Papa

I’m now at a crossroad of life where my thoughts and feelings, collectively,

 they bind so tightly that it induces a conscious person out from within, in the many subjects I didn't comprehend or refuses to maybe bother before but now am at the verge of studying it on a different perspective.

(Perhaps it’s the  7 torturous papers I sat last week with the countless complaints I made in choosing this field and the education system in Malaysia :/)

I get many people pushing me into finding a guy lately, 

as if it appears to be easy like picking a preference from a food menu or something,

and in addition to that they want me to be a match-maker when they outwardly made a request to find them a pair at the same time. Killing two birds in one stone they say?? 

I had to laugh about their pleasantly humorous gestures and submissions on how to entice a guy from afar,

like for instance, giving them the eye signals, dressing up looking amorously and flirtatiously sexy and the rest are in confidence because it doesn't matter. 

As I ponder upon how ingeniously witty they sound, 

it secretly immersed me into a deep thought about the potential ‘him’ and 

no matter how much my mental activity intertwines, it always falls down to one man in my life and that man is Papa. 

Seems exceptionally odd as I’ve never consider about it before but now that I have, 

it began to bring a whole new sense of feeling to appreciate Papa even more.

I know the possibility of my desire is surreal and it’s no longer a habitual custom, 

but I would really appreciate it if 'he' could drop by and say hi to Papa when 'he's' bringing me out

or even ask Papa’s permission to bring his precious daughter out

because I'm sure if 'he' respects and treats Papa good, 'he’ll' also be good to me.

Papa has always been a hard and diligent worker who concentrates in taking care for his family

 by putting us at the top of his priorities,

 and because of that he has to suffer an ordeal at work 

just to make sure Mama, brother and I had the best in life. 

I need 'him' to understand that Papa has been an important person and influence in my life. 

xoxo

-Miss V-

wants Papa to be happy like that forever

CNY 2011

Yes Gong Xi Fa Cai, Ang Pow Na Lai, cliche, i know, but it's perpetual until now because of it's fun and catchy statement, so no harm saying Ang Pow Na Lai!! yahoooooo!

Anyway, back to my New Year's celebration.

It's quite commendable that I've not miss a single reunion dinner, maybe because food and ang pow's too irresistible decline.

Here's a picture of Yee Sang. I don't really know the significance of this but it's always served during Chinese New Year, normally as an appetizer, where we'll all toss it upwards together with our chopsticks. The only idea i have is it's probably a symbol for prosperity or good luck.

Here the tossing begins where everyone will start tossing together,

wish for, "High Salary", "hope my lecturer will give me extra bonus!", "Good results for exams!!", "Ringgit Malaysia currency increase!" "Euro currency drop!" "Fairer and prettier", "brand new guitar and piano", "iPod, iPad, iphone!"

Then, as usual, we'll take a few family shots.

Me!

My juvenile brother, keep up with your age please. lolz jz kidding, you can play firecrackers as much as you want. -slap on forehead-

I think it's just the nature of boys/guys/men. There must be something intriguing about exploding wrapped substances that comes in variety of shapes and sizes, which of course discharged sounds too and it goes something like this.... 'eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee POP! ' or 'piuuuuu piuuuuu piuuuuu' or 'tap tap tap tap tap'...

Yes and your money minded sis, is gambling away! Lol jz kiddng, I didn't gamble this year, just played cards with cousins. Funny, I didn't know there's so many types of poker and it took an eleven year old boy to teach me how to play Poker. Texas Poker!

Afterwhich, Chinese Poker was introduced and Indian Poker too.

Dad, grandma, mom, brother and me!

Have a fun day!

xoxo

-Miss V-