2-in-1.

nope. not gonna talk about coffee (2-in-1 just reminds me of coffee!) but about the 2 most important men in my life right now- dad and andre.








not blogging this just cos it's father's day, but rather, i want to tell everyone that i have a very sweet, understanding and talented daddy.

he's now a street busker who incorporates yoga into his calligraphy and he can do amazing things like writting three words with both hands, two words with this mouth concurrently (as shown in the pic), sleeping on the rope and writting words (was shown in ch8 a few weeks ago), etc.

i dont think there's anyone else who can do what he does.
i cant even draw a circle and a square with both my hands at the same time.

when i was really young (in lower pri), i hardly get to spend time with daddy and i used to throw tantrums cos of that.
i didnt understand that he had to work around the clock to provide for us.
all i knew was that "how come other children get to play at the parks/ecp/shopping malls with their daddy on sundays and i dont?"
i grew very unhappy and would start throwing tantrums cos no one took me out to play and my brothers had too much of an age gap with me to bother about me.



then in p3, simin and her sis came into the picture and we did homework, played playgrounds, roller bladed, badminton-ed almost ever other day together. (:
those were undeniably the sweetest memories of my childhood.



p5 onwards, i started being rebellious.
my mom would cane me with canes and she graduallly switched to leather belts when she realised i was getting resistant of the pain caused by the former.

whenever my dad was around when these physical punishment occured, he would stand in front of me and shield all the beatings with his body and tell my mom to stop hitting me.


when i was 17, i wanted to drop out of jc and go to poly.
my mom told my principals and chinese teacher in the face that she does not want to allow me to do so cos she is very sure im destroying my future.
when asked, my dad simply said, " i support her in whatever she wants to do".
upon hearing, i broke down in front of my principals and teacher.


then when i finally was allowed to go to poly, my mom did not want to support me.
so i worked.
after minus-ing whatever was left in me from giving to hockey, studies and my army bf back then, i slogged whatever i had left at work.

then i got into a dispute with my mom again and my dad held me and said, " stop being so hard on her. your daughter is very stubborn. you didnt want to support her and she worked till she's so tired out and she still insists on doing so."

all these, he said it with pain, with tears.
(and now, im in tears again)


my dad, he's that sweet.


when my mom scolded me about the cup just now (read: prev entry), he said, " let her be. maybe it's a gift and impt to her, that's why she didnt want to let you use it."

his understanding nature, in contrast with my mom's tyranny, made me choke in tears when i recount what happened to andre.

when i passed him the father's day present that i got for him (four seasons' durian pancake and puffs), he jumped up from his seat and was very happy.
it was just something simple, but he was happy enough to know that he was remembered.


i realised that i have never told him that i love him, face to face.
trust me, im that lousy with my emotions.


i was reading an article about jolin tsai and stephanine sun on sunday times today.
what caught my eye was the reply that jolin tsai gave to the reporter when she asked her what was she looking for in her boyfriend.

"someone who can take care of me."
"that's all?"
"yes. it's not easy you know. in order to be able to take care of someone, you have to be understanding and very matured."

i raise my both hands and legs for agreement to that man, jolin!


mr chang, i know i hadnt been easy to handle for this past months.
esp when i just keep quiet when you try with hard to fix things, or when i simply whine and whine non-stop and throw all those shit at you, etc.

but you never gave up.
even when i gave you the silent treatment and the cold shoulder, you still sacrificed your sleep, float into NTUC to buy breakfast ingredients, stay up overnight to cook breakfast for me and deliever it all the way down from bishan.

or when i was feeling angsty, emotional, frustrated, helpless cos of my mom and ignored your concerned sms-es, you called to make me talk to get it out of my system, was there for my tears and even put aside your precious training sessions to spend time with me and make sure that i did not need to be alone and at home to face all those shit from my mom again.


that's just so many many many many many more.
thank you, love.
(: