When Life Tries To Make You Bipolar

(Note: This may sound like a rant. So beware. Hehe.)

To hear the great news out of the blue that my mom won in a noontime TV show made my day yesterday. I was literally smiling and laughing inside and out. It’s just unbelievable.

I couldn’t contain the happiness. I tried calling my sisters a couple of times to share the news. But, they weren’t picking up their phones. One was in class. The other left her phone at home.

So I could let it all out, I shared the story to my colleagues. They were happy as well.

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I couldn’t wait until it is 7PM. I initially have a plan of going to the gym after work. I’m thrilled to get that over with and head home to chat with my family about the experience. My family’s very talkative especially in happy occasions like this. I wanted to hear the story from the beginning.

Half an hour before my shift ends, one of our customers texted me, complaining about the service he received from us. I can sense his frustration with the words he used and the cussing.

To My Papa and To All The Fathers In The World

The earliest memory I had of my father was when he brought me to ‘Boom na Boom.’ I think I was 2 or 3 by then. I don’t really remember all the things we did in that amusement park. What remains as a remnant of that memory is those few seconds after I woke up from my slumber. It was late at night. I was sitting on his shoulders and my face leaning against his curly, frizzy hair. As I open my eyes, I can see the lights from the Ferris Wheel and some rides around us. I think it was a perfect picture of a dad and son having a great time together.

I can say that he is NOT the best dad in the entire world, that he is not perfect. I believe he is aware of that. I sometimes fight with him because of his deficiencies as a father. But I love him. And I’m thankful to God for him. He is such a great person.

More than his hardships, his scanty but hard-earned provisions, his rare but felt presence, I admire him for teaching me the way of life. He taught me how to live with principles. He taught me that you should fight – fight hard – for what you believe in even if that kills you. He taught me that knowledge helps you survive school but being streetwise helps you survive life. He taught me how to take care of our family. That family comes above self. He taught me that friends and neighbors are also important in life. 

Too Young, Too Old

Einstein’s Way is Simple