Silly old coin

It was back in 2009. I was busy packing in my room and my father walked in – after he’s peered on me for god knows how long in hope that I’ll eventually see him and freak the crap out of myself…yap he somehow enjoys freaking his children out..So much that it’s ridiculous how much efforts he puts in to freak us out...I’m talking about Standing statically in one corner, hiding behind the curtain, door, sitting at the dining table in the dark, knocking on the window at night….seriously father, get a hobby. Anyway, he walked into my room with an old one ringgit Malaysia coin in his hand…and I remembered what he said before handing it over to me…he said “here’s a coin from the year you were born in”….pretty sweet right? That’s typical of him…he likes giving me stuffs…anything that’s pink, coz he says I like pink, key chains…and he’s always so excited to give it to me that I just couldn’t not like them. So I was a little overwhelmed when he gave the coin to me for two reasons; one, well for once he remembers the year I was born in correctly and two, an old coin? Who else’s father would’ve thought of that but mine? For years the coin has always been with me in my purse. Until the 25th of November 2011, the day that’s both happy (coz AZ took me on an awesome surprise trip) and crappy, well obviously, that was the day that I lost the legendary coin. The moment that I realize it was missing, it literally felt like there’s this tiny little part of me that was gone.Specifically, about the same size of the coin. It’s so silly how attached I was to that coin. I mean sure, it had a sentimental value to it. But it’s still just a coin. So why did I felt so crushed? I thought of it for quite some time and I finally found the answer…because I miss my farther…I’m growing older in a blink of an eye, and so do him. Whenever my father treats me like a child I’d always tell him “I’m not a child anymore”...thinking over it again, i should have realized that he’s also not as young as he was anymore…time, age, it changes people unconsciously…it’s not because we chooses to, but because it’s the law of the universe. You’ll further your studies which mean you’ll hardly be at home, you’ll be in the journey of the search to find love and if you get lucky and find someone; it means you’ll have another person to share your life with, your parents starts being a little more sensitive than they use to. Nevertheless, one thing remains unchanged; and it’s memories. And I love to hold on to the good ones for it never fail to put a smile on my face. I guess that coin sums up all the wacky and sweet memories that I had with my father when I was younger because it was given to me right before I went away to further my studies for the first time. Thank goodness though, as devastating as it is to lose that coin, I am lucky to still have my father around until today (and I pray for until many many many more days, months and years).

~Moral: Call you old man and mother up every now and then. At least they'll know that no matter how many changes time brings to our lives, we still remember them and loves them dearly unconditionally :)

Pointless

I cannot believe i have no post. I cannot stand knowing that i don't have something. I mean gosh i know very well that i haven't got any post but do you HAVE to remind me "you have no post" every single time i visit my blog? . Right, why do i visit a blog that has no post in the first place. Well i guess it's probably because my new page header is awesooooome! and if anyone thinks otherwise, you can shut your stupid mouth up and keep it to your self. (sorry I've been weirdly attached to this page header, it's the first one that i created on my own so...). Okay i guess this will do to get rid of the super-annoying "you have not post" notice.