the ostentatious glory

Saturday, January 05, 2008
Time's running out!!

Wow. it says 4:44am on my computer clock.

And oh, mentioning about the word "computer" makes me think of the sexy DELL INSPIRION 1420 NOTEBOOK i have been eyeing on the newspapers for the past few days! But due to budget, uncertainties and many other reasons, oh wells...

Haha guess what I was doing before typing this post! And the mere thought of it makes me wanna faint. IT'S SOO DEMORALISING PACKING MY BAG TO PREPARE FOR ENLISTMENT!!!

Yes, preparing 9 underwears and trying to find if i have more (just in case)... ...squeezing 7 clothes-hangers into my bag (because SAF wrote in the letter must bring at least 6)... ...and finding my stupid nail clipper among the mountains of books, stationary, papers, and magazines!!! (all thanks to my Dad who wants me to "revamp" my table before going into NS)

TIME IS RUNNING OUT!!!

9 JANUARY 2008!

It's like just 4 more days left!!! :( :( :(

Ok here's the Checklist:
PSC Scholarship application undone,
NS bag not ready,
table not cleaned up and organised yet,
portfolio is in a totally chaotic mess,
resolutions 2008 is partially completed,
and I haven't start preparing for the upcoming Air Force Pilot Interview on the 8th January!!!

Oh man.

But thank God who helped me pass the super-tormenting, taxing, and draining Computerised Selection Test for Air Force Pilot applicants on the 14th Dec last year! No matter what, i'm gonna do my best for the interview in order to not let Him down after He's helped me pass the first stage! Pray for me and wish me luck, friends. =)

Ok sorrows aside (for they always seem to rectify themselves at the last minute miraculously somehow-and don't ask me how!), I'm gonna share about my hero Daddy today!

Well, the story begins at 8:45am today (oops, yesterday!) after i just completed a 3-km run in my neighbourhood park. And wait, side-track a bit, i seriously think my fitness now is like a primary 6 year-old kid! Seriously seriously. You can't imagine the fatigue and inabilities experienced after months of physical inactivity. (I want to go back to canoeing days again!!!) How i wish i can really catch up within weeks in NS or even better, improve tremendously in the first few days! Sigh.

But back to the story first.

So poor, worn-out James tried to walk back home after the run but was so exhausted and breathless that the empty long bench in his void deck looked so appealing to him and he decided to recline on it and pave the way for black-screen and meditation. And there appeared a full-10 minutes of quietness and peace and slow returns to regular breathing that made him more relaxed and revived...And suddenly,

a malay man, in his 20s, approached James and abruptly woke him up from his almost sweet slumber and tried to sell a Motorola C168 (if i didn't remember wrongly in my daze) to me. "Hey brother, i can see that you need a handphone. I'm selling this handphone with charger for 50 dollars. With ear-piece it is $55. Buy from me la." He said.

James regained consciousness and saw a tattooed man who looks like he's been on drugs. But being dazed and not wanting to squash his hopes instantly, i tried to explain why i won't want to buy from him because his phone was not the kind i wanted. However, instead of walking away, he became more persistent and start cutting prices to $45 and even $40! His reason was that he is in desperate need to buy cigarettes and that's why he wants to sell off "this phone which he bought yesterday at a loss". He was persistent.

Hey this is doubtful.
I guess you can figure out the reasons why, and hence i casually told him: "Hey, let me go back and ask my dad. I'll come down soon to let you know if i can buy from you."

Well, initially he was reluctant to let me go, but i insisted and promised him that i will be back whether i want to buy or not, and i went back home!

Now tah-dah!

I have my power-daddy at home who's preparing to go to work! woo-hoo!

Ok i'll start explaining my "highness" now.

Dad has a face that is fierce-looking, a big body mass that can look muscular and full of strength with clothes on, and a free-to-alter voice that has its modes of operations ranging from thunderous to threatening to gentle! Coupled with his history as a notorious secret society member with a totally clean record but yet possessing strong links with both good & bad in his time, he's my most perfect spokesperson!

Now i'm grateful for my dad.

I told him all that had happened just now, and heard what i desired to hear from him: "Oh. No prob, i will settle this when i go down later. where's the place?"

"Yes! Bingo!" was the cry in my heart, and i told him all information i could about the person's descriptions and the place downstairs. Haha go daddy!

Well, throughout his life, even in his workplace in Rocher Street now, Dad has coincidentally met many street gangsters along the way and "accidentally" intervene in their problems. Most thought that he is a lao-da or someone big on first impressions and a couple of them has literary fell on their knees before him begging for help before! Powerful dad. Too bad i don't even inherit 1% of his looks, if not i can perform these magics too! hmmm...

So the story continues and daddy called me back after 5 minutes. And i'm so grateful that he went down instead of me!

Because, there were 2 tattooed guys this time! (wow, lucky i didn't go down. if not i would sure feel intimidated and scare out of my wits!) And i don't know why, but somehow when they see my dad walk towards them, according to my dad, they got uptight, nervous, and tried to walk away. But my dad sternly said, "Sit down." And they just did! hahaha.

One of them thought he was a government officer checking for illegal cigarettes due to my dad's confidence and was afraid but was reassured when my dad told them it's regarding the handphone. HOWEVER, the malay guy (with guts at the wrong time) offered $55 and talked about his phone. Haha! Seeking death! My dad immediately scolded them and told them things that they even want to show him their ICs! But well, even though they were trembling with fear, my dad is certainly not an evil person and he just called off the "deal" they made with his son, yours faithfully. And, they flee! Woo-hoo!

And James lives happily ever after for the rest of the day and Kudos to Daddy!

Haha amazing dad i have i must say. And this is the first time i shared about my dad to anyone! On this blog! Don't play play... hahaha.

Anyway, here's some food for thought. Imagine if your son encountered the same situation, would you have "settle this problem" for him as a father? Or just rush off to work and tell him to settle it himself when there are two tattooed guys this time? And will you be able to be act tough and settle it confidently even though it's a gangster you're facing? Hmmm for some time today i wondered if my dad (or the dad of another person in the scenario presented) wasn't as tough-looking, both physically and mentally, as my dad is now, would he have confronted the two guys with courage to help his son settle this minor problem?

My answer is a definite yes after some reflections. At least for me that'd be the case. Fatherly love is indeed great.

Oops, running out of time!

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