Wednesday, August 25, 2004
First of all, check out songs by local band Electrico.
Then buy their CD, it's out at HMV and other good music stores.
The trip up to Genting and KL was smashing.
Take away the portion where I lose from the gambling, the trip was jolly good.
I love KL. The shopping and the eating never stops. So does the traffic.
Managed to bond a little closer to my dad, whom I actually realise is kinda cool.
First, he did not restrict me from smoking in front of him when I asked.
Second, he actually told me that we should stop for dinner and get some beer.
Third, I gambled along side with him and discussed our strategy against the evil "Dealer" who can't stop winning our money.
Fourth, we exchanged tips and TRIED predicting the outcomes from dice.
Fifth, we couldn't stop eating.
Sixth, he couldn't stop paying.
Seventh, we couldn't stop gambling. Of course until we lost all most of our money and had to settle for the tv or Starbucks.
Eighth, he helped me buy cigarettes back from M'sia.
All that isn't enough? There's more, but I just don't want to leak out too much information before you people start getting jealous of my "daddy-cool".
Well, after reading what I just mentioned above, people might start thinking that my dad isn't a really caring dad who just allows his son to indulge in all sorts of vice.
YOU ALL ARE WRONG.
My brother and I were both well brought up under his supervision, of course with credit from my mom. It just so happened that we prefer to think for ourselves now that we're older. (Tim, this line should apply to you.)
Up till now, we still get calls from him like 1 or 2am in the morning to tell us to go home early or to check if I'm dead from a motorcycle accident. He cares.
He worries about our pockets, and constantly asks us if we have enough to spend. Of course, we're always broke, but we just decline politely till desperate. He cares.
He would always ask us if we've eaten and whether we had enough for dinner. He cares.
He loves to take care of our laundry. Yes, I'm pampered. He cares.
He wakes up in the middle of the night to find us awake and reminds us to sleep early, though its like 5am in the morning. He cares.
The daily regime of nagging. He cares.
Though there are some points that I don't really like about him, such as repetitive, over-excessive reminders, I still love him.
For my brother, that I am not sure. I hope he does.
I am sure your dad loves you.
I am sure he does the same stuff, probably in another form or other.
You might think that I'm exaggeratting with these eenie minee details, but it's the little things our parents do that tell us they love us.
Do we have to wait till a car comes crashing into us, then they dive out to save our lives, then we see the point?
People, appreciate your parents.
Well, I'm still trying.
Then buy their CD, it's out at HMV and other good music stores.
The trip up to Genting and KL was smashing.
Take away the portion where I lose from the gambling, the trip was jolly good.
I love KL. The shopping and the eating never stops. So does the traffic.
Managed to bond a little closer to my dad, whom I actually realise is kinda cool.
First, he did not restrict me from smoking in front of him when I asked.
Second, he actually told me that we should stop for dinner and get some beer.
Third, I gambled along side with him and discussed our strategy against the evil "Dealer" who can't stop winning our money.
Fourth, we exchanged tips and TRIED predicting the outcomes from dice.
Fifth, we couldn't stop eating.
Sixth, he couldn't stop paying.
Seventh, we couldn't stop gambling. Of course until we lost all most of our money and had to settle for the tv or Starbucks.
Eighth, he helped me buy cigarettes back from M'sia.
All that isn't enough? There's more, but I just don't want to leak out too much information before you people start getting jealous of my "daddy-cool".
Well, after reading what I just mentioned above, people might start thinking that my dad isn't a really caring dad who just allows his son to indulge in all sorts of vice.
YOU ALL ARE WRONG.
My brother and I were both well brought up under his supervision, of course with credit from my mom. It just so happened that we prefer to think for ourselves now that we're older. (Tim, this line should apply to you.)
Up till now, we still get calls from him like 1 or 2am in the morning to tell us to go home early or to check if I'm dead from a motorcycle accident. He cares.
He worries about our pockets, and constantly asks us if we have enough to spend. Of course, we're always broke, but we just decline politely till desperate. He cares.
He would always ask us if we've eaten and whether we had enough for dinner. He cares.
He loves to take care of our laundry. Yes, I'm pampered. He cares.
He wakes up in the middle of the night to find us awake and reminds us to sleep early, though its like 5am in the morning. He cares.
The daily regime of nagging. He cares.
Though there are some points that I don't really like about him, such as repetitive, over-excessive reminders, I still love him.
For my brother, that I am not sure. I hope he does.
I am sure your dad loves you.
I am sure he does the same stuff, probably in another form or other.
You might think that I'm exaggeratting with these eenie minee details, but it's the little things our parents do that tell us they love us.
Do we have to wait till a car comes crashing into us, then they dive out to save our lives, then we see the point?
People, appreciate your parents.
Well, I'm still trying.
