i like the picture above, but my friend claimed that she look horrible in it,so had to crop her off! :(
I havent been posting much about my life here in tassie. Generally I'm doing 'fine' here (im not sure whats the defination of fine) but rather, i have gotten used to the lifestyle here, gotten a few close friends, had ups and downs, piles of homeworkkkkk!
I can say that im a lucky/happy girl, and a really fortunate one to be able to go overseas to experience this kind of life!
(my Ghandi lookalike dad!)
and yesterday, Haley my korean buddy complained in her fb status that her dad never said ILOVEYOU or how much he misses her etc. Instead he only asked about how much she spent such and such. and she was deeply hurt by his actions. We were explaining to her that of course her dad love her, if not he wouldnt be sending her so farrrrr away here to further her study!
this sparks my interest in blogging about my appa! As some would know, I'm the only child in my family (NO IM NOT PAMPERED!) and I realised some weird and funny characteristic about my dad.
Generally I'm closer to my mom in as she's a housewife and i get to spent more time with her..but with my dad, there was a hate and love relationship. :P oh wait, i guess that goes the same as well with my mom but it was more obvious with my dad.
When I was a toddler etc:
HE WAS MY BODYGUARD/MY PLAYMATE.
as i said, i was the only child. Hence i was really lonely when i was young (my mom told me that har har =.=) cause i dont have any siblings to play tea party/masterchef/ barbie doll with. and of course my dad did not play barbie doll with me.. but he created new games for me where I would sit on the sofa, he sits below and tadah: I would operate a barber shop!
Create new hairstyle for him, gel etc (yes he let me gel his hair OMG ), and tying up his hair into mini coconut trees, and my AWESOME SKILL IS TO------ HELP HIM FIND WHITE HAIR & PLUCK IT OUT. LOL!
like i how i would refuse to eat/eat really slow and stuff the food in my mouth but not swallowing it when other people feed me. but when my appa feeds me, i eat at normal speed. and they dont dare to beat me or scold me infront of my daddy. har har har.
As i grew older, apparently i inherited my dad's genes. STUBBORNNESS. gosh, this was seriously a rollercoaster ride. our house could be turn into WWIII and then remained calm again. One moment we were watching teevee, the next we were disagreeing about some topic and trying to point out that the other party was wrong. (like how the ending should not be like thissss, but like thatttt.) I didnt want to lose and stood firm on my point, my dad one the other hand was angry that i was angry (righhhhttt...i dont know how to describe but yeah the war started)
And then came high school and college, I was given more freedom. the war still continued of course but somehow I could feel that he knew I love him and i love him (another har har har statement) and we argued less. And now I'm in Uni, far away from him....
Although he always used harsh word (yes, he asked me to eat shit [eat shit wei, seriously which dad would ask their ONLYYY daughter to eat shit! see, dont you dare to say im pampered if not ill ask you to eat shit] or he wanna change my sirname etc when we argued.. I was like wth you cant come up with other better lines?!! and WWIII came along....
*NOTE TO SELF: see jo bee, why do you have to answer him back :S )
and screamed/shouted/threw stuff. I realised something, he never once hit/slap/whack me. NOT EVEN ONCE. he would always raise his arm, in a way like he was going to hit me, but he would never do that..... and ever since i knew he would hit me, I was much more daring in answering him....
whereas my mom, whaoooo she is like the queen of caning when i was young. I had to spend once a week to search and hunt for the canes that she hid and break them into pieces or hide them somewhere else. (you dont have to tell my mom this secret, cause i already blurt it out when i was in college. she was like, NO WONDERRRRRR IT TOOK ME HOURS TO FIND ONE!)
and my dad was never a brand conscious type, he would go for comfort rather than brand (but all branded sutff comes with great comfort so yeahh) like how he would spent almost 1k to get a pair of sport shoe (i have flat foot but i can wear normal sport shoes too!!) for me before I came to australia, which i find it to be rather absurd! GIVE ME THAT MONEY TO SPENT ON FOOD OR SOMETHING. on a sport shoe? no thanks.
before I came here, we were still somewhere in that love hate relationship.... but spending a week with him alone in some totally new place really bonded us together. :) He told me many secrets of himmmm which i never found out (i did know about some but yeah, i hate to pretend i didnt know right) He was really supportive, as he knew my character so well (after all the fights).
AND BACK TO THE STORY ABOUT MY KOREAN FRIEND, some dads are really good at expressing themselves, where u can see them hugging and telling their sons/daughter i love you and etc.
My dad was once like that, when i was young... =.= then i guess either he got shy or i got bigger and we started fighting till he had no time to tell me that he love me. LOL.
There was no more goodnight kiss, no more sneaking into my room at midnight to sleep with me.. or telling me he's sorry when he did something wrong (I TELL YOU AH, MY DAD WONT APOLOGISE WHEN HE DID SOMETHING WRONGG.... ISHHH, BUT THERE WAS A FEW TIMES I CAUGHT HIM SNEAKING INTO MY ROOM AND SAID SORRY TO ME WHILE I WAS ASLEEEPPPPPP! WTH!)
and many people had the impression that my dad was the kawai and nice guy, but whao when he is mad, you want to stand 10km apart with him. :P
but what really touched me was he shed his tears when he was leaving for the airport to return to kl (and leave me here)
you know whyyyyy?!
