"Open up and say AAaaaAhhHhh!!!~!~"

Day15 - Age of 15.
I spent 2 years ( Form 1 & Form 2 ) in the afternoon session and this year around in Form 3, it's gonna be in the morning - meaning I have to get my ass up early in the morning. I remember clearly I was very actively involved in chess when I was in high school.

Assholes in my class

Cameron Highland trip with other schools ( we are so fuxing naive when we were young)

Thing(s) I did on Day 15.
Reflecting Day15 - Age of 15 by "having a good chat with dad". I haven't really spoke to my dad for a long time, and I mean really sit down and have a good chat. I took the opportunity tonite and talk with my dad. It’s been awhile since we have had one of those conversations. And we digress into the stupid like the one long standing debate over my birth. It is one of those family things you always revisit just because it makes you smile. He sounded really good too. I forget sometimes how much our lives spill into each other.

Remember during our grandfather’s time, a good husband is someone who was responsible towards the family and this focused on financial support for the wife and kids. A husband was not expected to clean, cook, babysit or listen to the woman’s complaints. Even for my dad, this is also largely true. He did not need to lift a finger to help my mom and yet, for his generation he is still considered a good husband because he provided for the family. My dad has 4 brothers and 2 sisters, he is the eldest. He stopped schooling at a very young age and he has to work to support the family. My dad was a tall and well-built chap, unlike me skinny but slightly handsome than him lol. We had a good chat really, from how dad gets to know mum ( they actually got to know each other from friends ), how dad used to wake up in the middle of the nite due to people walking up and down on the stairs ( he was sleeping under the stairs in those 2 storeys shop house ) and he was in the school basketball team. Dad told me he used to have a lot of admirers, you know when you are in a school basketball team, you are the in-thing. Oh well, this is where the calculation between me and dad started. My immediate respond was "Pa, your son did a better job than you" and he looked at me pointing his finger at mum who's busy eating and watching her Hong Kong drama.

As dad was preaching his summon I looked at him and I noticed his hairs have all turned white, he is not as fit as last time - getting skinnier and wrinkles all over his face. The last time I had a good look at him he was still very much younger and stronger, I guess I hadn't really talk with him for a long time. Dad is really old. Regardless of my age, he will always be my dad and I will always be his little son. Whether Dad is a prime minister or a rock star, he is always there for us. Dad taught us the true meaning of respect and how to earn it and he always lectured me not to cry, a true hero doesn't drop a tear. Walan, sounds damm heroic rite but I have never seen my Dad cried before - even the lost of my grandparents.

It is frightening to envision life without Dad but I know he will go one day. I can recall being walloped by Dad and when I grew older, I know that it was an act of love. I cherish the time spent with Dad while he taught us the necessary principles of life. He was proud of us, and he and Mum knew they had created something very special when they made the three of us. I am so grateful that you came into our lives. You were a wonderful father and a wonderful husband to my mom. Thank you for being my dad.