i love you Tay!

I did this article last Father's day....
and I am missin my father... miles away from me......


My father loves to read. He loves Dan Brown's book.
He read the newspaper from cover to cover, He love Philippine Star.
I grew up with this newspaper, We've been a loyal reader of this newspaper.
Our Sunday morning starts by reading this broadsheet, my father will get the Opinion section, he will always read first the column of late Maximo Soliven, my sister will go for Lifestyle section, Celine Lopez column, and definitely I'll always go for Dero Pedero's column or Wilson lee Flores, and ooopps, my cousin Cory, got this habit too. and we'll end up discussing what we've read, and end up reading the entire newspaper. He is highly opinionated.

He has a obsessive compulsive disorder, Yes he is... he hates germs, he hates mess, and he hates how messy I am.
Everyday, he cleans the house, thoroughly..... you have to make sure that you put back the things to its original place, or else.... He always says im like a snake, coz I just leave my clothes anywhere, and then the yelling starts.......

He is a good cook, His adobo is the best adobo for me, it's a sweet adobo, and that's what I miss most.

old photo....

He love James Bond's movie, that's why I love it too. I remember, when I was young I am so sleepy, but he told me I need to watch this movie coz its a good one, its Jesus Christ the Superstar,  I pretend i'm watching, everytime he looks at the screen, I close my eyes, but everytime I can feel he's looking at me, if im watching, I open my eyes wide, and then, I gave up, I ended up watching it, coz he's telling me what's going to transpire, and I realized its really a good one, and one of the best movie I watched....

We can't watch tagalog teleserye without him telling us that the director is making us dumb. that the director is just insulting our intelligence, that's why we end up changing the channel, so we wont be able to hear his loud voice. That's why me and my sister grew up watching american series.... but we still watch Tagalog everytime he's gone.

One thing I hate about him, is that he never wear the t-shirt I bought for him in Hongkong, its a T-shirt with a caption, "my daughter went to HK and gave me this shirt, and I remember he only wear plain t-shirt.

Since im 4290 miles away from my father now, I miss him so much, and the yelling, hahahah... I miss his voice, his loud voice..... I remember when I came here in Dubai, and im not sending sms and even not calling them, my sister called them up, and my father told my sister, that he misses me, and he miss how messy I am. and its so quiet now, and he miss scolding at me. (even the neighbors realized). I ended up crying then....

Everyone knows how I love him, and I just want him to be proud of me.
It’s amazing how I can still feel him directing every move and decision that I make. He is the constant voice in my head, and every year that passes I come to appreciate him more and more.

I am my father’s daughter and I don’t want to be anyone else’s.
I feel very blessed to have had a wonderful Father for so many years.
Le Jour De Père Huereux
J'taime.....