The broken ones-Dia Frampton

I’ve been listening to this song lately. I heard this song on the radio on my way to work and when I came to the office I hurriedly browsed my friend google and looked for this song. I was surprised when I found out that this was the first solo single of Dia Frampton a member of the indie duo Meg and Dia. They were one of those non-mainstream bands that I used to listen to. I remembered, I downloaded their two albums online. What’s more amazing was she also joined the singing contest “The Voice”. I was devastated that I was not able to follow the airing of that show because nowadays, I got tired watching those kinds of reality shows because they seemed to be all the same.
But nonetheless, I’m happy that she was able to have a chance in the mainstream field of music. Her voice and writing skills are awesome.

Oh by the way, she’s half Korean. So for those who like Kpop.

Here’s her version of Lonely by 2ne1.

Allow me to exaggerate.

Today is Parents’ day in Korea! I’m no Korean and neither am I in Korea but I decided to talk about them since it’s Parents’ day in one part of the world today.

A while ago, I was browsing my camera and I found this picture of them.


Looking at this made me realized how older they are now, Those lines on the forehead of my father and my Mother’s wrinkles are becoming more prominent each day. Their white hairs are now consistent but they are so cool that they manage to hide them by dyeing their hair (smart huh! ).

We grew up from a simple household. We are not a very religious family. We go to church but sometimes not together and not every Sunday. We don’t always eat all together and talk everyday. We don’t always show off affection by kissing and hugging. When we’re younger, I remember our father who works at a Company and also tried having a business on his own and  a mother who went abroad  to earn enough money to sent us to school. Whenever I needed something related to my studies and education, they would really try to give it to me as early as possible. I’m that impatient. We’re not rich but the way that they spend money for us is like we have all the money in the world. Exaggerated but true. I’ve also experienced being beaten up (not that beaten up.) by them but, at that time whenever they do that to me. I swear I would curse them with all the demigods that I know. But now, I realized that everything that they’re doing are not because they wanted to hurt me but because they wanted me to learn.

Of course, when our Mother was working in another country, our father played a dual role in the house. He became the Mother and Father at the same time. It was hard, I remember when he always insists that I should always sleep or take a nap in the afternoon but I was so hard headed that I tend to escape from him and play with my friends. And my mother, because of the distance, I know she suffered from homesickness.  My father has always been the shy type, during special occasions especially at school he would not talk, he will just stare and smile and he would always go home early. I guess, opposites really attract because that’s what my Mother is all about. She’s very sociable and she likes going to different places with different people. She’s really friendly. I believe that’s where I got my traits and personality of being a people person and someone who likes taking risks and adventures. Most of my friends say that I look like my father, I can sense it’s because of the Chinese looking face of my Father. We both had that small eyes and nose.

Like most couple, they fight like those superheroes and villains that you see in Movies. But, either are a superhero or a villain. They fight like children, they fight over small things and whenever they fight, they end up either not talking for days, sometimes even months and some days they just shake it off. Kiss and make up. Whenever they fight really hard, it’s us who are truly affected most of all. We can’t even control our selves from defending whoever’s been wronged between them. Most of the time, it was my Father’s fault.

He’s been that impatient and stubborn. I got my temper from him. Too bad for me huh?! But now that I’m all grown up, at least a little older. I learned how to control my temper and to not talk back and fight. I learned how to limit myself and my emotions. I guess, that’s what happened to me and my sister. We just let our tempers to burst out., leaving our connections behind. Our parents just didn’t want us to always fight so I think, they just decided to leave us apart than to fix us. I know they understand us but as parents I also know how much they wanted my sister and I to talk to each other again. We tried many times but it just didn’t work. Maybe, someday but not now.

As I look at that picture, I can see that all the hardships and efforts they have made for us are sketched in their faces. Their smile. It shows how happy they are that after all this time, after all the misunderstandings, they or we managed to stick together.

As said in the Bible, you have to respect your parents. I know most of us have already ignored this. We have already wronged and lied to our parents in any way. But still, as long as we have time, we can make up for all those things. Be thankful that you have your parents and God will bless you with all love.