My Dad, is still my hero. He was my childhood hero, and still is, today. Even I'm a young adult already. :)
Saturday-- just the day after our Seniors' retreat.
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| True that he's no Prince Charming-- but there's something in him that I simply didn't see. |
Saturday, a day right after my retreat. It's back to reality. As promise, this time... I'm not the old me. I'm stronger than I was, with yesterday. Thus, nothing has changed. I came in late for class. Nothing new. I woke up early to prepare and dress up, yet I ended being late again. So, I called a friend asking if the seminar has started already. To my surprise, it has started already. So I have no choice, but to ride a cab. Asked the driver to drive me to Dapitan the fastest that he could. I just needed to catch my seminar class. I failed, oh well. I just bear in mind that, "I was fashionably late", again. And again. Haha. I gave myself a consolation: I was too exhausted from yesterday's trip. Hence, I lack sleep. I needed to regain all the lose energy in my body. That's why I came in late. :P But I would always remember how my classmates would tell me, and kidd me around... "Si Saab laging late, nakakainis. Papasok nang late, pero ang ganda ganda. Never pumasok ng haggard!" Haha. Maybe that's the major reason why I'd always be late, I'd rather be late, being beautiful, rather than being early yet looking ugly. ;p Ohh. Motto to oneself. "It is better to be late, looking stunning and beautiful, instead of coming in to class early, yet looking haggard and ugly" :)))
Thus, I feel extra special today, for Dad took the initiative to fetch me in UST, cause it was already flooded around the university. Especially in front of our building. Oh well, just so you know, we are always like this in the University. Even drizzle, could bring forth heavy floods along the streets. It was a bit frustrating, at the same time, a blessing in disguise, I suppose? For it was my first to be "semi" stranded in UST, for a couple of minutes I was damn worried on how could I go out, how would I be able to reach home in such a condition. We needed to ride FMS buses in order for us to go find our ways out of the university. Good thing, Dad was my hero that day. Thus, he is still me hero. I just suddenly remember that particular day, when I was still a little girl, the rain was pouring so hard, it was flooded all around Manila, our old house here in Manila, he carried me at his back, while I was holding the umbrella. Going up the stairs in order for me, and my siblings to be safe. He used to be my hero, my superman. My SUPERMAN. Daddy is my Superman, when I was still a little girl, I didn't knew that up until today, he's still going to be my hero. Always my hero. :) There was a sudden light-feeling, that suddenly succumbs my enter being. It was something, worth-remembering. I needed to find myself, looking back at that moment when I was still my Daddy's little girl. And I felt it this day, I suddenly missed the feeling. I have to admit, I missed my Daddy, my old Daddy that I used to hug, and kiss, and play around. How I wish I could still have that bonding with him again. Sooner.... Or later.
Thus, I feel extra special today, for Dad took the initiative to fetch me in UST, cause it was already flooded around the university. Especially in front of our building. Oh well, just so you know, we are always like this in the University. Even drizzle, could bring forth heavy floods along the streets. It was a bit frustrating, at the same time, a blessing in disguise, I suppose? For it was my first to be "semi" stranded in UST, for a couple of minutes I was damn worried on how could I go out, how would I be able to reach home in such a condition. We needed to ride FMS buses in order for us to go find our ways out of the university. Good thing, Dad was my hero that day. Thus, he is still me hero. I just suddenly remember that particular day, when I was still a little girl, the rain was pouring so hard, it was flooded all around Manila, our old house here in Manila, he carried me at his back, while I was holding the umbrella. Going up the stairs in order for me, and my siblings to be safe. He used to be my hero, my superman. My SUPERMAN. Daddy is my Superman, when I was still a little girl, I didn't knew that up until today, he's still going to be my hero. Always my hero. :) There was a sudden light-feeling, that suddenly succumbs my enter being. It was something, worth-remembering. I needed to find myself, looking back at that moment when I was still my Daddy's little girl. And I felt it this day, I suddenly missed the feeling. I have to admit, I missed my Daddy, my old Daddy that I used to hug, and kiss, and play around. How I wish I could still have that bonding with him again. Sooner.... Or later.
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