FOR HONORATO SANTOS. MY DAD
THE BEST TRIP I EVER HAD:
Four (4) of the Eight(8) Family members, me, mom, drew, and dad, ‘tripped’ from Baguio to Manila last November 8 at about 2:30 in the morning. We
first did the obligatory ‘for-safety-trip’ prayer then bought the obligatory P30.00 worth pandesal for snacks.
As always, while on the trip, everyone would sleep till we reach the destination. That time though, unexpectedly, I didn’t sleep on poor old driver
dad, the only one who’s always awake.
Next thing I knew, I was on the way to the best trip ever
Dad drove really (really, really) fast. Imagine his eyes. He was like the devil himself, overtaking every truck, bus, van in his way – click, click -
Turbo button here, turbo button there. The poor Nissan of ours had the wheels checked up after the less-than-4 hour ride. It sure took a beating! Luckily not
one of the passengers also had to be checked up after the punishing ride. Surprisingly, Andrew said later after the trip that he slept quite well and he was
‘at peace’ during the trip. Mom was at my side during the ride, and she also looked fast asleep at the time. As for me, I didn’t even yawn or even think of
catching a nap, because the ride was brutal and thrilling. In plain words, ‘Ang lupit’! Parang naglalaro ako ng NeedForSpeed pero real time! The devil took
out Kennon -> La Union -> Pampanga -> Tarlac -> Bulacan -> Mount Arayat-> damn toll fee collectors-> Manila in only about 3 hours plus, I think, because we
reached Manila first before the sun did. What was at the back of my father’s head at that time? Mom and dad were only going to have a business meeting set at
lunch time later that morning, nothing else. But apparently, I guess my dad’s foremost reason for driving so fast was, he just wanted to sleep tight
afterwards.
My dad is so cool. In DOTA words, he is just plain, ‘owning’, in driving. These were the things that kept on rushing through my mind while we were on
the trip. I even tried to evaluate his life.
AN EVALUATION OF MY FATHER’S LIFE
They say how you drive your car (if you can drive a car), can also depict how you drive your life. In my father’s case, I can confidently say that
there’s another person around the world who can best Schumacher in his time (or whatever the correct spelling is), and that’s my friggin father. He’s a
genius. The geezer is a jack-of-all-trades. He can be an intergalactic space chieftain, whatever. If you’d try to know us siblings, you’d pretty much see in
us a part of him. In Xian a techy socializer booker economist, in Ate Punx a genius performer full-ist life-ist, in Andrew an extreme art deviant combatant
excommunicator, in Francis an addictus drinker gamer joker pufferk percussionist, in Ryan a handsome diskarteer barkadeer lover!, in Ynna a dangerous kiddie
–at-heart friend do-gooder. He plays life well. He’s owning, he double-kills, he triple kills, he’s god-like (somebody stop him??). He made many kids, who
are also geniuses (wakekekek). Then he made these kids to what they are right now, excellent, self-improving-sacrificing, independent, strong-willed (naks!),
without even raising a finger. He already had his fair share of life-threatening accidents in life, [brutal car-crashes that led to surgery, falling from
decrepit bridges with grandpa, rat-urine-caused disease, deaths-of-very-loved-ones, imprisonment, and the latest one, heart-aches that lead to arteries
blowing one by one] but not one of those accidents made him plea for his life, that’s because he always knows that if he’s going to die, he’s satisfied.
Thanks to God for making him a survivor-of-all-deaths. He’s not ordinary. You know those stories of mid-life crisis right. He’s not into it, believe me.
He’s not the best father but he takes us to the best trips of our lives. Not best because, all siblings agree there’s this one thing that hindered
him from becoming one, and i’m not even gonna talk about it. But that thing in the past has made us siblings see real life. It sure woke me up from a
pathetic state and view of life. ->that life is just fucking unperfect.
He’s going to drive our asses to greatness. He’s got this motto “Life’s fast, you only live it once, you won’t even remember it in your afterlife”. wahahaha!
