Akin to a touch of cotton candy.
Recently, I came across this term "A gentleness to die for" and I can't help but relate it to my dad. There is not a slight tinge of misanthropy in him. Although in my previous posts, I had a propensity to highlight my mum more often but I dare say that the person that makes the most impact in my life is definitely my dad. *am not pulling your leg ... trust me ... my family ... extended included have reached to a consensus on this*
My dad doesn't talk much. He minds his own business. Detests bickering. Adores football. *GOAL!* At one time, I even got hooked to football all because of him. *It all began during the world cup 2002* Thanks to him, I can comprehend at least 50% of the football lingo. Nonetheless, my football fad days are long gone. Up till now, I still can't understand the beauty of football other than getting a kick of perceiving 22 guys running after a ball and get hurt while doing so. *sentiments of a sadistic being ... a knack for sarcasm ... perhaps that is my forte? Very unlikely ...*
Likewise to Mother's Day. My family does not celebrate Father's Day. Irregardless, I want to wish others:
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!
*better late than never*
Here's my dad. Smile!
2.43pm Malaysian Time