Peanut Butter Girl

January 16, 2012 in journal

I finally had a chance to clean up my computer.  God! It was a total disaster that I needed to sort out all my documents.  It’s a biruan na kapag daw designer, neat ang computer; pero pag daw nerd, para daw binagyo ang desktop. And that was my desktop.  Parang bagyong unding!

And during ng kalinisan effect ko, I was totally surprised when I saw my drawing a year ago.  It’s a peanut butter girl.  Kasi when I drew this, I thought about my daddy.  And since I am planning to write more about his life on earth.. I though of telling about the story of the Peanut butter girl.

Peanut Butter Girl

When I was young, siguro I was about 4 years old.  Bago pa lang kami nag start ng business noon.  So my parents couldn’t afford things for us.  But I have (until now) a horrible attitude na “if I like some food, I want it now! Whenever, wherever or whatever the situations are.” Cravings na hindi kayang baliin nino man.

So that time I was craving for Toast and peanut butter.  So it was around 6 at night when I told my dad about that.  But he said “We don’t have peanut butter, Chet!”, and of course sa katigasang ulo ang sagot ko ay “Gusto ko ng peanut butter!” sabay iyak.

That time my parents didn’t have any money on their pocket. So what my daddy did, he took his tricycle at namasada.  Then after two hours he came back with Peanut butter and toast.

Oh yeah! I know you gonna tell me that I was too much! Too spoiled to the max! Yes I was..  But friends, in our filippino culture.  The parents can say “No!” or they can punch me or slap me for being stubborn.  But my Daddy didn’t do it.  He tried his best to give what I wanted to make me happy.

Now that I am a parent, I asked myself, Could I also do what my Daddy did to me?  If my children will cry and ask for something… Oh wait… I always consider that “Wait! Its too late now, I wanna take a rest and do something else for myself!”

Isn’t that amazing my father never though of himself?  That was my father.. Our happiness was his priority…

 

“Daddy, you are the best.. I miss you so much!”

 

 

 

 

 

“Lord I teach me how to be like my daddy to my kids, amen”

Daddy's tricycle

Daddy’s tricycle

Note:  I used tagalog-english to make my story more realistic.  In philippines it is normal to speak tagalog-english.  And sometimes we don’t even know the tagalog words so we normally use an english word instead.
 
 
 
Suzette Lyn
Everything starts with a simple thought
... then I will think how the particles work
......then I will come out with the idea how the body works

then I bring these thoughts to reality
.. I will look at my sorroundings
.. observe how the reality works
.. so I can make an article, songs, poems, quotations, drawings (vector graphics), video, animation and so on..

and I call it.. "The Art of Thinking"

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