For my father

I can play For My Father by Andy McKee!! JOY!

As we delved into the topic of relationships for this week’s sessions of late night bonding, I was unconsciously pushed to reflect upon the many relationships that I have been exposed to thus far, and to ponder about the kind of man I would like to marry in the future.

The only thought that entered into my head when that question was posed was that I would like to marry a man like my father. Not because I need a father-like figure in the relationship, but because I think that my father has been a good husband and an awesome father.

Last Sunday’s sermon was on family relationships. Father Simon said that we can stop aspiring to be the perfect parent or the perfect child because that is just not possible to achieve – what is possible and what is right is to aspire to be the best that we can be. With that, I think that my father has been the best father that he can be.

So Dad, thanks for the breakfast sessions which were always more like Jalan-jalan Cari Makan around Kuching. Thanks for never forgetting to bring us to enjoy the best of Kuching whenever we return from Selangor. Thanks for being the political newsreader so that I don’t have to read the newspaper myself. Thanks for the freedom you have given me to explore the world. Thanks for all the little things that you have done but which the English language have yet to create the necessary words to describe.

But that’s for all the things that you did. I think it is important to be thankful for all the things you didn’t do too.

Thanks for not being abusive. Thanks for not being demanding. Thanks for not being kolot. Thanks for not being unreasonable. And thanks for not being the overprotective figure. Thanks for always giving me as many opportunities as possible to make decisions for myself.

But most importantly, thanks for being a father that I can be proud of.

Happy Fathers’ Day. I love you, daddy.

I know you will read this because I know besides stalking people on Facebook and figuring how to change profile pictures, you also like to stalk blogs. :P

So for this Fathers’ Day, maybe you can take ko’s advice and go feed birds in the park. Hehehehehe! Then maybe after doing, in Lip Leong’s words, what old men do, you can have dinner at Tarot with mummy and absorb the young energy! Hahaha!

* I honestly think that 5 months of not returning to Kuching is making me very soppy. =.=” *

When irrationality is rational

I think it is high time I come up with… wait for it…

My very first emo post.

Yea, you read that right. I don’t think I have ever written an emo post before – not even when I nearly flunked my Add Math in 2008.

But I think there has to be a time where optimism and rationality have to take a back seat so that my poor trampled heart can heal a little faster. (okay, that was an exaggeration but still)

So what I would really like to do now is to throw my hands up in the air (no, NOT to say AYO, baby let’s go) and possibly show the skies my inferior looking fists and shout profanities in my conscience, blaming the seas, the clouds and the winds for, I don’t know, the friction they contribute that makes life harder for me when I walk down the streets.

Or maybe I should try the famous “I like to walk in the rain because no one would see when I cry” move. But it’s global warming and I’m already melting in my room. Darn. The mood isn’t even there so perhaps the next best alternative is to ransack my roommate’s belongings while she’s off watching Hongkie dramas and search for eyemo and be gone with that. For, you know, artificial tears because real tears are hard to conjure without the emo rain scenario. Can’t cry in the rain if there ain’t no rain!

I think anything irrational would have been better than self-battering. Sometimes, irrationality is just perhaps the best move anyone can take. And considering the circumstances, irrational actions like biting the head off my teddy bear (I can already see the happy faces of my housemates who, I do not know why, have a certain… shall we say distaste – haha! – for my blue bear) would be more rational than say, sitting in one corner and brood and do some self-reflection.

So my marks suck. But today, when I went back to Casa and bought ramly burger from a roadside burger stall, I saw an iPad and iPhone on their tables. Say what!? These are people who operate a roadside burger stall and they’ve got Apple products. Like, what?! On the other hand, I have a RM 78 handphone. =.=”

And thus I say to myself then: life ain’t so hopeless after all. If I can make a living out of operating a roadside stall and be able to afford Apple products, dang, that’s sweet enough. But then again, I don’t think the day will come when I can be satisfied with just a roadside stall. It’s not what I’ve worked to be and definitely not what my parents and friends would expect of me (despite them knowing that my dream all these while has been to be a kolo mee or char kueh tiaw seller :P).

I just realize that this is so not an emo post. I guess I’ll just save that honour for some other future emo moment.

The thing is that as much as I would love to sit and brood and shake my fists at life and fate, I can’t ever dismiss the little conscience in my head which I now both love and hate. At the end of the day, all I can do to comfort myself is mayhaps just to put my fingers together and pray and believe that God has another plan for me here in Subang if *touch wood* going abroad is not meant to be. I mean, when it comes to a point where the damage is done, what else is there to hang on to but faith?

Studying quirks

I seem to have lost the ability to blog about funny happenings. :(

I'd just like to write down some of the weirder study methods my housemates and I used to help us focus during our exam week.

When my roommate came back on Monday morning, the first sentence she uttered was:

"Lip Yi, tonight I am going to become a recluse. I want to write a 'Do Not Disturb' sign and hang it on our door, like the ones in hotels okay?"

Lol.

We didn't hang it btw. The only things we did that night was go to others' rooms and crapped about.... things that I can't even remember. Most of them go like this, though:

Sheau Jiuan: Pit Yung, can you see? (referring to laptop, in case the screen reflects)

Pit Yung: I have eyes.

Or....

Somebody: Let's have a heart talk.

Pit Yung: My heart is very strong.

Or...

Pit Yung: *counts the songs on Yi Hui's Jay Chou disc* I only know.... six songs out of so many! This proves that-

Me: You are not his fan.

Pit Yung: Correct! Bingo! It means I am his lamp! Not his fan!

I nearly died on the spot. I hope you noticed the constant variable. :P

So the first night ended with a total failure. Oh, we also spent a lot of time locked in my room, trying to prepare Yi Hui's presents. :) At midnight, my neighbours from A 23-02 came and all of us gathered in my room and listened to Michelle chirp. Until Pei Ling so heroically chased her back after half an hour. :D

Then the night before EE, we celebrated Yi Hui's 19th birthday! :)

We cooked dinner for her and gave her a treasure hunt. I was going to have a Chemistry test the next day so to prevent further distraction, I made a "Focus! Do Not Disturb" sign for my roommate.

Me: No paper. Then we need two la.

Siew Chee: No need. One is enough. For me. I never disturb you want.

*as if on cue, Yi Hui burst in*

Yi Hui: I heard Lip Yi talking!

Siew Chee: See!

-.-" So we only had one, but she abused its purpose! I was so happy when I finally get to use it on her when she started talking something about banana and constipation. LOL!

The next day, we finally made a "Focusing: Do Not Disturb" sign for our door. But actually, right after we put that sign up, we took our afternoon naps. Hahaha. Super fail. When we woke up, our sign was stolen by Sheau Jiuan and Ee Lyne. Lol.

The night before Econs test, I decided to declare a Cold War with Siew Chee because I realised we couldn't stop talking. So we had a war for 1 and a half hour, except to discuss Econs questions. Qutie frankly I thought I would lose. :P

But then hor, she came and started to ask some very stupid questions (cannot remember what) and she lost~~~~ :)

The prize was I didn't have to make my Milo the next morning. =.="