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I went to the grad breakfast this morning. The breakfast was just an hour long, but I was able to catch up with what I missed with everyone. Remember? I stopped going to school after the first term, since I completed all my required subjects. And I had to start saving money. To be honest, I didn't want to go to the grad breakfast, because I need my sleep. Weird. 10am isn't early. Alas, I'm addicted to sleep.
And when I only slept for five hours before the grad breakfast, I was seriously having second thoughts in bed.
Yey. I'm graduating! I'll be grabbing my 2nd high school diploma this 29th, just sharing.
I'm always fascinated with how high school works. It's not hard. It's important. High school life is a bolded emphasis justified over an underline. It'll design anyone how he or she will live on; whether to continue on with college or university or through the world getting paid with work.
Oh. And here are a few photos.
After the flash, Alex knocked a teeth off of me.
Those three Asians will rule the world someday.
I should've worn my eyeglasses too.
See the height difference? Yeah, I can't see it either.
There's two weird things on this picture: 1. there's a fish behind us. 2. the Vulcan sign is right on, because my hands look out of this world... better stay off the keyboard.
After the grad, I came back home with hours to spare. I chose nothing but to get back in bed. I tell ya, that afternoon was very very peaceful, I thought I went deaf. I just realized then that peace and quiet can be a blast.
When I went to work, I met this friend on the bus. He was already on his way home, while I was just about to go to work. He said that he's loving his work, especially his pay. It made me think about looking for a second job. I'm honestly looking for a second job right now.
At work, I've had a tough time. Another reason why I want to have a second job, because my current work is hard and unpredictable. I can't say I'm loving it, but it's manageable somehow. Anyway, I'm just glad that I wrapped up okay.
Then there's the news that Michael Jackson died. I found about it at work. I wasn't shocked. I was just surprised.
Looking back, lots of things happened this Thursday. It all started in the morning. I love it when I've done a lot of things in one day. It makes it easy to sleep thinking all the many things that happened; good or bad. So right now, I'm thinking of waking up early tomorrow.
I bought my dad a grill yesterday. I barely slept Friday night, but I didn't mind being woke up at 10 in the morning. Dad called and he was asking if I buy him a grill. and may I reiterate: HE WAS ASKING ME. HE DIDN'T TELL ME TO BUY IT. HE ASKED ME FIRST. And I know that for all the good things he has done to my life, he had the right to tell me to buy it. Instead, he asked first.
NO CRYING, BOY!
I'm betting I slept for four hours. Still I knew that my Saturday would be wonderful, so I stood up anyway. Besides, I also knew that I had to get my dad something this Sunday, good thing it's a grill. It's cheaper than a laptop.
Of course he wouldn't know that he's supposed to get a laptop this Father's Day. Don't tell him. Haha.
My dad's simple and humble. A lot of people don't know how smart he is. He's always helped me in math and physics and stuff and he drew me projects that were due next morning. He also taught my older bro. and he's waaay better than me in Arithmetic and Sciences. And people say that I'm good in Math. Hell no, I suck, and I'd usually cry to daddy when it comes to problem solving.
Not anymore. He's taught me well as well. Haha.
My dad's been valedictorian in high school and elementary where I barely excelled. I studied at the same elementary school as him and the same high school back in the Philippines. The teachers knew him.... they knew him well. Unfortunately, I didn't have the brain capacity like his when he was young. Sorry teachers, and yes, I'm his son.
Smart man. Strong ethics. How I wish to possess thee.
My dad has always been an outstanding worker. I lost count on the places where he worked, because they've been competing for his service. He worked as a teacher, engineer, project manager... erm... and more. I forgot. And he's bought a computer when there was no OS except DOS. He needed it for work. He's been doing complicated jobs ever since I can remember. Good thing I was a nosy snotty 3 year old kid back then, thanks to him, I was able to learn and use the computer using DOS at the age of 3.
He's hardworking and realizing his sacrifice would always make me pause. I mean, he had made so many sacrifice just to keep our spirits up; not to mention keep us satisfied. Settling here in Canada, hasn't been a walk in the park and we saw his dedication for the family when he went home coughing real bad. It was still cold outside and we didn't have a car yet. Sure he'd take the bus early morning, but everyday he would still need to walk a distance and wait for the bus. And my dad is very susceptible to cough and colds. Despite the cold weather, the very exhausting job, the pressure of the environment and the weariness, he didn't make a fuss. HELL NO. He didn't make any fuss. I can't stress this more, but yes, not a complain from his mouth. He didn't complain how lame his new *starting* job was and he didn't say anything that would regret him from leaving all our good stuff in the Philippines.
He was already sick, but he was still going to work because he knew what was on the line -- the impression of our future here in Canada. I know, I know. He needs to work even if he's sick, because we need food on our table. BUT... isn't that amazing? He's not supposed to do that.
My dad is also the chauffeur. I've known him driving us around since... ever. Back in the Philippines, he'd usually drive us, me and my bro, from home to the university -- cars are expensive, and no one dared to learn how to drive between us both. Anyway, everyday he'd drive for hours to and from work, pick us up and stuff, and so on. Dude, that's dedication right there.
As for games, oh yeah. He's one player. When we bought the Wii, oh boy. We had fun. My cousin commented that he wished my uncle was like him. He's still playing by the way.
My dad's also a bit lazy, I mean he doesn't go out much often. He also likes to eat. He said it makes him happy. Well, if eating and hanging around at home makes him happy, then problem solved. I'll say it's not so bad living a simple life-- not too many complicated thoughts and one can sleep easy too.
The biggest thing that would always make me stop to ponder is his amount of patience. If I look back and see all the stupid things I did when I was young, oh man, I get pissed at myself. But not my dad. He's a very patient man and how I AM THANKFUL for that.
I know that dad isn't getting any younger. And yeah, he's supposed to be taking it easy. I mean, I don't want to see him tired. He's supposed to relax... he's getting old. But life here isn't simple you know. There's some close relatives back home that need help and we need money and we're paying this house and the bills won't pay themselves and there should always be food on the table and the gas prices are hiking and and... It's these things that really make me teary eyed and I just thank my dad for everything and for the way he is. He's truly a gentleman. I envy his character and fortitude. It's also one of my goals in life to succeed after him and become better for him, so he would know that he did a heavenly perfect job raising me as a son.
You know what, it's Sunday and it's Father's day. I've been convincing myself to call in sick today. To tell you the truth, I wasn't planning to go to work. And while I was on my desk, I kept thinking that BEING AT WORK TODAY WASN'T RIGHT. How I wished to be at home and spend some quiet time with my dad. I just wanted to be at home with him. But I knew that it wouldn't make him happy knowing that I skipped work. I don't want my dad to be disappointed at me. Because I know that he did a lot of sacrifice and dedication. And for that, I love him.
Oh dear God, don't let him read this.
Anyway, Happy Father's day!
Hey, I finally got my old laptop back! Problem is: it doesn't turn on. I know that the battery died out and I had it plugged in, but this cursed computer doesn't want to power on. I'm thinking that the adapter might have been switched with another laptop's adapter -- in the Philippines. Oh man, now I need to know if the adapter's mine or someone else's. If it's not mine, then it's fine. I can have it brought to me a couple of days from now. If this adapter is indeed mine, screw it. I'll be spending again to buy a new adapter: it's expensive and it's not easy to find one too. This Acer laptop is the pits.
The problem started after shutting it down. And when I came back to turn it on, the LCD screen is all black; there's nothing on it. And since, computer repairs are expensive in Canada, I had it repaired in the Philippines. It was a mobo *motherboard* problem and I had to have the mobo replaced (which is almost as expensive as buying a new computer). I wasn't able to use it for 4 months. And then I had to wait another two months for it since my brother didn't bring it with him. Just now that I received it from my cousins who came back after visiting the Philippines.
My cousin told me that it was working fine. They tried it in the airport. That's why the battery ran out. So...
Lo and behold, my laptop is back. Mobo fixed and LCD fixed, only to find out that it won't turn on -- even when it's plugged. Harhar.