According to my late dad, when I was very little, I used to stand on top of our dining table and sing. Holding a broom with my left hand as my microphone and displaying a lot of energy, I impersonated Madonna, Cindy Lauper and even Michael Jackson. Dad added that I would even sing and dance non-stop if given candies by my audience who happened to be my aunts and grannies. See, how cheap I was? Lolz. I wonder how I looked like as a performer at that time. Too bad, my family did not have a camera to take pictures of me. I could have been laughing out loud looking at those pictures now.

Dad really thought I could sing. Sigh. Worse, he thought, I could make it big. Another sigh. In fact, when I was like 4 or 5, he used to take me to some Amateur singing contests. I remember, I was always the youngest among the contestants. But when you’re little you tend to be gullible. Dad did not even use his convincing power to make me believe that I can sing. I just banked on his words.I don’t know if you guys are familiar with the song ” I can’t say goodbye to you.” But that’s the very song, my dad always wanted me to sing. Sad to note that I never got the chance to take home any of the major prizes. I got nothing but a bottle of Pepsi Cola.

I never hated Dad because of that. In fact, I’ve always been thankful to him for the encouragement that he gave me and for believing in my potentials. I may not be a good singer, but I don’t feel talentless. I always feel confident in everything that I do. I honestly believe I wouldn’t be where I am now if not because of the nice things, Dad taught me when I was little.

And mind you, I never gave up singing until this time and I don’t think I ever will. I sing while taking a shower, washing the dishes and even when I am trying to sleep. Crazy but true.