when i crashed my mum's Honda when i was 16, my dad was dissapointed of me. whose parents wouldn't huh? i can still remember of that deep-menacing yet cool voice of his, when he uttered, "i am just dissapointed of you Aref", followed with a long pause that was enough for a drip of sweat to fall from the temple of mine, was; " i am". After he took a look at me, at my classic don't-kill-me-dad expression, he told me; there's always THE first for everything, he suddenly realized that after all, i Aref Khalid, was the rebellious yet manja child of his. 13 years ago, i was the child that he sang lullabies to and 13 years forward, i am that same child that corrupts his financial saving status.
truth said. points taken.i have always been fearing my dad for his cold and disciplinarian traits. he is like Simon Cowell with Chinese looks and fond for golf and cars. fast cars. he doesn't approve sympathy towards his children. sympathy makes him weak.
if he projects his weakness, me and siblings would be shopping at AX and LaBodega would be our daily lounging spot. u want the new Nokia N93? go and get one for urself. u want that job in McCann Erickson where his friend is a boss there? go and get urself a CV and an interview. that's my Baba. u see, my dad doesn't want us to think that gold grows on trees and every GM and CEOs' kids are entitled to live large with a Platinum Card in their Tod's wallets and Dior's purses. he wants us to strive. learn the hard way. no BMWs, no LRTs, merely brisk-walking under the hot sun. u get the expression.
truth said. points taken. am a living proof.
i would object to the term of readers who picture my dad as a stingy and cold person. he is not. he spends on his Callaway irons and a Toyota Wish for my mother. he feeds my loving Phoebe and Coco with Whiskas (alternate with Friskies and Science & Diet) unconditionally. he spent thousands on my sister's wedding. he financed me solely on my education. he raises his child and his family with much determination with little aid of materialistic entities. he doesn't believe that Gucci and Versace would put a smile on my mum, he doesn't believe that Tiffany's and Ralph Lauren would earn him respect and courteous gratitudes from his children.
WHAT he believes; that fetching us to and from school (and any destination) and fetching my much adored mother from her numerous business trips at KL Sentral at 4 am is much love and that goes for him vice versa. he wants to be there. the person that accompanies you along the destination. quiet, he maybe during journeys, but he bears in mind he has responsiblities, and he bears in heart "i want to be there for them..". he is a man with purpose. a man that is worth knowing and chatting to. ask him what his definition on life. u may be intrigued by the answer. or shall i say answers.
truth said. points taken. don't judge.
and so i dedicate this very first entry, to my father Mr Khalid Hassan, who has always been there for me, through thick and thin, and the person who never fails to amuse me with his sharp (pedas) yet wise one-liners. to a father who doesn't fancy hugging and kissing (this doesn't apply to my mother though) but did hug his children and shred a tear or two when i was leaving for Oz and sister getting solemnised.
to the hero in my life with much love and much anticipation to his phone calls,
to my one & only Baba.
truth said. points taken. don't judge.
and so i dedicate this very first entry, to my father Mr Khalid Hassan, who has always been there for me, through thick and thin, and the person who never fails to amuse me with his sharp (pedas) yet wise one-liners. to a father who doesn't fancy hugging and kissing (this doesn't apply to my mother though) but did hug his children and shred a tear or two when i was leaving for Oz and sister getting solemnised.
to the hero in my life with much love and much anticipation to his phone calls,
to my one & only Baba.
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aww..u make me cry.. :)
nice. =)
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