Saturday, June 03, 2006
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Hmm...another entry coming up.
Okies, I got to admit, I'm really pissed right now.
Imagine the Head Prefect and the school's most well known gangster being best friends.
This sounds crazy I know but it's the fact. Yup, I 've found out all about my father's mischiefs in secondary school 37 years ago...
Today me and my family went to Singapore General Hospital to visit my Aunt Sofie(Safiah's her real name). We're actually not blood relatives just family friends but who cares anyway. Aunt Sofie is my father's best friend's, Uncle Ronnie's, wife. She's in SGH due to bone cancer. She's such a poor thing. Just 3 years ago she was suffering from breast cancer and had to undergo surgery to remove her EHEM you should know what. But well, she was ok till 2 months ago when she had a relapse. This time it's bone cancer. The doctor said there's not much chance of cure for her at this stage. Of course I was sad to learn about this. I cried to sleep siak. How can this be?! Someone I love always ended up dead too soon. She's my favourite aunt for God's sake!!!
But anyway, she looks fine to me when I met her. Not that well but still ok. She can still joke about hah.
We sat listening to my father and his friend talking bout secondary school. About how my father was late to school everyday and still was never caught. About how he walk around the school not wearing socks cause he prefers it that way. About how the teachers thinks of it. Bout how he does things not ask to be done by teachers.
Imagine this...
My father coming to school late and dropped off one bus stop away from his school(near the NJC) to avoid the prefects as well as my Uncle Ronnie. He would then go down the dried up canal to cross over to his school unseen and climb up the hill before disssapearing into the back of the school and joinning his class for lesson. If you people know where Dunearn Secondary used to be you'll realize that it's such a long way to walk.
In class my father always make his teachers mad. When his teachers gave him homework, he will leave out those that he knows how to do and would do all that he don't know halfway then hand it in so that the teachers would have to finish it up for him in red ink. Like I said to him...just like Einstein. During art class, when told to draw this he would draw what he pleases to draw...for example, he was asked to sketch a banana but ended up sketching his hand showing the sign 'GOOD'. My Uncle Ronnie said my father's drawing was quite a laugh.
Teachers always say that my father will never be able to do any job. Not even be a garbage man hah. But now, when they talk bout my father, malu siak them. Guess they didn't expect my Daddy to be someone hmm. Too bad....There's more than meets the eye.
Anyway, we went home around 4plus. Got home and rest awhile before going out for dinner later in the evening.
Everything was fine today except for the fact that my dear Aunt Sofie might never get well again. She's such a strong person. I doubt she will give up just like that. Love you Aunt.
Ok peeps...my fingers are tired. They need rest. I need rest so ADIEU for now.......toodles.
Okies, I got to admit, I'm really pissed right now.
Imagine the Head Prefect and the school's most well known gangster being best friends.
This sounds crazy I know but it's the fact. Yup, I 've found out all about my father's mischiefs in secondary school 37 years ago...
Today me and my family went to Singapore General Hospital to visit my Aunt Sofie(Safiah's her real name). We're actually not blood relatives just family friends but who cares anyway. Aunt Sofie is my father's best friend's, Uncle Ronnie's, wife. She's in SGH due to bone cancer. She's such a poor thing. Just 3 years ago she was suffering from breast cancer and had to undergo surgery to remove her EHEM you should know what. But well, she was ok till 2 months ago when she had a relapse. This time it's bone cancer. The doctor said there's not much chance of cure for her at this stage. Of course I was sad to learn about this. I cried to sleep siak. How can this be?! Someone I love always ended up dead too soon. She's my favourite aunt for God's sake!!!
But anyway, she looks fine to me when I met her. Not that well but still ok. She can still joke about hah.
We sat listening to my father and his friend talking bout secondary school. About how my father was late to school everyday and still was never caught. About how he walk around the school not wearing socks cause he prefers it that way. About how the teachers thinks of it. Bout how he does things not ask to be done by teachers.
Imagine this...
My father coming to school late and dropped off one bus stop away from his school(near the NJC) to avoid the prefects as well as my Uncle Ronnie. He would then go down the dried up canal to cross over to his school unseen and climb up the hill before disssapearing into the back of the school and joinning his class for lesson. If you people know where Dunearn Secondary used to be you'll realize that it's such a long way to walk.
In class my father always make his teachers mad. When his teachers gave him homework, he will leave out those that he knows how to do and would do all that he don't know halfway then hand it in so that the teachers would have to finish it up for him in red ink. Like I said to him...just like Einstein. During art class, when told to draw this he would draw what he pleases to draw...for example, he was asked to sketch a banana but ended up sketching his hand showing the sign 'GOOD'. My Uncle Ronnie said my father's drawing was quite a laugh.
Teachers always say that my father will never be able to do any job. Not even be a garbage man hah. But now, when they talk bout my father, malu siak them. Guess they didn't expect my Daddy to be someone hmm. Too bad....There's more than meets the eye.
Anyway, we went home around 4plus. Got home and rest awhile before going out for dinner later in the evening.
Everything was fine today except for the fact that my dear Aunt Sofie might never get well again. She's such a strong person. I doubt she will give up just like that. Love you Aunt.
Ok peeps...my fingers are tired. They need rest. I need rest so ADIEU for now.......toodles.
More than anything,
Saturday, June 03, 2006.
Saturday, June 03, 2006.
