An Open Letter to Chichiwe

Dear Daddy Deng,

Yesterday was Father’s Day here in Denmark… and in the Philippines, it’s just around the corner. So, Happy Father’s day to you… the best dad in the world. You probably won’t read this because I haven’t told you I have a blog. But, I’m actually considering letting you in on this; this one’s for you anyway. I even thought of maybe reading it to you, but I don’t think it’s a good idea. I might cry my heart out again. Remember the time I gave a speech about the Second Word of Jesus’ Seven Last Words? After I wrote my speech, I needed an audience to hear it; to comment on it. I read it to you and I couldn’t help myself but cry. I couldn’t read your facial expression when you saw me crying but I know you knew that it was my way of officially saying sorry. You asked me if I would be okay when I give my speech; if I am sure I wanted to do it. With tears still streaming from my eyes, I laughingly answered you I would be okay, I can manage.

Thank you for your loving protection. Although you and Mommy tend to be overprotective of me. You actually were, I think. Whereas my classmates during high school could go out with friends and watch movies together (at a friend’s place), I couldn’t. When it isn’t school-related or weekend or birthday, I couldn’t go out. Though I could bring friends over anytime, which is a good thing (my close friends even call you and mommy, Daddy and Mommy, because they’re with us like everyday during weekdays. I can’t remember if everyone calls you Daddy Deng, too or it was only Andrew, Cherry, and Mheng). Bad thing is we don’t have a telly, we can’t watch series or movies when we want to. Hehehe.ย  You feared for my safety. I didn’t understand that before. I thought you folks were strict. Maybe you were. Haha.

Thank you for giving me everything I needed and sometimes the things I wanted. Thank you for spoiling me; thank you for not allowing me to be a brat. I am spoiled, but not a brat. I remember when I was in elementary I asked you to bring bamboo when you come home from working in the mountain village. I couldn’t remember now why I needed those bamboo, but that time it was important for me that you bring it. However, you forgot. So, trying to imitate what I saw on the telly (sabi na kasing nakakaimpluwensya ang media), I threw a fit. I stamped my foot, got mad at you and threw my clothes all over. But, being brought up as a good daughter and not a brat, I got guilty afterwards. I picked up the clothes I threw. I haven’t thrown any tantrum that way ever again. I had to clean up my mess afterwards. No thanks. Hehehe.

Thank you for the awesome talks during mealtimes. Our dinner is always fun. Thank you for letting me ask my questions, even the stupid ones. You always entertain my queries. Whereas Mommy gets annoyed when I ask too much, you were patient. Even when I learned the “never-ending-question-why”.ย Being a kid, I think I asked those questions just to piss you off.ย  You heard a lot of “porque?” from me. Our dinner together was never silent, we all love to talk. I remember we had a conversation about crushes because you read one of my slum books. Pakalat-kalat kasi sa bahay ang mga slum book ko. But, you got the luck to read a “safe” name. I think I wrote Rico Yan. He was an actor. Safe!!! Hahaha!

Then during my summer before 2nd year in college, you accompanied me to the ship I would embark bound for Cebu. When we were aboard the ship, you asked me if Darwish is courting me. I just laughed at your question (because it’s one of the 3 questions I laugh at when asked about me and Darwish). I said, no, he’s not. But, know what? I really wanted to tell you “How I wish that he is courting me.” Hahaha! You probably know then that I like Darwish… I’m not sure if you knew I loved him. I have been wondering, too, what you told him the last time he visited. I didn’t get to see him that time because I didn’t know he was coming and I was taking a bath. I just knew he came by because he sent me an SMS saying that he did and you also told me that the “police” dropped by. By the way, he’s a policeman now, but I’m so over him na. Woohoo!ย Di mo na po talaga siya mamanugangin. hahaha!

Oh, yeah, wanna know my crush now, Daddy Deng? With all the bad rep the Middle East have, you’d probably freak out if you find out I have a crush on an Iranian. Okay, maybe not; just alarmed… and he wants to come along when I go home there. There, you can freak out now. But, knowing you, you won’t. You don’t freak out; you’d just kill him with your corny jokes. Hihi.

Speaking of jokes, I always laugh, exasperatedly at times, at your banat because no matter how corny the jokes you tell, you say it in a funny way. Maybe that’s the reason why Jomar and the other kids always laugh when you tell them your jokes. And I find it funny that Jomar calls you “NANG Jun” instead of “NONG Jun”. Hahaha! He turned you into a woman. I also remember you telling a joke to me and Mommy on a candlelit night (as usual brownout na isla). That was really epic. My belly ached from laughing. Thinking about it makes me miss our bonding session.

You’re turning 75 on December, I hope we could make it a very special one. So, stay healthy, ne Chichiwe? I know you’re not at your best health now, unlike ages ago, but still, keep safe and healthy. I still want you and Mommy to walk me down the aisle to the altar on my wedding day… if I get married someday. I won’t ask you to sing Bob Carlisle’s Butterfly Kisses, but I hope you would dedicate that song to me… I am sent from heaven to be your little girl. Hahaha! But, if you want to, you can sing that song for me Daddy Deng. And you know what, I may promise my love, my life to another man someday… but, you’ll always be my Number 1 love. I’ll always be your little girl. Figuratively and literally.

