things i love about my dad
my dad is not the usual type of dad. let me state a few examples…
my dad loves rock music so much that he could give lester bangs a run for his money. we knows his rock history well; our vast collection of cds from the beatles to rolling stone to U2, pink floyd, deep purple and inxs can well attest to that. i remember growing up to the sound of pearl jam, guns and roses and metallica blaring from our speakers every sunday whenever he cleans our house. i use to think that it was normal for people to play this type of music every sunday. he even got my name from a song. ironically, he never learned how to play any musical instrument though 
he always knows the latest upcoming movie, as long as it’s foreign (i don’t think he knows the local showbiz entertainment scene exists). sometimes he knows it way before i even know about it. he rarely watches movies on cinema though. he only watches it when he gets free ticket
his favorite sport is basketball. i believe he can state the statistics of any game in the NBA, PBA or PBL, past or present. he knows every strength and weakness of a player and coaches. and yet for all his love for the game, i have yet to see my dad take a single shot or even dribble a ball.
he was never the affectionate type. he was never the type to shower you with hugs and kisses with each achievement or milestone in life. he never said i love you as often as you might expect but there was never a doubt in my mind that he loved as all. i guess it was the way he spent time with us, his kids, and how he always seemed to listen to all our stories. he might be watching TV while you speak but you can be sure that he heard every word you said. i never doubted in my mind that my dad love me.
for all his contradictions and idiosyncrasies, i love my dad and am extremely proud to be called his daughter. he may not be perfect but i could not imagine growing up with anyone else. happy birthday daddy!
