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Sunday, July 16, 2006
my dad
my dad can be very sweet sometimes.. knowing that my sis didnt exactly have the best of days yesterday, and that she was coming back from church camp tonight, my dad whipped up this whole "vietnamese-style" noodle thingy. at first it was hey im boiling some dumplings for rachel when she gets back, you want or not.. then being me, i said yes. and i guess it was one of those times where when you start doing a nice act, you wanna make it really nice.. and so, the noodles with dumplings.. oh my gosh, it smells so nice okay.. well, smelled at least.. and it tasted great too. i tell you my dad is so amazing, he can cook the nicest of stuff when he feels like it.. i mean, have you ever tried his fried ice cream? or his brownies? (okay maybe the brownies dont count cos theyre probably from the packet) or his fried rice? and his omelette?!? it may sound like just and omelette, but somehow it tastes like much more than that.. he was the person i learnt from to put milk into the egg to make it taste nicer.. (but not too much though, it tastes weirded after that) and it was he who taught me how to make noodles have a nicer, springier texture by putting them into cold water when theyre half done then back into boiling water again.. its the hot-cold-hot shock treatment hahaha.. i later on learnt that it really does work when i saw jamie oliver do it on tv.. oh wells, not that im a great cook or anything.. but im really proud of the fact that i can at least ensure my survival should the need ever arise even though i never took home ec.. woots! three cheers for mepers! yeah anyway.. so there we were, sitting around the dining table, eating noodles at half past midnight.. giving me a warm, happy feeling inside.. and here i am, at half past one in the middle of the night, feeling super full.. but if he suddenly felt like serving up another round of noodles or whatnot (which he wont cos 1) hes sleeping 2) he says that im growing fat) i would eat it.. just so that we can share that feeling while eating again. that we're family.. and we're on common ground.. not i dunno.. like we have something against each other.. cos i dont listen.. or cos im too stubborn.. but in a way we're both stubborn lah.. when everything has died down, and i look back, i realise that im the unreasonable one.. the uncompromising one.. and yeah, as my parents they dont deserve my behaviour.. but pride comes in the way of saying sorry, pride comes in the way of acknowledging that yes, im in the wrong.. and so, even though youll probably never read this, thank you daddy for everything youve done for me, all the sacrifices, all the times when you did things for me and i never even thanked you sincerely. for all the times you put up with all my nonsense when others would have walked away. and even though sometimes youre not really there, thank you for helping me grow into who i am today.
heh. now it sounds like im celebrating fathers day one month late or something. oh well.
1:13 am
gail.
loves anything new
gets caught up in causes, events, loves
but doesn't do anything about them.
professes to be a supporter of the green movement
but leaves the lights on
disapproves of mcdonalds
but eats there anyways.
godwise, the jury's still out.
schoolwise, fass rocks my socks
but why do i have like a ton of work to do?
familywise, i guess theyre/its great
we just need to figure out what to do around each other?
freindswise, hey you guys are awesome.
blogwise, realises that the profile section is crappy
but doesn't know how else to fill up the space.
