Happy Father's Day..Ah Pa

My brain has been overloaded with thousands of theories, confussed over them and linguistics is driving me crazy.  One fella said this while another opposed his ideas and came up with a new one.  It was a never-ending cycle.  Mind going goo ga ga over them.

Arghhhhhhh...I need a break.  Sipping a glass of warm Anlene....and it's drizzling outside.  The temperature is perfect...the tought of crawling to bed ....tugging underneath the satin sheets....fabulous.  My brain is dog tired but physically I'm not.  I can't sleep though mentally I'm damned exhausted.  Too much in there....my assignments are killing me softly....haha

A while ago, I logged into FB.  My friend posted pictures of her family celebration @ father's day dinner.
Huh....Father's Day...
I thought of my Ah Pa....my late Ah Pa.    Perhaps my strongest recollection of Ah Pa is of him working patiently and painstakingly to put food on the table for us.  As a police officer, his work time was inconsistence.  He was away most of the time....
He was a man with few words, strict and a no nonsence person.....but on the other hand, Ah Pa had a pretty good sense of humour too. 
By modern standards, Ah Pa would be considered a workaholic.....he was dedicated to his job and he worked very hard and long hours. But he did it because he loved it. His often quoted remark, which he also made to me, that if he had his life to live over again, he would live it exactly as before, reflected the quiet satisfaction he had in his accomplishments.

Despite his long working hours, he still spent quality time with his children...me especially~ the apple of his eyes.  On his off days, he would take us in his old Mazda 323 to fanciful restaurants for food.  Sometimes into kampungs and small villages~ to savour good food.  At times, to the beach where me and my brothers would construct sand castles or simply handpick sea shells.  Those days in the 70s, the beach was clean.
While we the kids were happily in our beach activities, Ah Pa would be snoring away underneath the angsana tree. Other times, Ah Pa would join us in kite flying or just strolling along the sandy beach.

Wished to turn back the clock....back to my childhood days where I'll be pampered by Ah Pa... !

Ah Pa...where ever you're...HAPPY FATHER'S DAY