funny thing to think back on

2nd entry of the day. dont normally make two entries in a day. anyhow, i dont know why i was thinking abt my daddy suddenly. maybe coz he jsut left last night for japan/korea/frisco/new zealand/guam. means he wont be home for roughly 2 weeks. yeps. awful long time, means we wld all have the bear the grunt of my mom's tempremental moments, countless mood swings, and crazy outbursts. i was thinking abt dad since last night, watching that meg ryan movie 'hanging up'. there were so many comparisons i could make,and even more fond memories of my own to add.

how her dad let her stand on his feet, and they danced around, i did that too.

how her parents were quarrelling, and when she tried to grasp their attention,and got hurt in the process, it was daddy who came running. i did that too.

how the person i was most glad to see at home unexpectedly would definitely be dad.

most of my baby photos were either of me alone, or dad and me, as my mom felt she didnt want to be in pictures till she lost weight.

daddy was the one who took me out, my first trip overseas to paris, mom was with aunty, while daddy entertained me. i rmb vividly that when daddy went back to sG, we were still in paris, and mom left me in a store, forgetting to take me home.

my ballet lessons, my jazz lessons, my organ lessons, daddy let me take whatever lessons i wanted. when i hated my first tap dance lesson, he let me drop out.

bedtime stories. daddy wld read to me every night, even though i was a proficient reader at the tender age of 21 months,i still loved to hear those stories he read to me. believe it or not, i still keep 2 books very clos to my heart. their in my shelf right now.he never read them to belle or marcus. only me. one is 'my daddy' the other is 'baby's bedtime'. i cant bear to throw them out.

he thought me my first words, 'papa', dedicated to him. and he thought me how to spell my first word, 'A-P-P-L-E'.

whenever he came back from an overseas trip, he would buy a little smthg back for us, and even if i didnt like it , i would appreciate it, and keep it with me.

if he was overseas for long periods of time, he would send postcards from the coutnry he was in, and address them to each of us personally. he's stopped doing this though, as this job had too tight a schedule.

he used to cavort me around when we still had a car. especially in primary school, when my saturdays were filled to the brim with ccas abd external activities. he wld take time off his work, and be my personal chaffeur.

when i forget to bring smthg to school, he would actually drive to school, and pass me my prj/assignment/book just so i wont get in trouble.

though he was given the charge of being the disciplinarian in the family, he was never as strict as mom, and he only caned us with a valid reason. and he told us why we were getting the beating before he dealt it out.

he never punished me when the principal called the house in pre-primary, than again in primary 1 and 2, to complain about me. he sat me down and spoke gently, while my mother felt embarrassed and her anger surpassed that of the most active volcano.

when he quit his job during the recession, and was left jobless, he still saved every cent he had and bought stuff for me. unneccessary items, but i loved it all the same.

whenever we go for holidays, he would be the one going on the amusement park rides with us, whilst my mom would stay below, snapping pictures, eating, or keeping my sister company, as she's still too short to go on certain rides.

the list can go on for as far back as i can remember. whwat happened to my relationship with him now? i dont know. it seems strained. i feel like i can t really confide in either of the parental units anymore. it's hard and very taxing on me. maybe becasue their very strict. i have to report my every movement to them, and when i fail to do so, or 'hand-in' a wrong report, they go berserk, or just my luck that oneof their many friends spotted me, and boy would trouble be brewing back home. i dont know why i suddenly have these thoughts. it's odd.