SO FAR, THE WHOLE 19YEARS I WAS ALIVE, THE ONLY TIME I SAW HIM CRIED WAS WHEN MY GRANDMAMA PASSED AWAY.
and i was like omg, I MADE HIM CRY. =O
I guess the purpose of my writting this post is just to tell haley if she is ever reading, that all daddy(s) love their kids in certain ways. some show it out, some wont.
well, if they dont show it out.. DEMAND FOR IT! like how my dad would type:
KISS KISS KISS on msn before sleeping. and how he would say I love you now. and sometimes he forgot about it, I WOULD DEMAND AND QUESTION HIM, WHERE IS MY KISS?!
(I know, I'm so thick face. Oh even more epic, when i was young i watched some movie where a young boy asked his father,' how much do you love me' in cantonese... and the father replied with some longgggg touching poem , something like i would pluck the stars for you etc. AND GUESS WHAT?! I FORCED MY DAD TO RECITE IT TO ME EVERYNIGHT AFTER TUCKING ME INTO BED)
and he really 'layan' me and recite it! Gosh, i think if i were him i would just give this =.= expression to my kid! LOL
before he left me here in tassie, i was really down and he was asking me.. if it was the right decision for him to come with me for a week... he should have just let me come myself so I wont feel so depressed after he left.
BUT now i can say that it was the right decision for him to come and spent a week with me, even though departing was a heartache. We shared many moments together, he slept with me on my bed instead of setting up another bed, and I would tuck myself under his arm (like when i was young: and i remembered asking him this, WHY YOUR KETIAK/UNDERARM SO MANY HAIRS ONEE!)
and when we heard funny sounds at night and he promptly said to me: DONT EVER HAVE SEX UNLESS YOU KNOW HIM FOR xxx MONTHS! but please dont set your standard so high also lah... YADAYADA. seriously, when i was in high school/college he was not really keen about me getting boyf and all, but now i guess he is worried that he might not have a son in law. :( *faint*
or we would watch movie on the plane and when the kissing part came, I would hurriedly close his eyes (as if im the older one and he's underage which i think sometimes its rather true. Mummy said that sometimes i treat him like a small kid, like I would questioned him or nag him when he make a mistake!)
OKAY TO CUT THE STORY SHORT, I LOVEEEEEE YOU MY DADDY! and I know even if he doesnt show it out, he really love me too! (p/s. he tend not to show his face on webcam arghhhh. it will usually be my mom talking to me and he's doing his work at another lappie beside my mom's lappie while talking to me. DISLIKE!)
FAST FACTS YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT MY DAD:
1. He is a health freak, unless when it comes to pasta. He love those baked pasta and one kind of pasta that has stuff wrapped in it.
2. He has problem remembering and tend to mix up names. people's name, shop names, brand names. name it, you have it!
He would call Giordano as Gardenia, taiwainese S.H.E singers as the SHE-band and you dont wanna hear the rest.
3. When I order stuff at McD, he would say how unhealthy it is, but continue staring at my food. and when i offer him a bite, he would say, 'ok! one bite only' and finish the whole.
4. He has a big mouth! his one bite, IS LIKE A GORILLA BITE OR PRACTICALLY HALF OF WHAT YOU HAVE!
4(B) the previous one is not counted.
My dad likes to make me laugh ridiculously when i take picture and ruin my photographs! (its like his hobby) each time, if he was the cameraguy or happens to be near the camera guy, I would smile without showin my teeth and he would make stupid faces ----> I would burst out laughing like mad cow, and that was when the camera will go 'CHIIICAK'.
he knew i hate showing my teeth in the photos, and he insist that i should show---- see, stubbornness!
5. He has short term memory loss/ he's pretty easily distracted (I'VE GOT THAT GENES, AND IM WORSE OFF) so each time i talk to him in the car, he would go: uh huh.. uh huh. and I would demand for him to repeat what i said. and he usually cant.... and the argument will start!
6. He's used to hate when I cry, and will walk away if i dont stop crying.. which make me cry even louder (attention seeker haha) but now when i cry, he gets really worry! :( [scared that i become depressed]
7. He's generally more friendly than I am. In a way. :)
8. He makes up stories to trick me or in other words to make me stop whining. Like how i tend to fall when i was young, and i'm not sure if he is just plain lazy to find and apply medicine on me, but what he'll do is that he use his saliva or sometimes just place his fingers on his lips and rub it on my wound! WTHHHH SO EWWW-ISHHHH! and i read it from somewhere that there was such myths by rubbing saliva the wound will heal. bullllshit!
I shall stop at no.8. lucky number! im superstitious like that.. yeahhhh!
but frankly, I couldnt wish for a better daddy than him. :) though I wish his temper would not er be so 'roller-coaster' sometimes!
and the main purpose for me to write this post, is to remind me how much he care about me... the next time I find him irritating or we fought for something stupid, I'll reread this post. LOL, righhhhttt like i would.
HAPPY BEE-LATED FATHER'S DAY (AUSSIE TIME)
