this might sound a little mushy but this post is specially delicated to my Dad..

and it all started with a extremly BAD and SCARY dream this morning..

regarding my Dad..

it was so bad that i woke up from it with fear and tears..

and immediately looked around and realised that dad was in the toilet, preparing to go to work.

i then did something stupid..

i went back into my room and started crying like how i did in the dream..

finally after some crying, i walked out to the living room and switch on the TV..tuning in to Channel 8...

the Morning show was like nothing but white noise to me.

after awhile, Dad came along and said 'Good morning' and continued doing his stuff..

all along, i wasn't really watching TV but just thinking of that STUPID dream..hoping it doesn't come true..

soon after, Dad said good-bye and left for work..

before he did..he told me to get the 3-in-1 milo mixture for the home..and only if it costed S$4.50 cause' if the pricing is any higher, it's too ex..

i said ok and he wore his shoes and left for work..

mum woke up soon after and asked me why i had woken up so early..

i simply brushed it off with the excuse that i could not get to sleep..

truth is more than that..

and from the early morning till now..

i can't stop thinking of the good things Dad did..

like helping me do my Chinese homework and letting me submit the work as though i had done it in the first place..

and the good thing was that my Chinese teachers never suspected a thing and awarded me with an A grading most of the time..haha..

and also, how he would walk me to school when i was in primary school..and i would always secretly hand him my BAD results slip for him to sign on so that mum would never find out about the bad stuff..

and dad would always buy me breakfast every sunday when i was in primary, secondary and poly...

he knew exactly what i wanted and from which particular stall..like the old grandma's minced pork noodles and the economic beehoon and fish porridge..

dad is also a protective figure in my life...

he never fails to answer my calls and would call back if he realised he had missed one..

and he never hesitate to wait for me or mum downstairs when we come back late or from a trip..

in fact, whenever mum goes on an overseas trip, dad would help carry her luggage downstairs and send her off...be it in a cab or going to the departure location with her..

even when the timing is in the weirdest hour, like 4 am and even when mum's luggage is as light as 1 kg..dad would still go along..

in fact, everything he did was sweet and caring..

except that he's a little naggy and long-winded..

and even when my friends met dad...they would all say he is cute..

just in the way he talked and acted..

he is just a nice and friendly man who always welcomed people into our home..

and if you are a distant relative, he would gladly bring you round Singapore with much happiness...

in fact, he was a happie man always..

laughing over comedies and the little small things in life...

and this is a part of him that i have inherited well..

the laughter and happiness in life..

so many years in my life..

i have never really talked about dad..

in fact, one of my friends in sec sch once thought that i was from a single parent family..

and only found out 2 years later that i was not..

and if i ever give you the impression that i am not really close to dad..

well..then you are wrong..

dad and me share a lot of secrets..

a lot that even my mum does not know..

and a lot of great times too..

like when he took me to swimming lessons and thereafter to eat McDonald's for a happie meal when i was younger..

we were not very well-to-do then..but he gave what he could to me..

and i loved the happie meals which always comes with a small toy to perk up my day..

i didn't really knew how to swim so i was simply just floating here and there..

and i could also remember how i would get him to buy me a Yakult and after drinking, using the Yakult bottle to play by putting the bottle in the water and pouring it out..

most of the times, it was dad who made all this normal activities fun and interesting..

by talking to me like a friend and laughing about silly jokes..

and eating western food and satay always...

haha..

he was never once strict with me..in fact, he had never utilised the cane on me before..

and all this sweet memories are buried so deep within my heart that i tend to forget them at times..

and some other times, like this morning, when a bad dream brings back the memories..

i can't help but be thankful to my dad who had brought me many happie and uncountable good times in life and for teaching me many good morals that i will always live by...

for some reasons..i used to call my dad 'Papi'...and then 'daddy' and now 'papa'..

and all i want to do now is to say thanks to a good man who loves his family more than anything else in the world ..

and who thinks his daughter is the greatest invention on earth with the most beautiful looks..

in fact, at times when i was gonna go out and could not decide which attire to wear, i would casually ask him and he would just tell me straight from the heart that it's nice even when i looked like i had a malfunction wardrobe or simply a bad hair day..

though i am only a diploma holder and hold a civil servant job now..he still thinks of me greatly as though i am someone with the world's greatest accomplishments..

to him, i am simply someone who is still in the midst of working for something Big to come..

and no matter how bad things are..he's always there for me..

and i know no matter how screwed a day is or how broken-hearted i am, i can always come back to papa who will show me that i am still the greatest girl in his life, someone of great importance no matter where and when..

and i am thankful for all of these..

for a papi who loves me more than anyone does and who would receive me with open arms whenever i turn back..

i am proud of papi, for all the great things he had done..

and i guess more or less, he had set a margin line for the guys i get into a relationship with..

somehow rather, i would want them to be like papi too...

someone whose description is beyond words and whose love for me is beyond a measuring tape or ruler or measuring tube..

to end it off..

there's just so much more that i wanna say about him but it's simply neverending..

and so,

to my papi..

i just wanna let you know that you are the world's greatest dad..

and i just wanna say thanks for letting me be Me, letting me pursue what i want and being my pillar of support whenever and wherever..

for providing me with whatever you could, even though it means beyond your means..

thanks for every little thing in life..