Placating days

I write most frenziedly when I’m feeling waves of surging emotions, like the pen and paper are my tranquilisers. Since I haven’t been writing this way recently, I guess I’m feeling rather placated.

Sitting at the office desk all day is not really my cup of tea at all, especially if I’m doing accounting related whatever; but optimistically, at least, I’ve got a job (essentially ka-ching), and a huge desk to myself, and the liberty of bringing my own laptop for personal use. The perks of working with a relative.

This is Lao Chek. The man who is the closest to being a grandad to me as anyone will ever be; the man who has cradled me since I was a baby; the man who brought me to MacDonalds for Happy Meals to appease my childish tantrums despite his obvious distaste for fastfood; the man, who was an important influence on my impressionable childhood, will never fail to buy sticks of durian ice cream that I will finish within a day and made sure that I had duck for every meal everytime I stayed over (I love to eat duck, er.. sorry Joann, to have you to read this); the man who read to me, who watched documentaries with me.

He possess the most magnanimous heart, loving and kind. His importance in my life didn’t hit until now, when I’ve gradually stopped being an ignorant adolescent, and I love him.