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For a Father to Wear

Since I have posted my present for my mom, I might as well should post my gift for my father. Just to be fair. 😀

Converse Cap

I bought it on a friday during the night cafe – a bazaar of very affordable items in Divisoria. We had no class in PE but I waited all afternoon for the night shop. My father isn’t really fond of letters. He’s not so sentimental unlike my mom. I just felt like he wanted a cap so I bought him one. At first, it was so hard to choose from a pile of headgear. Yeah, it really was… until the very end. I had no idea what kind of style guys wear. You know, the color, the design, the fabric. I didn’t really know if he’d like what I’d buy. Would he go for the trending style or the classic one? Five buyers came and went, each took their time to choose from the assorted hats, but I still haven’t decided what I’d buy. I’ve been standing there like a fool. Until one guy came and picked up a second-hand original  Converse cap. First time I laid my eyes on it, I bet my father would like it. He’s one to like original and expensive stuffs. I found that out when he requested for Levi’s Jeans from my sis last Christmas. Then suddenly, that same guy eyed on another cap so he returned it on the rack (branded ones are hanged while those that are cheaper are piled like ukay-ukay). I got my chance and grabbed it immediately from the rack. I felt sorry for the guy. I think her girlfriend told him that the Converse looked nicer. They left after I took hold on it. I tried to bargain with the salesman but he wouldn’t agree. And so I paid for it. I realized it was worth the wait although it took me the whole afternoon for the night cafe to open up and almost an hour just to choose the right cap for my father’s head. When I gave him the cap, he was really happy and even immediately wore it to work  the very Father’s day. That made me happy too.

*****kind of a late post. Been busy for college the past weeks.

For a Mother to Keep

          Happy Mother’s Day to every mom! Well, I wouldn’t also forget to greet my grandmother. So here I am again, making a card for my mom. I’ve been doing this since childhood and the only times I didn’t was when we bought a cake instead. We’ve been flooded from last year’s typhoon Sendong and all the cards my mom kept that we, her children, have made,  are gone. So I decided I’d make another one this year.

           It’s the front cover. . . pretty plain and simple. I’ve been out of ideas because I haven’t prepared for this day. So this is what I’ve managed. With a little tutorial from youtube, I made those flowers. Just fold and flip!

         Inside my card, I made a poem. If appearance can’t guarantee the proof of my efforts, then I guess being lyrical can make up for it. Added some doodles, not to forget a picture of a panda and then done! I apologize for the poor penmanship. 🙂

          If you can’t manage to read from the photo, I’ll quote it.

Flowers may grow and wither

But words can live until forever

So three things I have to say

To you this Mother’s Day

First, I want to THANK YOU

For the love and care you give that is true

For staying strong for the family

While heavy burdens you have to carry

Second, as I must, I DO APOLOGIZE

For the mistakes I have come to realize

These things, I know, must have hurt you

But to inflict pain I didn’t intend to

Finally, I’ll say the words that greatly signify

‘Cause despite the times that I defy

In spite of the instances that I disappoint you

My actions may show contrast, I DO LOVE YOU.

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Living Two Lives

            Past and future – these are times in life that people often dwell upon. We may want to relive some days in our life where they were most memorable and precious, those days we most cherish. We may regret some things we’ve done or those things we failed to do and wish to rectify our mistakes. For what’s to come, we could be anticipating tomorrow, ask ourselves what it looks like or wish to know what lies ahead. Optimism of the future could be towering over our minds and we dream and dream, fantasizing the reality of our aspirations. These two lives make a significant influence in us, so does it make to an aged man who looks behind his past and a young lad who looks forward to his future.
The man looks about forty years old, tall, fine-looking yet waning youth is slightly revealing from the curved lines that depresses in his forehead. He wears a grumpy look to complement his tux while approaching a playground that is familiar to his childhood. He watches over a group of kids playing cheerfully and paying no heed to his presence. One boy, being aware, looked over him. The boy’s jovial and youthful appearance reminded him of his early days when he seemed as euphoric as he was. Reflecting over his past, he realizes how much things there are that he wishes to do before sets down soon. But alas, he doesn’t have the time now. Before long, he’s going to die of a disease he acquired from overwork. In the eyes of other people, he’s a successful and accomplished man. But to himself, he’s a miserable man who only possesses wealth but not happiness. He has spent his years in work saving up for fortune he’ll all be losing in no time. He has invested his efforts and time for nothing. There are still a lot more he wants to do but right now, he’s only up for preparing a bucket list and the more he thinks about it, the more remorseful he feels. What’s worse, he is envious of a kid who has a lot more years to live and enjoy. He could have had a wife and a son. He could have fed a poor old woman or have shown charity as a legacy to other people. He could have pursued his dream of traveling around the world and see different cultures. But what he is soon to see is painful death of failures.
As the man looks over the boy, the young lad looks up to him with admiration. He is thin and has rough hands, marked by hard work yet he wears a blissful smile. He has dark brown eyes and thick eyebrows that ironically give a friendly look. As he gapes over the man, he tries to judge his character and came up with a little surmise. A businessman, he deems. He hopes to someday be like him. Over his mind, he thinks he’s just a poor boy with no riches to buy all the things he wants. The only thing he could afford is to play on a free park with children who wish the same toys he has always wanted. He wonders about his future. He asks himself questions out from his curiosity. Will I get rich, too, and be able to buy anything and everything? Will I also wear a neat and elegant suit just like what he has? Will I be tall and appealing as he seems? These questions are unanswerable to him but he was confident of what’s awaiting him. His great expectations give him an overwhelming feeling and a foremost feeling of eagerness to be one day, be the man set as an example before his eyes.
Forty years later, in the same old place, a tall aged man with dark eyes and thick eyebrows ambles towards the same spot where he used to play and gawks over it. The difference now from the man forty years ago to this present man is that the latter wears a smile to complement his tux. He is now the successful man he wished to be. He turned to the spot where he found the man in the past. His smile turned to little chuckles and into outbursts of laughs. He found it funny at the same time bizarre. Then a poignant look looms over his face. He realized that this must have been what the grumpy man has been feeling at the time he met him. He understood it quite well that they have met the same fate.
Life can sometimes encompass a paradox. While an old rich man covets for the young lad’ youth, the latter desires for the maturity and wealth of the former. One yearns to bring the past back, the other longs for the future he fancies. And while we are busy pondering about these, we miss what’s relatively important. That’s the common mistake they made. They both forgot the period between the past and future. They both forgot to dwell on the present.

~just a composition for another requirement in English.

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Restoring Childhood

It’s Sunday. Just like our usual routine, we go to church, sing praises to God and bond with the family. Parents would bring their children along. I noticed how kids from different families would look at each other. It’s a very common picture at church, but just then did I realize that there’s a deeper meaning in it. It’s as if they are talking to each other in just one simple way – by just looking through each other’s eyes.  I was thinking it’s their way of telling someone “Hey! I wanna play with you.” Children have this friendly atmosphere.  They all have this mutual understanding of friendship. It doesn’t matter if they look different or they are strangers to one another but as long as they know they can be good friends, they take the chance of talking to each other and play together.

We all have undergone childhood. But it is disheartening to know that as adults we have become, we lost that childish thought. Nowadays, people look at strangers with malicious thoughts. We learn to judge them by their looks. A guy with a scrappy guise is thought to have ill intentions. A girl wearing make-up is ascertained to be a bitch. We have grown aware of the difficulties and dangers of life that we have become paranoid. No wonder we are living in a complicated world. But why can’t we all think the same as kids do? Make our life simpler. Think only of good intentions. Restore our childhood. By that we can live a life of love and friendship. 🙂