My father

I am a person who love the sense of accomplishment.

I love it when i am able to complete planned tasks. I love it when i am able to do something i never done before. I love to be around friends who needed help. I love it when i can fulfill my promises. I love it when everything goes according to my plan, timing wise and all. i love the sense of accomplishment. and probably, that's where my stress comes from sometimes. When everything goes wrong, or i was not able to do things that i have planned.

When i was younger, before i left home, my father always insisted that we have to be this and that. We have to be at an exact place, at the exact time. We have to always follow that. Most of the times, we hated that. It was too much to expect and too much to do. my father never came later than me when he fetched me up at the airport when i went home. He never was late picking us up from school. Dinner must be at 6pm, and so did breakfast. At the exact time everyday. except on Sunday, where we will usually had brunch. When we were small, my father didn't buy TV, didn't buy anything for our entertainment. Instead our source of entertainment was the library. We were not allowed to go to our friend's house for my father said, it was not a nice thing to do. Although, we had heaps of toys, we wanted to play with other people-to the wrath of my father.

We practically grew up with the library. There was at least 2 days when dad drove us to the library, until all the librarian in town knew us and our schedule. By 6pm everyday, dad would ask where everyone was, and if anyone was not around, he would wait until the person was home. i remembered being lectured once, just because i came home late from school, and spent the time chatting with my friend outside the house. I remembered a lot of other things he did that i felt so grateful about.

my father is very outspoken, always being frank with us children(in regards to what he likes us to do, what not to do, how to behave), full of spontaneous sense of humour, but also very understanding and kind. i remembered once when i was working late one night-a part time job i had when i was in fourth year in uni-and i was mensing,was supposedly went back home with my friend. Because i was ashamed that something embarrassing might happened, i called him to pick me up. He came, and the first thing i asked was for a paper, so that it wouldn't stain the car seat. He just said that, it doesn't matter. it can be washed. At that time, i decided that my father is the only guy i can trust. I also remembered that he never complained about having to hold our bags for us when we went to the toilet during shopping session. i would have to say this because, my friend's father said that a guy should never hold a bag for anyone. My father is an exception.:o)

As we grow up, he becomes more like a friend than a father. Although, we have gone through so many turbulence, but i guess we are going steady. There are so many things that a girl could ask for, but a father is definitely priceless. Nobody is perfect, and it wouldn't be fair to judge him based on what he did or what he didn't do. I believe, we all done our best to live our life.


Now at the age of 27 years,i have so much in common with him. His time consciousness, his discipline, his diplomacy, his reasoning, his sense of humour(though mine is worst:o))his curiosity, his style and many other things.I realised that if it hadn't for him, i would just be another couldn't care-less soul who don't care for anything.i would just be another spoiled brat-correct that-useless spoiled brat with no real substance out to trouble anyone close.

Once my mum said: no matter what he did, you would always need him in life. He would always be an important part in your life.

And he is...