well its not that anything bad happen to me or my family, just that recently i've celebrated quite a couple of birthdays and that made me realise how time flies. it made me want to cherish my family much more.
as my dad turns 60, my brother 30 (omfg but yes the BIG 3), ahan turning 21 and me turning 21 soon.
for my father, he's always been a great man in my life. he was the first man the broke my heart and almost the family too, he spend the rest of his life making sure that his children and wife lead the best lives and giving in to many things. i rmb when i was younger, during the transition of sleeping from a "sari aka sarong-attached-to-spring" to sleeping on a decent bed. the first week was like sleeping on nails for me. i couldnt sleep in my "new" bed. my dad saw how i toss and turn on the bed so he decided to secretly carry me to the "sari" in the middle of the night and carry me back to the bed in dawn. some might ask, why not just let me sleep on the sari? well its because of the BIG M (mom) thinks that i am no longer a baby. the ironic part is that my dad stills call me "baby" now.
when i was in pri school, he wakes up at 6 every morning while my mom is sound asleep, he wakes me up, prepared my breakfast, waterbottle (in those days we have a string to carry it with how cute right?) checks my timetable to remind me to bring PE attire and etc.. he helps me tie my shoelace before sending me to sch (sometimes the maid will send me to sch). he did that everyday without fail. and all thanks to him, there wasnt a day where i was late for school =)
on sundays he will always bring me to clementi central's MacDonalds, we will share a Mc Nuggets and Mc Chicken/ Fillet burger meal. ofcourse sometimes i will beg him to buy me those Mc kids meal with a toy. after that, we will go to this bigbook shop above the ntuc and shop for stationaries, pretty-letter papers (i used to write letters to my friend EVERYWEEK, although i see her like 6days a week? lol kids ) , pencil cases that i always drop and broke it. after that we head to ntuc and shop for tibits, sweets and i will always show him to "stop" 5-fingers sign when i see him holding on to a can of tiger beer. (it was for his own good) =)
from our weekly routines you can see the reason why i was in the TAF club back then. when we reach home, we will hide my "treasures" in the cabinet and sometimes even in my room (between my books) so that my mom wont find out. all this continued until i was in pri 6. oh yes, something funny to mention, i wore the Extact same outfit every weekend and that made the cashiers from big book shop and ntuc remembers me very well. hahahah... i told myself i will not get married and i will accompany my dad forever.
now.... he is 60. i wish he can retire. everytime i see how tired he is after work just breaks my heart. (heck LK* and whoever introduce this retire at 65 thing, it should be our preference) i wish my daddy could work less. after work i see him do the laundry, ofcourse i did offer to help but sometimes my laziness just overcomes my body. *yes i know excuses shouts*
i might be a bit harsh on my tone and words sometimes but 5secs after the words split, i frown.
since young, i have always wanted to do my parents proud. i entered jc hoping to enter a local uni and make them happy but i failed. was i upset? yes but aloysius made me realise its not the end of the world. i have better things in life that i want to pursue. i just want my parents who have both worked so hard for me to lead a nicer life now, let them travel to the place they want, let me eat things they have never eaten before and give them the best i can give.
when i look at other families, i see how much their parents have given in for them and yet they didnt see it and kept blaming them for so many things i feel sad for them. one day they will realise they have been taking things for granted. i am sure their parents love them as much as mine do.
i couldnt say that my parents gave me the best thing in life but they have gaven me the best they can give.
i call it the -OPERATION-ALOYSIUS
ahan had a fabulous bd party. i was hiding from him for like 1mth plus. he's smart so he knew something was going on, i had to lie to him and told him it's just a chalet and bbq. haha but it turns out to this 5star hotel-luxury suite, with a en-suite bathroom, steambath, espresso machine, wine chiller, soft egyptian cotton giant bed, 2 plasma tv etc... ofcourse it cost me a bomb but seeing how his friends and the bd boy enjoyed themselves, i think the money was well spended. also i brought him a bottega venetta wallet, not cheap but there's a photo slot for him to put pics of me when he is in aust for Arpache operation.
this aug, we would have know each other for 3yrs! omg. i felt as if it was just yesterday that we met on the beach and his first words to me was "you are rachel right?" haha i didnt even take note of his name at that time! so i went "yar..haha u r?" yep we went on to talk all the way till 1am? yes we are madly in love. i have never felt so happy, protected, blissed and loved before. seeing his mgs in the morning when i wake up, in the middle of the day and talking on the phone everynight before i sleep is enough to make me in my happiest state. =) ofcourse thank you for the herve leger dress that i dream of owning
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