Hippie Colors

Last night, I was showing my three-year old daughter my photo album which covers everything from baptism until college. I’d tell her stories about each picture and she listened attentively while pointing out Baby Papa every once in a while.

As I was going through my pictures through to elementary, my daughter saw a picture of her lolo and she said, "There’s lolo" and I realized that my father had very few pictures in the album because he was always the one taking the pictures (He was very protective of his camera :-).

I realized that what I had in my hands were pictures of me and my family through my father’s eyes, that the pictures, which rarely showed my father included a father who was very much part of the entire scene except that he was behind the camera.

My father died shortly after I graduated and in the midst of many challenges I face today, I find it consoling that my father, whom I loved dearly and who always was the epitome of God’s love for me, is probably still looking at me from somewhere in the great beyond.

There are some days when I feel like I want to lock the world out and this is one of them. A student of mine didn’t get an award I thought she clearly deserved. Hindi na ako natutong maging manhid sa mga bagay na ito. Anytime there is a board of judges, expect the unexpected.

And a friend of mine whom I hadn’t seen for 14 years shows up (and I thought he was a Godsend to cheer me up) but after a while, he said his wife was selling some sort of investment plan and started making arrangements to see me again. He gave me his card and after he left, I threw it away. Mabuti pa yung mga tumatawag sa opisina para bentahan ako ng credit card, puwede ko pang babaan ng phone o yung mga naglalako ng credit card sa mall, puwede mong tanggihan. Pero para gamitin ang pakikipagkaibigan para makapaglako ng investment fund, oh man.