YOUTUBE: Let It Go – Frozen – Alex Boyé (Africanized Tribal Cover) Ft. One Voice Children’s Choir

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YOUTUBE: WHO AM I?

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Remembering a Selfless Man

On the 2nd of October, I lost one of the strongest rocks that I have ever leaned on. Since, I have not written something that could account how I truly felt about what happened. Those that I have written about it have been too shallow to even begin how I really felt. It’s because I felt scared to even think about it, and probably because I felt the need to hold myself together. Being the eldest in the family, I felt the need to be strong for my family and not show any sign of vulnerability at any moment. For the days that followed (about 55 days) I detached, alienated, myself from any emotion. I thought only of the many things that I needed to do during my 3-week leave.

After spending time with my family, I had to go back Cebu City where I work as a Research Analyst. Those moments of solitude, away from my family and away from the people I have been carefully hiding my feelings from, have been were one of the darkest ones I’ve ever had, and mind you I’ve had very dark days. I have never felt so emotionally stripped down, naked, so vulnerable; even though I was physically overdressed.

A good friend of mine told me that I had to go through such feelings, no matter how difficult, just to move on. She was right. I didn’t realize that I had been in denial. I knew he was physically gone, but that was just that. I tend to rationalize things. I kept on rationalizing these events, ridding these thoughts of any emotional association. I tried to find reasons explaining this foreign phenomenon (that was how I really considered it at that time), convincing other people that it was okay or it was for the better, when in fact it was I that needed the convincing. Processing my own emotions was a feat in itself; that had been my Achilles’ heel since time immemorial. What made this ordeal even harder was trying to recall when the last time I got to talk with my dad. In all honesty, I don’t remember. The only thing that I could remember was telling him that I love him. How could I not remember our last conversation? But then again, it didn’t really matter. What happened happened. I am contented with the fact that I told him those words, and that those were the last words I ever told him.

On the brighter side of things, the event drew us closer as a family. It placed things in perspective, and I know each of us was able to take something valuable (in terms of life lesson 🙂 that is).

My dad may not have been the perfect man, husband, or father…but he was perfectly imperfect. Had it not been for his imperfections, I would not be the stronger and better person I am now. And for that I am grateful.

My dad was a selfless person who had helped countless others…that is his legacy. A legacy that I hope I could continue.

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An Ode to my Father

The Chameleon

Back when I was just learning how to walk

When my mouth and my brain

Weren’t coordinating

When it was a pain

Trying to explain

To a bunch of grown ups

Who got fed up

Trying to understand

What I was saying

Hey, I barely knew how to talk

He was there

He understood

 

When I got a year older

I started running ‘round halls

Kick some balls

Bumped into walls

Got lost in malls

I burnt a lot of mileage

Caused a lot of damage

Earned a lot of red badges

of courage

As if falling down once was not enough

I felt tough

I was bolder and better

The world just got bigger and tougher

He was there

 

Fast forward to a troubled year

When everything was but smooth

Talk about a rebelling youth

Searching for a sign, a proof

The truth

I used to beg…

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An Ode to my Father

Back when I was just learning how to walk

When my mouth and my brain

Weren’t coordinating

When it was a pain

Trying to explain

To a bunch of grown ups

Who got fed up

Trying to understand

What I was saying

Hey, I barely knew how to talk

He was there

He understood

 

When I got a year older

I started running ‘round halls

Kick some balls

Bumped into walls

Got lost in malls

I burnt a lot of mileage

Caused a lot of damage

Earned a lot of red badges

of courage

As if falling down once was not enough

I felt tough

I was bolder and better

The world just got bigger and tougher

He was there

 

Fast forward to a troubled year

When everything was but smooth

Talk about a rebelling youth

Searching for a sign, a proof

The truth

I used to beg him to stay

But those troubled times I pushed him away

But he never quit

Amid

The terrible things I did

For the longest time,

I committed the vilest of crime

That is…to see only hurts of mine

I failed to see

That he

Was also hurting

I was way out of line,

And I kept it that way

I was mad, I felt trapped

I didn’t understand

Why I had

A deeply rooted rage,

With a range

From hate to spite

Nothing I did was right

He just looked at me

As long as he could possibly

Then hugged me.

Tightly.

Very tight

Telling me it’s all going to be all right

I cried

I was contrite

When I realized

 

The pain I caused you

I was hurt, but so were you

I was lost…you were too

At times when I was not there for you

But, still, you were there

 

You were always there for us, for me

You are always with us, with me

And always be

The Lego Story (YouTube: LegoStory)

 

I’m a fan of lego, so I thought, why not have another category dedicated for lego only. Oh yeah! So here’s the first post.

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Random Thought of the day: 20130920

Wisdom comes not from knowing everything..nor does it come from being right all the time.

No. Wisdom comes from accepting that you don’t know everything and that you still have a lot to learn..it comes from admitting that you make mistakes and could be wrong.

Random Thought of the day: 20130920

Wisdom comes not from knowing everything..nor does it come from being right all the time.

No. Wisdom comes from accepting that you don’t know everything and that you still have a lot to learn..it comes from admitting that you make mistakes and could be wrong.

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