Am I still Daddy's little girl????

I don't know why, but I just really miss my dad right now....
I miss his lame and cold jokes which always send me LMAO-ING... out loud .. without fail..
I miss the way he always tried to cheer me up but always get pushed away....
I miss the times I had supper with him.. tauge chicken, hokkien mee, mamak, food court..
I miss the way he would try to act cool like a teenager to become the same level like me and my brother just to blend in to our topic..
I miss the way he played ping pong with me.. everytime he tried to smash... he end up smashing the table with his body instead of using the bat and the ball (who the heck plays ping pong like this?)
I miss the times when we just talking random stuff, and his handphone will always.. (without fail) rings as its from the hospital indicating another paranoid mother with their babies wanting to see him...
I miss scolding him for picking up the call...
I miss those late nights where I'm still up .. and saw him with his big t-shirt and long pants.taking his wallet and keys and giving me the hopeless look.. indicating that he have to go to the hospital .... because of those paranoid mothers...
I miss waiting for him to come back after seeing those paranoid mothers..
I miss watching him picking up another call from the hospital again.. (those mothers are pretty paranoid)...
I miss watching football match with him as he would always picked the opposite team just to give sarcastic remarks towards the team I support especially towards my ex-husband... *ahem* *ahem* Cristiano Ronaldo *ahem* *ahem*.....
I miss going shopping with him as he would only window shop and never spend a dime...
I miss shopping computers and electronic things with him.. as he would.. maybe buy somethings... (usually, we go home empty handed)
I miss the feeling of excitement whenever I got something from him, though I know it was a gift from some bloody paranoid mothers... *screw them*
I miss his serious but never-fail-to-show-that-I-care face when he's working.
I miss calling him Mr Bean...
I miss tickling him on the hip and waist as that was his weakest point.. (that explain why I'm like that)
I miss punching his long-time-gone-biceps.....
I miss his laughter..
I miss his sarcastic remarks about other snobbish doctor...
I miss the from-work-to-politics conversation between him and my mother ( it's like a small parliament discussion on the dinner table)
I miss seeing him eating all the kacang putih.. and having sorethroat at the end..(my grandmother would lecture him for that)
I miss being angry with him as that's the only time I can flaunt my little miss behavior at him..
I miss his chinese philosophies and idioms though it always annoy me, it has a point...
I miss calling him daddy multiple times... and he would always answer
I miss asking him whether he love me more or my sister more....(he would say both)
I miss hugging him...
I miss slapping and kicking his ass...
I miss the times he would help my sis take revenge on me for disturbing her..
I miss laughing at him because he's short..
I miss the times when he asked my opinion on which ties he should wear before work as he was (and still) colour blind..
I miss his weird sense of fashion.. and his colour taste...
I miss his theory of bata shoes and addidas shoes comparison..



I miss my mother too, but I miss my dad the most...

Daddy, I miss you.... very much.... too much...

maybe I'm just not ready for this.................Daddy.. I'm not ok... your philosophies would work very well on me now...

I hate to admit this.. but it's the truth...

I think I'm homesick...





p.s .. I ain't bias.... there will be a mum post soon...
p.p.s.. I just realised I wished my dad Happy Father's Day on 22th June in here and I wished him again last week..haha turns out I'm not so bad after all.. yeppie!!