as i floundered my way home.
ohdear, it's another dreary night.
dave's flown off to japan
and i'm off to langkawi tmr.
plusss, i miss my mommy.
haha, sounds wussy, i know.
can't wait to see the sari she bought!
but that'll only be after i come back on the 19th.
had ADJAM two days ago.
what can i say, hmm..
i'm blessed to have shahreel in my grp or it would've been way odd.
and hey man, it's really one of those times where i participate in real racial harmony.
hurhur.
weeelll, basically, shahreel and i both agree that the highlight of the whole ADJAM was Project skirmish ( this 'laser-quest-cum-painball-concept-fused-together' game)
anddd, the hilarious ice breaker games.
it was seriously good.
other than that,
it was tonnes of walking.
BRISK walking i must add,
in the middle of the night till the sun rose the next morning.
alright, it was quite fun.
but uh, how shall i put this..
the people there were not quite speaking the same lingo.
majority were speaking " ching ching chang cheng chong"
"maybe BA"
and et cetera,
you get the works.
i mean, i don't have anyth against that but it's just weird.
too weird and uneasy to communicate,
much less click.
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on a muchhh different matter,
i'd like to talk abt my father.
never really loved the man alot,
but he took my brother and me out for dinner after ADJAM that night
and it was just something about his face.
that eager, warm, sincere smile that was there,
that provoked my thoughts and emotion.
he was never a guy who spoiled his children.
in fact, he almost never bought me toys when i was young.
none of those dolls and fancy stuff.
he was strict and difficult to talk to.
still is.all of that.
but, at that moment, during dinner,
as he earnestly asked my brother and me what we'd like to eat,
it really touched my heart.
it dawned on me that although i never really felt much love from him,
he does love us (my brother and me).
he loves, but differently.
he never says it, but you can sense it in the things he does.
like buying food.
or sending me to school.
simple stuff that most people think are a given.
i mean what's so special abt buying food and sending you to school?
isn't that what every dad's supposed to do?
but no, so many of us take it for granted that we fail to see that such simple,
trivial and insignificant actions actually do represent a lot.
and i am moved.
my father may not be the best or most affectionate parent,
but that does not make him a parent any less.
i love my father,
and i never thought i'd say it.
haven't packed my bag for langkawi by the way,
and i am dead beat.
buonanotte world,
buonanotte.
preparing the food!
gareth tan watching over the sun-dried nuggets.
got milk?
birthday girl!
birthday kiss! don't shy!
us (:
odac!