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That Awkward Moment When

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crying dad


A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.

SON: ‘Daddy, may I ask you a question?’

DAD: ‘Yeah sure, what it is?’ replied the man.

SON: ‘Daddy, how much do you make an hour?’

DAD: ‘That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?’ the man said angrily.

SON: ‘I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?’

DAD: ‘If you must know, I make $50 an hour.’

SON: ‘Oh,’ the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: ‘Daddy, may I please borrow $25?’

The father was furious, ‘If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don’t work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.’

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:

Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn’t ask for money very often The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.

‘Are you asleep, son?’ He asked.

‘No daddy, I’m awake,’ replied the boy.

‘I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier’ said the man. ‘It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the $25 you asked for.’

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. ‘Oh, thank you daddy!’ he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.

The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.

The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

‘Why do you want more money if you already have some?’ the father grumbled.

‘Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,’ the little boy replied.

‘Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.’

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.
It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.

Do remember to share that worth of your time with someone you love. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours… But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

awkward cats
so there, kahit alam ko na yung kwento e muntik na akong maluha, until itong mga pusa ang next na nagparamdam sa view ko.

When Not to Watch the Walking Dead?

It is always okay to watch the Walking Dead.

It is okay, even if I am alone, shrieking with myself when the zombie/walkers/biters/herd attack. It is okay to while eating lunch and snacks with the gory and bloody encounters. It is even okay to watch it while playing with my toddler. I’ve done that all.

Yet, that is is just for me.

Because the horror is not from the zombies, not the dead. It is from those surviving and the dilemma they have in lieu with their lives. It is the frightening nightmare that haunts me even when dreaming, my only escape from this unreliable reality.

But there is one case when watching the Walking Dead could be far real than the dilemmas in zombie apocalypse. And I should have realized that earlier.

I have a father who is half dead with the other half hanging for life. And it hit me just this morning. The morning after I finished every available episode of the series. I got a call from my sister, telling me to go the hospital. My Dad had a seizure. My dad had survived his 4th stroke leaving him paralyzed, and this seizure, recorded as his 6th stroke, could leave him more immobile, with a few more movements from the further seizures to follow.

That would be very painful to him. Very painful to me, to our family.

I assisted him in the CT-Scan room and he wouldn’t stop jerking, turning his head, swinging his arm. I talked to him that it would only take five minutes. He raised his hand. I held it. He tried to put it on my nape, as if he was to whisper to me. I heard murmurs, but they were meaningless. Maybe he really wanted to tell me something, but this Aphasia wan’t letting him. The doctor, my cousin told me that my dad wasn’t himself. And that made sense when my dad pull me closer to his face, with his mouth open, that i could smell his breath, that i wouldn’t dare to describe.

The thought that came that moment would be or could be funny, but I couldn’t make a laugh out of it. I thought my dad has turned into a walker, and he would devour me. Yes that is too much of Walking Dead, but him turning would have made him dead. And that is the real scary thought. How can i joke about him turning into one when that joke would imply us losing him. I just couldn’t. I can’t. And i don’t know why.

Walking Dead shouldn’t be watched when you are near the existential question: What is this life all about? Why do we have to live when in the end, we’re all gonna die? Why keep fighting, when in reality, dying is the most practical thing to do? Why pull of ’till tomorrow what you can do today?

I don’t have the answer to that.

I don’t want to answer that.

As the year opened, I’ve visited two wakes, one is for my good friend’s dad, the other, for a co-worker. This weekend, we are to visit a former classmate who succumbed to Fungal Meningitis. Three deaths, and i prayed of no one close to follow. Because that wouldn’t be okay.

GSIS: Late Response Redefined

check out the dates
check out the dates

September 5, i started processing my Dad’s PhilHealth membership and retirement papers, hence i needed some signatures from the  GSIS. I had no idea how to do things, and i thought the easiest was to use the internet. After getting a number from the GSIS website, i called them, but nobody was answering. So i tried @talktoGSIS their twitter account. Akala ko, they would respond like MMDA, na hindi nata-trapik ang pagresponde sa mga katanungan ng masa. But no. walang reply. Until finally, na-late lang pala.

Pero iyun, para sa mga susunod na magtatanong, the GSIS contact number is 847-4747. TY.

The Happier Thought

“Ano kaya tayo kung wala itong dalawang ‘to?” Hasmin asked me referring to our two sleeping boys, Kuya Euan and Miguel two nights ago.

Without batting an eyelash, I answered, “Mas masaya.” And i am telling you, these lashes are long and dark and sexy, and these two boys got them lashes from their papa. But that is beside the point. The point is, I wasn’t lying. That was my first thing in mind, the brain to mouth action that at i have to defend, else, i’ll just say, “I am Abet, of course, that’s a joke.”

However, it was not. I do believe that Hasmin and I would be happier if that “what if” were today’s reality. And I should defend it not to anybody but to myself. Why could i have instinctively given that conclusion?

One would be my being a Sagitarrian. I am a free spirit, and as of the moment, these two kids are keeping me trapped. Not their fault, but as my my decision. Not because I want to be a good father, but because i want them to be good people someday. And it bores me to think of other people and not of myself. Yes i am selfish.

Sagittarian = Selfish.

Second, being a parent was never really in my dreams. I never had lots of dreams either. It is actually safe to say that unlike the some people in Les Miserables, the song “I Dreamed A Dream,” does not fit me. I am more of an “On My Own” guy, or person to be gender sensitive. I never had a dream. Things fall down into places for me. I don’t know if they are in the right places though, but they fall in places, wherever those locations are. However, not having a dream does not mean not having ideas of things that i don’t want to be. Like I don’t want to be a pilot. I mean that would be great, but it just did not fly into my mind. Maybe because not having a dream means not having a plan. Plans change, as of my experiences and it is frustrating. I just adapt and i am very good in doing so. But not planning. However, these two boys are requiring me to have that plan.

Dreams = Plan ≠ Like.

Third, for it should come in threes, sour graping is not my thing. Sour graping is a joke, my kind of joke, along with sarcasm and blasphemy. Just like when asked if it was okay for a groom to agree to have a gorgeous hunk strip off his clothes on his bride’s bridal shower. That that guy would be compared to him, his looks, his abs, his package, entire package. And i said, “Okay lang. Yang mga lalaking ganyan ang itsura, walang kinabukasan. Kaya nga sila kolboy.” That was a joke, a hasty generalization of the inggitero that i am. But reality is, sour graping is for losers whose lines are “nanalo nga sila pero nandaya naman,” “maganda nga, masama naman ang ugali,” and “sila na nga, pero maghihiwalay rin ‘yan.”

Contrary, my case now made me no loser. I feel so much blessed with these little monsters. They made me believe that a smile can really ease all the worries in the world and a hug can erase any self doubts in this crazy planet even for a moment. I am not saying that i am no, no loser. I win some, i lose some. I have had both, but whatever, i have my prize now. Two major prizes waiting for me every time i come home.

Yes, I could be travelling the world, or South East Asia to be more believable. I could be buying on spendthrift stores and  first hand shops. I could be hugging and snuggling and having great trucks with Hasmin in her never been pregnant shape in an IwanTV manner, which is Anytime, Anywhere. That would be happier, a so much happier thought. But i am happy right now. And that is enough. See, I am selfish. But i am not greedy.

Sagittarian = Selfish ≠ Greedy.

Hasmin. Miguel, Euan and Daddy
Hasmin. Miguel, Euan and Daddy