Ok..Here it goes..
Let me start out today's entry regarding my beautiful family..
A lil intro about all of us
I'll end up talking loads about each family member..so I'll prolly take 1 post per member.
Papa, a.k.a Mazzy:
My dad's a super strict guy. This doesn't help that he is both hot tempered and short tempered.(kinda a bad combo..but that's his character)
My dad was born a Hindu but converted to a Muslim when he was 18 cuz of influence from his kampung friends. He could have pursued studying as his parents had wealth and all..but he was a hell of a mischievous teen back then. Like a retro rebel! (Retro cuz he lived thru the disco times, like he had an Afro and loved wearing bell-bottom jeans. My dad's 66 now btw)
Anyway, he had a SUPER FUN & COOL job! He worked as a sailor. I am still envious as he had traveled to soo many countries. (Travelling is my passion!) He has practically explored all the 7 continents! So unfair! In my house now, we still have some of the souvenirs of The Leaning Tower of Pisa, The Sydney Opera House etc.. 1 thing that he gave me (in which I still treasure a lot) would be a box filled with notes and coins from all the countries! There's even coins that have like a hole in between it, UBER COOL!!!
My dad's was and always has been a workaholic..a good thing, he likes to work. A bad thing, I don't get to see him a lot now..actually ever. (Now he's working as a security guard though). I have always felt like I kinda grew up without the nurturing of my father..like he was never present. And to him, I am just a daughter that is bad omen. I guess cuz to him, around the time I was born, he fell from the top deck of the ship to the bottom, shattering his calf bone on 1 leg.
He always shows his love thru gifts/items/presents. Thank you Papa for like all the cool & expensive stuff like my IPhone 5..but I am not someone who's materialistic..regardless, I'll still love you no matter what. Despite, the scoldings, beatings, rash decision, you are my father after all, a man in my life that I highly regard.
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