-WEBBED FILLED blog.
It's abosolutely HILARIOUS n RIDICULOUS.
I was a kid, who didnt want to admit that i'm a kid. I wish that i could say that i'm not a kid anymore. But tt's not really up to me. Perhaps, time moulds people. Things that happened changed people. And that's what it did to me.
It brings back the ever-so sensational and enjoyable memories. ha! now, it's the time i can say "Those were the days....". :)
Well, 2 or 3 years ago,when i still bothered to blog, my dad was not ill, he was not diagnosed of Lymphoma and he was, still very much alive. He was my dad, my old man, my not-so-close-friend, my papa. He was fierce, bad tempered and i often cant escape from his chiding if i've done something outrageous, like i still do.
But soon after he found out he was not his old-self anymore, things changed in these family. a bittersweet way i would describe.
Papa's more mellow, mom's turned more caring for pa and the 3 of us,sisters would bury our heads together to discuss what to do to "save" daddy whenever pa's off to the hospital. Pa couldnt and didnt want to raise his voice at us anymore. He would let da jie make many decisions, he even had to allow her to take over his role as a breadwinner for the family. He harboured much shame and guilt that he had to pass on the baton to his daughter who was then, only 25. Pa was a kind and gifted man. He taught me whatever he can in the everyday life and i really miss the little lessons that he made for me. He often exaggerate them so that i would find it interesting. But it's not the only his "lessons" that i missed, it's his voice, his laughter when he was telling those stories and his smile...
Pa is gone for almost a year now. There is no word in the world that could measure how much i could talk about and what i would want to say to him. I've done enough stupid things and made enough heartless decisions to be dragged to hell. I've neglected Pa for the most part. Chosen someone who let me down in the end. I'll never be able to forgive myself...
The tattoo on my back says "World's #1 Dad" and in about 2 weeks time the name "Michael" will be engraved into my skin. It's the greatest honour for me to have you as a father,Pa. what you did and what you've gone through is undoubtedly the bravest. For us and for yourself, you fought to the very end.
I'm sorry Pa. I love you too..
-Unfillial Child
Erica Janael.
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