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That's my dad
Friday, November 10, 2006
All parents would defintely love their children. But it's usually the case that the children doesn't seem to see or feel the love that their parents are showing.

He is my living legacy. The accomplishments he has made, the important values of life he has taught me made him the man I respect most. I want to follow his footsteps, every one of it that he took that made him who he is today. And I'm proud to say "That's my dad."

He is a car lover. He washes it almost every week and takes really good care of it.
Few days back, I was driving his car when I scratched his car rim pretty badly. I felt guilty and a little frightened. I was defintely expecting a lecture from him. I told him the following morning and to my surprised, he didnt say much at all. Is it because I am his son?

I overheard this morning between a conversation between my parents. My dad was sort of complaining that his petrol costs have been going up higher cause I have been driving the car often. I kind of expected him to give me a lecture but again to my surprise he didnt say a word at all. Nothing at all. It's like one moment he is complaining to my mom about me using the car often, and the next moment when he sees me he choose not to let me know how he is feeling about it.

That's my dad. I don't know how he does it but it's just magic. And as the years go by, I begin to love him more and more. The things he has done for me made me feel like the luckiest son alive. And to my dad, a very big thank you for the undying love I have always been showered upon. I love you and I always will.

Love is quite a beautiful thing isn't it? You do something for that someone without expecting gratitude back. And when that someone finds out what you have done for him/her, that feeling is flawless.
posted by Rayner who killed a lamb again at 6:04 PM

Wo shi
Rayner Teo
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Luohan hairdo
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