Super long post of one of the angels in my life, typed to be preserved in my blog so u better quit if you're not interested.
Oh well, since u didn't then u are interested I guess.
The specty guy is my papa, the blue one my koko, the brown one my erke, and the pink one me.
This is a pic of all four of us on a bike heading towards the hills, the red thingy is my house just beside the sea ^^And that is smoke, my mama was cooking then I guess...
When I was young, used to fancy papa more than mama. ha.ha.
He was the one who taught me how to skate way into the nite, it was nearing night time, I can still remember it all vividly in my memory.
Him, holding my hands, and me in the pair of red roller skates and the weak sun rays dropping lower and lower behind the hills.
And him, bringing us three lil brats on his wind surfer in the sea, when lil shrimps jumped onto the board. We brought buckets and pails to try catch em'.
Him, not scolding me after discovering that it was I who plucked all his fresh veggies to feed the chickens when he thought his crops were attacked by some kind of worms.
Him, holding my hand pulling me up the steep slope when we went hill-climbing.
Him, teaching me to draw apples in the sea, so I could swim breast stroke.
Him, accompanying and telling me bed time ghost stories when I shifted into my own room at 10.
Him, not scolding me for puncturing a hole in his batik with the canting when he left it there to take a break.
Him, talking to me in the car, just us two in the car. And me praising him for having grown some 'baby hair' on his bald head just to get a cornetto from Esso.
Him, waiting up into the night when I went out with my ex the other day.
The person that came into view whenever the video call in msn established will always be my papa. My dear papa.^^
Sitting in front of the computer, he always listen to me rattling on about my life, my grumbles etc. And after some time, when I ran out of stupid stuff to gibber, he will then ask a few things and then leave to go get my mummy to talk to me. I could see that he wants to talk to me but the words just don't come out.
When I broke up, he wasn't the one asking me about my problems, he just asked, "How are things with you and him?" and when I bursted and asked him to quit asking about my ex, he just went away and the next time we turn on the webcam again, the same question will pop up.
He actually really wanted to talk to me, wanted to care, but since I'm always telling mama my girlie stuff that I reckon he will not be interested in, he just backed off from the scene without a grunt.
I didn't celebrate his birthday with him although I was back in Malaysia then. I booked my tiks to sabah sarawak waaaay earlier without realizing that I'm gonna miss his birthday. I didn't buy him any presents, just a roughly made card I kept hidden in my drawer to suprise him. Speaking of cards, papa made a card for my UPSR exam u know? It's pink and green in colour, and it was signed, mama, koko, erke, and then lastly papa.^^ It was really really sweet ^^
I have got no idea where is the card now. But it will always be inside my head, and my heart.
Muah muah! I love you pappy!! (since there's ma, mammy; there should be pa, pappy! kinn's 1st theory made up when I was on the stairs in nai nai's old house)
Bet you're not gonna read this afterall, I just wrote it here cause I felt like remembering all those sweet moments when I was your little girl, and I guess, I will always be her.