That was definitely one of the best trips I ever had. Shit that was sweet.
Four (4) of the Eight(8) Family members, me, mom, drew, and dad, ‘tripped’ from Baguio to Manila last November 8 at about 2:30 in the morning. We
first did the obligatory ‘for-safety-trip’ prayer then bought the obligatory P30.00 worth pandesal for snacks.
As always, while on the trip, everyone would sleep till we reach the destination. That time though, unexpectedly, I didn’t sleep on poor old driver
dad, the only one who’s always awake.
Next thing I knew, I was on the way to the best trip ever
Dad drove really (really, really) fast. Imagine his eyes. He was like the devil himself, overtaking every truck, bus, van in his way – click, click -
Turbo button here, turbo button there. The poor Nissan of ours had the wheels checked up after the less-than-4 hour ride. It sure took a beating! Luckily not
one of the passengers also had to be checked up after the punishing ride. Surprisingly, Andrew said later after the trip that he slept quite well and he was
‘at peace’ during the trip. Mom was at my side during the ride, and she also looked fast asleep at the time. As for me, I didn’t even yawn or even think of
catching a nap, because the ride was brutal and thrilling. In plain words, ‘Ang lupit’! Parang naglalaro ako ng NeedForSpeed pero real time! The devil took
out Kennon -> La Union -> Pampanga -> Tarlac -> Bulacan -> Mount Arayat-> damn toll fee collectors-> Manila in only about 3 hours plus, I think, because we
reached Manila first before the sun did. What was at the back of my father’s head at that time? Mom and dad were only going to have a business meeting set at
lunch time later that morning, nothing else. But apparently, I guess my dad’s foremost reason for driving so fast was, he just wanted to sleep tight
afterwards.
My dad is so cool. In DOTA words, he is just plain, ‘owning’, in driving. These were the things that kept on rushing through my mind while we were on
the trip. I even tried to evaluate his life.
AN EVALUATION OF MY FATHER’S LIFE
They say how you drive your car (if you can drive a car), can also depict how you drive your life. In my father’s case, I can confidently say that
there’s another person around the world who can best Schumacher in his time (or whatever the correct spelling is), and that’s my friggin father. He’s a
genius. The geezer is a jack-of-all-trades. He can be an intergalactic space chieftain, whatever. If you’d try to know us siblings, you’d pretty much see in
us a part of him. In Xian a techy socializer booker economist, in Ate Punx a genius performer full-ist life-ist, in Andrew an extreme art deviant combatant
excommunicator, in Francis an addictus drinker gamer joker pufferk percussionist, in Ryan a handsome diskarteer barkadeer lover!, in Ynna a dangerous kiddie
–at-heart friend do-gooder. He plays life well. He’s owning, he double-kills, he triple kills, he’s god-like (somebody stop him??). He made many kids, who
are also geniuses (wakekekek). Then he made these kids to what they are right now, excellent, self-improving-sacrificing, independent, strong-willed (naks!),
without even raising a finger. He already had his fair share of life-threatening accidents in life, [brutal car-crashes that led to surgery, falling from
decrepit bridges with grandpa, rat-urine-caused disease, deaths-of-very-loved-ones, imprisonment, and the latest one, heart-aches that lead to arteries
blowing one by one] but not one of those accidents made him plea for his life, that’s because he always knows that if he’s going to die, he’s satisfied.
Thanks to God for making him a survivor-of-all-deaths. He’s not ordinary. You know those stories of mid-life crisis right. He’s not into it, believe me.
He’s not the best father but he takes us to the best trips of our lives. Not best because, all siblings agree there’s this one thing that hindered
him from becoming one, and i’m not even gonna talk about it. But that thing in the past has made us siblings see real life. It sure woke me up from a
pathetic state and view of life. ->that life is just fucking unperfect.
He’s going to drive our asses to greatness. He’s got this motto “Life’s fast, you only live it once, you won’t even remember it in your afterlife”. wahahaha!
That was definitely one of the best trips I ever had. Shit that was sweet.
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