Proud Mary

I still can’t believe it. It seems so surreal that our entry made it. My dad and I entered the song writing contest in the company that I am working in…just for the heck of it..

And viola, he won the major prize. The other contenders were really good–lyrics wise. And yes, I am my father’s worst critique. Being the “Doubting Thomas” that I usually am, I actually think that our entry was too whimsical. It was too “march-y” (if there’s ever a word as such).  Well, it is in fact a company hymn. Doi??!

When I heard the entry for the first time, I was like what was he thinking? Full orchestration with all the bugle, drums, the whole nine yards.. It was like you’re on a parade or something. But they liked it. Something is really wrong with me. I wasn’t really pressuring him when I asked him to join.  I just simply asked if he has time to make one just for the sake of joining.

With a tinge of doubt, I still passed the entry (because he would constantly remind me to submit before the deadline). Being the obedient daughter (hihihi) that I am, I did. At the back of my mind, I was thinking…Ok, if they don’t like it..so what? If they like it….I’m doomed. It’ll be stuck in my head like an LSS.

I wish we could celebrate the big win together. But our current situation doesn’t permits us to do so. Apparently, Dad has a very important “engagement” that he cannot cancel. Plus, upon knowing that it was a formal event, with all the coat and tie thingy that he disgusts.. He finally made up his mind and passed the burden of  hearing the crowd go “burger, burger burger!” to me. Thus last night, I was stuck feeling a bit homesick and made me reminisce our bonding moments we had together:

1. I remember we used to watch movies on weekends especially the AL Pacino movies. Nagaraya and rootbeer was our constant companion.

2. I remember the guitar lessons during summer. I failed. I know. I didn’t practice the scales enough, the bars are effing hard DAD.. 

3. I remember when one of your students asked me for the PROM. Of course you said NO. That was the first time I tried to disown you. I failed.

4. I remember when Mom was really mad at me and asked for your help to straighten my attitude. We made a deal that if she asked me if you gave me a piece of you mind, I would say yes.  But I spilled the beans and said otherwise. YEs, I am not a good liar. Or maybe I was just playing both sides. Sorry.

5. I remember when there’s a massive black out in our area ( circa 1992), you would always tell me stories, really funny ones then we would have this mini-musicals. Aaaack! It’s so gay.

6. I remember the time when you hit you’re head while repairing ceiling or something. There was a small scratch and you thought you’re bleeding profusely.. You almost fainted. And I laughed my ass out.  I’m a meanie. I know.

7.  I remember the first time you let me drink liquor. I almost puked. And you were laughing your ass out. You’re a meanie. 

8. I remember the first time you raised hell on me. I almost sunk in oblivion. Never again!

9. I remember the first time I saw you wear skinny jeans. That’s the second time I tried to disown you. FAIL.

10. I will always remember that when I was really you, you used to sing me lullabies. Even it was in Spanish, I still managed to make it to dreamland.

Aaack. Homesickness. I run and hide nao!