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About Me
- Name: maan
- Location: Philippines
i'm a total coffee addict. a hypomanic who runs and flips wild in the wards. has to constantly check on my schedule not because i forget things, but because i just obsessive-compulsively do so. i love singing and dancing so much, i just love having fun. and don't mess around with animals when i'm around, unless you want to be scalpeled down to your bones (just kiddin').
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Tuesday, December 26, 2006
posted @ 10:45 AM
Feeling reminiscent and sad this Christmas season, I checked my archive and read few of my blogs from distant past. I happened to read again one blog dated March 25, 2005 which I ought to dedicate to my dad. Here are few excerpts from that blog...
"He would always check on me during my review nights, asking if I'm still alright, reminding me that I can do it, that he'd be still proud of me no matter what the outcome of the exam will be. He always come home late, tired from work, but he would still have the energy and the time to listen to my nonstop whimpering about school, about this TV show I just watched, or a certain article I just read. He has been generous in sharing his insights about life. He has always been an inspiration. My inspiration. What would I do without him? What's life without him? What am I without him?
"He is not like that all his life. He went through all the highs and lows of life. He's been everywhere. Did almost everything. He said, he was never proud of the person he was before. And it took him a very long time to realize all his mistakes, all the time he wasted, all the chances he threw off. All the people he loved and lost. Maybe it's just pure luck that I came into his life at the right time. When he decided to straighten things up. I am just so lucky.
"It's hard not to sound so mushy and squishy whenever I talk about my dad. It makes me teary-eyed in an instant. I guess he doesn't have a slightest idea about it. I am a daddy's girl but I don't normally show to him how much he means to me. I wouldn't jump with glee when I see him home from work. I would just give him a peck on the cheek and say hi. I just check on his blood pressure and ask casually how he's feeling. I'm just so scared to show him how concern I am about him. It gives me this weird feeling that it would be the last. Whenever he tells me that something hurts on his chest and asks me to check on it, I'd make excuses because I don't want to give him a physical exam. I'm so scared that I'll discover something dreadful. I just don't wanna know firsthand. I can handle other people, just not my own dad. Let his physician do the work. I just wanna sit here and wait...and pray. I know I have to learn to deal with this. I just need to. I love my dad so much. He has to know about it. "
Sad thing is, I wasn't able to let him know how much I adored him. He never knew how much I love him. It was my cowardice that prevented him from knowing how much he was loved. And it's much too late...even much too late to regret.
"He would always check on me during my review nights, asking if I'm still alright, reminding me that I can do it, that he'd be still proud of me no matter what the outcome of the exam will be. He always come home late, tired from work, but he would still have the energy and the time to listen to my nonstop whimpering about school, about this TV show I just watched, or a certain article I just read. He has been generous in sharing his insights about life. He has always been an inspiration. My inspiration. What would I do without him? What's life without him? What am I without him?
"He is not like that all his life. He went through all the highs and lows of life. He's been everywhere. Did almost everything. He said, he was never proud of the person he was before. And it took him a very long time to realize all his mistakes, all the time he wasted, all the chances he threw off. All the people he loved and lost. Maybe it's just pure luck that I came into his life at the right time. When he decided to straighten things up. I am just so lucky.
"It's hard not to sound so mushy and squishy whenever I talk about my dad. It makes me teary-eyed in an instant. I guess he doesn't have a slightest idea about it. I am a daddy's girl but I don't normally show to him how much he means to me. I wouldn't jump with glee when I see him home from work. I would just give him a peck on the cheek and say hi. I just check on his blood pressure and ask casually how he's feeling. I'm just so scared to show him how concern I am about him. It gives me this weird feeling that it would be the last. Whenever he tells me that something hurts on his chest and asks me to check on it, I'd make excuses because I don't want to give him a physical exam. I'm so scared that I'll discover something dreadful. I just don't wanna know firsthand. I can handle other people, just not my own dad. Let his physician do the work. I just wanna sit here and wait...and pray. I know I have to learn to deal with this. I just need to. I love my dad so much. He has to know about it. "
Sad thing is, I wasn't able to let him know how much I adored him. He never knew how much I love him. It was my cowardice that prevented him from knowing how much he was loved. And it's much too late...even much too late to regret.
posted @ 10:45 AM
My Favorite Things
Coffee!
Yummy chocolates...
Bags!
Classic Movies
My vanity table
Books books and more books!
Music...
Collectible Miniatures
My fave doll of all times...
Pennylane Alexandria Ianne
Charms and Beads
Letters and Memorabilia
My reliable organizer
My comfy study pillow and mini table
Embroidery stuff
Travelling Down the Memory Lane...
Little Maan
Highschool Blues
UP Pips
PLM College of Medicine
My Porcelain Doll Collection
