Papa

Yesterday I watched the 9pm 小孩不笨 serial. There was this part when the tension between Tom and Jerry, the brothers in the show went to a crescendo and finally was released when they raced with each other towards the.. Ok, I'll let you guess, assuming a lot of you didn't watch the show. Hint: Tom was holding a comic book and Jerry had his Gameboy in his. Can't guess huh? Ok lah, the answer is The TOILET! The next scene was Tom seated on the toilet bowl reading his comic book. That reminded me of my brother who likes to occupy the toilet to play his, yes-you-guessed-it, Gameboy and my father who likes to stay in the toilet for TOO LONG to read his, ok-I-don't-think-I'm-supposed-to-reveal-this-but-what-the-hell, newspapers. Ok, slight difference here, comic book and newspapers, but still, they're reading material. Example of boys' and men's blatant LACK of creativity, even for the things they get stuck to the toilet bowl for. Bless them. Anyway, that brother of mine. He gobbled up half the box of chocolate biscuits that my mother bought and attempted making me half a scapegoat. With his back facing my Mum, who was niam-ing him, he accused me of eating them also! And he was smiling cheekily as he munched on another biscuit, as though my Mum believed him. Too bad I caught him smiling. Truly Madly Deeply! *pek chek* I don't really care about personal well-being but I'm not suicidal either, so I won't touch junk food when I'm asthmatic. Any illness also can don't change junk-food-diet, but asthma MUST CONTROL, because will die! Ok, I know the sentence structure of this sentence is totally off but it expresses what I want to say. Forgive me, I sinned. I didn't eat and he accused me. Super BO HUA! Anyway, I suddenly think my whole life consists of the same cycle replayed again and again: Choice -> Mistake -> Recovery -> Choice ->Mistake -> Recovery blahblahblah.. Luckily I'm strong and I recover fast. I don't want to whine but I need to tell you all about something so that you will know how sweet my Dad is. Just now I cut my thumb while opening a can of Campbell's soup. Point: My Dad helped me apply medicine to the wound though he was busy doing his own stuff. He said, "Hai.. 湘啊.. 你看你是不是很让人担心? 弄一点东西来吃都会这样." And he just asked me if I'm going over to Grandma's house. When I replied no, he asked what I was going to eat for dinner then. "不要吃不应该吃的东西, 我看你喘我很痛苦的 leh.." He said that just as a passing remark before he went out but it meant alot to me. I don't know, maybe people who are sick are more emotional or something. Whatever. I just feel that my Dad's the gentlest man on the planet, although sometimes he does nag too much. OooooPs! And have I mentioned before that he's an all-rounder? Intellectually, he's there. Physically, he plays good basketball and badminton, though not volleyball. And at home, he fixes our light bulbs and drills and hammers stuff himself whenever there's a need. Basically he's a man who gives his family alot of security, though sometimes he really nags too much. OH, I'm repeating this? Sorry, didn't realise that. :P Ok lastly, I miss my Onion Meimei! She's at her St John NCO camp and tomorrow, she breaks camp. I'm going to bring her out!