I'm a Ngoyngoy and I'm Proud

Block ACB is aka Ngoyngoy. I don't know when did we actually start calling ourselves/our block as Ngoyngoy but I'm sure it started around when we were in second year. According to one of my classmates, Ngoyngoy means wafa (beautiful).But in Visayan language, ngoyngoy pertains to a pity bird. When somebody calls you "Ngoyngoy kaayo ka" it means that "You're pitiful". Odd as it seems but we didn't actually care what others think about us when they hear us calling each other as Ngoyngoy. We have our own definition of it and it's unique. Sometimes though, we use "ngoyngoy" as an expression which means the former meaning or something like "funny" "weird" it depends.

Happy Fathers' Day

Today is Sunday and today is fathers' day. So happy fathers' day to all dads of all ages out there.

So bad, my father wasn't here. My mother, father, and my youngest brother are in the province right now to attend the burial of my grand mother but I bet they're sailing on a ship now, sailing back here in CdeO.

Since he wasn't here, I haven't greeted him a "Happy Father's Day". My cellphone's broke until now, so there's no way to contact him. so bad. But anyway, I prepare a simple card for him. It's our tradition to give cards on every special occasion like Valentine's Day, Wedding Anniversary, Mother's Day, and so on.

So I want to say things about my father.

My father is just a simple man, a certified family man, and sometimes a clown. Yes, he's such a goofy person sometimes. His strict-looking face is really the opposite of his personality.

My father is very caring and very concern on each of us, his children. I remember when one time I got sick and mom's not in the house, he was the one who took care of me. He let me take the medicine, prepare some porridge for me, and make sure that I am comfortable as I lay on my bed.

When I was young, I requested from him to buy me a bike. He did. And since I didn't know how to ride a bike, he thought me how. We would go the basketball court and that's where we would practice. We do that every morning until I learn to drive on my own. Also I remember, when I was not yet a good reader, he would accompany me in reading out loud the story book and correct me on my pronunciation.

There was once when he asked me to recite the "multiplication" from 1 to 10. When I reached 6,7,8..that's the part I haven't mastered. So he thought me the "hand technique". 

Also, when I was younger, we used to go mountain hiking with my brother. We do that on Saturdays.

Before, we used to play board games as a family. Our favorite back then was "Snakes and Ladders" and also Chinese checkers.

 I am the only girl in a brood of four and since I am the unica ija, that made me a little bit special. I am daddy's little girl.....chos. Even though I am kinda exceptional, my parents have a great expectation on me. Being the eldest and the "Ate", I have the responsibility to be a good "role model" and a good ate to my younger brothers. But I think, I am not a really good sister. We always end up fighting. I dunno why.

On Sundays, we eat together as family. Together I mean, each of us must be on our respective seat before we begin to say our prayer before meals. And in the course of our meal, we talk as family. He would ask us about our studies. We would say out our troubles/complaints. Sometimes, we joke around. Then we go story-telling. Many times did my father tell his own story from childhood until college. We heard his story many times already but he keep on re-telling it. In that way, he would remind us of his struggles and that he would do anything for us and that we should be thankful and in return do our best so that we'll be successful people someday...etc!

But the greatest thing that I got from my father are the values that he imparted on us. He would always reminds us to be respectful, thankful, and generous.

"Bahalag dili ka makadawat basta kay manghatag ka kung naa kai ma-ihatag. Busa gani ta gitagaan sa Ginoo ug grasya kay aron atong i-bahin sa uban. Mubalik raman gihapon na sa imo, sobra pagani." he would always say.

There are a lot of things I miss to do with my father. Time passes so quickly and so we are all grown-ups now. Looking back, I can only wish we'd do the things we used to do together. Now that I am grown-up, I am so busy with other things like school and stuffs. So busy that I barely have time to sit and talk to my father. Though, we still do talk and share our thoughts but it only happen once in a while now.