Friday, February 4, 2011

Ang tatay ko... (My father)

my tatay and nanay on my wedding day

It has been sixteen years to the day when I lost the one person in my life who understands me the most. My father.

The day he was laid to rest, I kept in his room for more than a week... only trying to lock to memory that familiar scent he had reminding me of how he was while he was with me.

My father was the wisest man I know. Usually quiet and reserved but always arrogant when he talks about his son. Sometimes I'd be shy when I hear about how he exaggerates my small accomplishments, but I guess that's how fathers are.

I miss my father... I miss my TATAY! He was always there at my lowest points, and he was there to celebrate my finer points. I've been an orphan for 16 years... and I still remember every wise verse he'd said. At this lowest point, I wish he were here to say something wise... then I'd be okay.

Mahal na mahal kita, 'tay.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

my new life

Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
Friedrich Nietzsche
German philosopher (1844 - 1900)