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D'S DAY



A very strange thing happened today.

I was in Greenhills and was feeling very happy because I was able to buy this SAM & TWITCH action figure that I've been looking for.

I then went to Mercury Drug to buy somethings.
When I entered the store, this Oasis song was playing...

All your dreams are made
Of Strawberry lemonade
And you make sure
I eat today
You take me walking
To where you played
When you were young


And I started to sob and sniffle and cry.
There I was, a 31-year old man, standing in the middle of the deodorant and shampoo aisle, holding a bottle of foot powder, and I was crying.

In my head, I was telling myself, "Look for the Vaseline lotion. Look for the Vaseline lotion." So I started to walk around, not wanting to look anyone in the eye as I cried, at the same time trying to find that bottle of lotion.

I'll never say that I
Won't ever make you cry
And this I'll say
I don't know why
I know I'm leavin'
But I'll be back another day


As I couldn't hold back the tears anymore, I pulled out my handkerchief and covered my face, wiped away the tears on my cheeks. I passed by the rack of Lysol and just cried liked crazy.

I wanna talk tonight
Until the mornin' light
'Bout how you saved my life


And I flashedback to 1999, a couple of weeks after my father died. I was driving down Katipunan when this Oasis song "Talk Tonight" started to play on NU107. And as I started to listen and sing along to the lyrics, it reminded me of my dad and I started to cry. For the first time after my dad died, I started to cry for him.


And you make sure
I eat today


It made me think about how hard he worked to make sure we had food on the table, a decent house, and enough to spare for our comic books and whatever it was wanted at the time.


You take me walking
To where you played
When you were young


It made me remember all his stories, about how he walked to for miles just to get to his school when he was a kid. I remember his stories about monsters under the bed and that's why I had to sleep really close to him so that the monsters won't take him.

I wanna talk tonight
Until the mornin' light
'Bout how you saved my life


It made me realize how he saved me life. Saved me and my mom and and my brother from a life of need.

All your dreams are made
Of Strawberry lemonade


It made me realize how he died trying to fulfill his dream of building a grand TV station.


And the funny thing is, I've heard this song in the past couple of years and it didn't make me cry like the first time.

But maybe it was because I just came from Nova Fontana, where our dad used to buy us toys.

Maybe it was because I was in Greenhills, which was our regular Sunday gimmick with our dad.

Maybe it was because I was in the same Mercury Drug where he usually bought his medicine.

Maybe it was because of the rack of Lysol-- the White Linen scent variety was what I used to spray in his bathroom. During his last days, he kept going to the bathroom and I had to clean up after him.

Maybe it's because it's Father's Day next week and I was supposed to write this ad but didn't get to do so.

And as I type this, I'm getting teary-eyed all over again.

Here I am, a 31-year old man, in the middle of an internet cafe, surrounded by kids playing Ragnarok and Counter-Strike, and tears are streaming down my cheeks as I bang away at the keyboard.

I wanna talk tonight
Until the mornin' light
'Bout how you saved my life


Thanks dad... for giving me such a wonderful life.

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