There’s another thing, I wonder why you and Mommy call each other Deng. Ayan tuloy, I grew up calling you Deng. I don’t even know your lovestory. Maybe I should ask you that the next time I call you two. I’m already 25 and I don’t know how you two met. My other friends, they know their parents’ lovestory while they were still kids. I definitely would ask you soon. ๐Ÿ™‚

Thank you for allowing me to argue with you. I think it’s because of our arguments that I have this love-hate relationship with politics. You encouraged me to exercise my critical thinking skills. Thank you for encouraging me to be outspoken and to speak my mind reasonably. Between the two of us, I think it’s me who always gets heat up during our arguments. I think it’s because of this that when the need for debate appears, I could defend myself.

Thank you for sharing your passion for reading. I love reading. I am glad I do… all thanks to you. I remember you made me read a thick paperback when I was in Grade 3, I think. It’s not really a kid stuff, but you still encouraged me to enhance my reading and comprehension skills. I am just grateful that I have this love for reading because if I don’t, I won’t be able to enjoy the things I enjoy from reading.

Thank you for everything. Words are not enough to show you how much I appreciate you for being my father; not enough to show you how much I love you. But, I LOVE YOU. Te amo mucho Daddy Deng. Besos y abrazos. Cuidate pirmi.

Your little girl,

Vess ๐Ÿ™‚

PS. It was your idea to spell my nickname that way. Thanks.

PPS. I might marry that Iranian. JOKE!!! Hahaha! ๐Ÿ˜›

medad

Let’s have more pictures taken when I come home. ๐Ÿ™‚

Ten-Day Blog Challenge: Day Six

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FIVE PEOPLE WHO MEAN A LOT (IN NO ORDER WHATSOEVER)

My family has always mean a lot to me. So, I’m not including them here to give space to others that I also cherish.

1. VALENTINAS. I consider this group as one person because I have to include all of them. They’re my family in Cebu.

2. Shameer. My BFF.

3. Mars Company. Just like Valentinas, I have to include them all. They’re my family here in Odense.

4. The Heides. My host family.

5. Hamed. Well…

Ten-Day Blog Challenge: Day One

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TEN THINGS YOU WANT TO SAY TO TEN DIFFERENT PEOPLE RIGHT NOW

1. Valentinas: (I have to consider this group as one person, dahil sa member pa lang ng barkadahang to, 8 na agad magagamit ko. hahaha!) I miss you and I love you all mga ateh at natatanging kuya. I miss the bonding and all that. Pa-hug! ๐Ÿ™‚

2. Awing: I am so over you. mwahahaha!

3. DNAngels including the honorary DNAngels member Ady, Galih and Yuan: (Considered as one din para save sa space. hehehe!) Laro-laro din kayo pag may time. I miss playing with you all. I miss the asaran with ANG and the language lesson with Galih and Yuan. Miss the kabaitan ni Kuya Ady. At syempre, I miss the adeeek mode with RJ; yung maabutan ng umaga sa internetan para maglaro. May baon pang pagkain para sa magdamagang run at PVP. hahaha!

4. Jing-ah: Kumusta? It’s been a while. I really hope we could go back to the way we used to be. Really good friends. I know it’s my fault and I’m sorry. I’ve said this to you. You accepted it. But, things weren’t how it used to. I really hope someday you’ll finally see in your heart to really get over what happened between us.

5. Hamed: You’re so gwapo talaga, but, kahit anong chemistry at physics (per Cai’s comment) pa tayo meron, di talaga uubra kung walang economics at more-than-friend na love syempre. Hahaha. But, you’re really welcome to go home with me to Pinas next year. Di ka matitripang kidnapin dun. Pramis! And hey, if you go to Turkey or India or wherever this summer, don’t forget to buy something for me. Or else… mag-iisip pa ko ng consequence. Hahaha!

6. Ma’am Nini: Hi Ma’am! How are you? You still remain my favorite teacher. But, I guess I’m not good with keeping in touch with authority, I am so not updated with the things in your life. I hope you’re doing well. I hope to see you again… maybe, next year. Thank you for all the lessons shared, classroom and out of it. You’re really one of the best.

7. Ma’am Pat: I will write to you ASAP. Please don’t let go.

8. Nicole: I will do my best to keep in touch. I will find time to send you a letter. Hope to see you in Germany. Sana kasi mahanap kita sa Facebook.

9. Connie: Con, where are you? I’ll try to find you, too. Hope to see you in Germany, too. Haven’t heard from you in a very long while. Haven’t seen you update your Facebook.

10. Folks… that is to say, mudra, pudra, ate, kuya, and immediate pamangkin: Call and chat with you guys. Love lots! ๐Ÿ™‚