Daddy, I Love You.

I have never felt that I’m a filial daughter.
Not once, as much as I could remember.

 

Checked from Oxford Dictionary:

Filial - adj. connected with the way children behave towards their parents

 

I had never shown my affection towards my parents, especially to my dad because I was not taught to be so since I was small. The only way I show love is through scolding, anger, passiveness and spending weekend/holiday together – as that are what my parents’ generation believe in. Besides, he is in the opposite gender – basically he is a male. Duh.

 

Picture was taken last week. Brought my dslr along but without memory card. It was my greatest disappointment of the day because I couldn’t snap their pictures except using phone #failed daughter.

Hence, I grown up and become a very shy person when it comes to expressing myself to someone whom I’ve never said to, “I miss you. I love you dad. I can’t live without you. I like what you did for me. You’re my hero. Thank you dad for everything”. Why? Because, it sounds terribly weird when you’d never appeared to be sentimental and you suddenly become one. Don’t you think so?

 

It’s just weird.. *enough emphasizing the weird word*

 

When I was small, I remembered I did make cards for my parents every single event such as birthday, mother’s day, father’s day and parents’ anniversary with my heart-shape handmade card, sticky man and wrong spelling wishes (my mum still kept some of them. now when i see them, i feel so shy and dumb. lol..).

 

I wrote ‘love you’ all over the place and sometimes I will write a sincere sentence, asking for forgiveness if I’d ever done something hurtful and wrong (especially when I was hopeful that my mum will stop canning me =P). Well, how did a 5 year old girl learnt to write such words? If I remembered it correctly, it learned this ‘skill’ from my kindergarten teachers. Or, because my friends taught me so? Can’t really remember.

 

The moment right after my mum or dad read the letter or card, I will pretend nothing ever happened. There was no card sent. There was no such message. There was no such drawing from me. My parents will treat me differently for a day and I was so happy but I was too shy to show my feeling. So, I pretended and be cool till parents became scary again.. >.<

 

P/s: That’s why, I teach myself to express my love and affection (learned from Counseling and Psychology classes) to my partner and best friends at early stage so that the words will flow fluently and meaningfully throughout the years. I don’t want to be like my parents and the older generation who are not being expressive in saying loving and caring words.

 

Because I am the only child in the family. So, both of my parents treat me very strictly (not so much on dad part). I understood that they want the best for me so that I’ll have a smooth, happy life. Thus, my parents will try their best to protect me. At times, I became rebellious and put a deaf ear on their advices especially during in my teenage period. Well, we did right? Don’t you deny :)

 

 

Even till today, I still pretended that I don’t care much for them because….. It is just hard for me to say, ‘Mum, dad.. I love you’.. OMG! It kills me to say directly to them because my face and ears will turn all red and the heat will cause me fever. Ok lah.. maybe I’m too exaggerate my sentence but really, I can’t..

 

But recently, there is one thing which I am very proud of myself – is when I’m capable to bring my parents to quality and expensive place for good food and atmosphere using my own earning. The feeling is like wanting to shout out to the world and say that, “I am capable to bring my mum and dad for good food with my own sweat money”.

In Chinese, ‘sweat money’ means hard earn money.

 

I celebrated their wedding anniversary at Chocolate Lounge and Father’s Day at Bavarian Bierhuas. Of course, it is not the price that matter. It is the quality time that we spent together while looking at their touching eyes. Probably they’re thinking that, “My daughter has finally grown up and she is proven not stingy!”. On the other hand, I am touched as well because my parents will still care for my wallet and they tried to order the cheapest drink and meal available on the menu *I’m so lucky*.

  

Dad with his signature expression XD

 

A simple joy and happiness are gained from the experience though after the nights, I still treated them normally. I hope, they know that at least I do care for them although I don’t express myself verbally.

And, I have never expected them to read this post (because they don’t have a clue about my blog), especially my dad as this post is dedicated for him on this very special Father’s Day celebration.

 

Happy Father’s Day daddy.
You’re the best dad in the world. I love you.

 

 

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This post is inspired by this videoclip. It is a Thai commercial and I find it real touching and meaningful. To all the daddy out there, Happy Father’s day. To all the son and daughter, love your parents. Don’t be like me. Express more of yourself whenever you can <3

 

P/s/s: I always like Thai commercial clip. There are so creative!

P/s/s/s: Mum, don’t worry. I love you too.

Passion in Photography Since Three

I am always passionate about photography since I was very small. My parents knew about it, especially my dad. It all begins from this very first photo taken by me when I was about… em…. three?

  First attempt – Failed!
I think dad was saying, “Girl.. more to the right.. to the right..”. Lol.

2nd attempt – Better~
*happy*

I still remember how I cried and insisted to hold the camera and take my parents’ photo because I wanted to role modeling my dad (dad added on that we were at Botanical Garden. Lol.. he still remember when I asked just now!). My dad, who was our family photographer was reluctant to allow me to hold the camera. Well, logically I was too small for sophisticated gadget like that. What if it falls into the water? Or dropped onto the floor? Haha…  I didn’t, ok? I was born as a pro man! =D

 

I was at this age. My mum was skinny and gorgeous =D

 

It was a film camera during that era and I was nervously waiting for the result when dad returned from the printing shop. I have good memory back then! Once dad showed me the result.. I was so proud with myself. I jumped around the living hall, showing happily the result to my parents. Ever since then, mum and dad allow me to use the family’s camera – and now.. I have my own baby. Yeay!

 

Have I introduce my 60 Deggie yet?
No? How can?

My very first DSLR – Canon D60

 

My first photography adventure using my new toy started from my cousin’s wedding. I was ‘hired’ to help her to capture every memorable moments so that she can keep them for a long, long time. Of course, I am honored to be able to help. However, I wasn’t a good photographer yet (I don’t think I am good even now).

 

Photo taken by Mac (cousin) and I think he is a pro! *Jealous*

He took so much better probably because I look good in the photo. Haha.. But honestly, I like it. So ya, I was the photographer in red semi cheong sam during that special event. I realize to be a photographer, it is rare to appear in photos. This was the only one I appeared in my own camera  T_T

 

It doesn’t take long to realize that I actually love taking portrait photos. With my new 50mm lenses, it does wonder. I could create and capture the type of photos I want. Natural expression is what I admire the most. So far, here are my ‘lucky models’… =D

 

 

I enjoy looking at how good my friends appear in the photos I took. It brings unconscious joy and pleasure and I still couldn’t figure why? Years before this, I like to see myself in photos. I will stare and observe every part of me whenever I was free. Sound freaky eh? But years after that, it turns out vice versa.

 

Now that I have facebook, the satisfaction of knowing how my friends like my masterpiece tripled! The more ‘likes’ + comments i received, the happier I become. I don’t know is this some kinds of narcissistic syndrome. Well, I can’t help when I could see my friends liked the photos that I took and edited =D

 

Such as these:

 

 

 

Personally, I love capturing happy moment of an individual or a group of individuals. Those natural and genuine smiles bring out the inner beauty of the person(s). That is why, I love taking random and spontaneous photos (when you least expected! So beware…) because that is when you capture the best moment of a person.

 

Unlike this…. =_=

 

 

Dad has different interest compared to mine….
That is why, my dad has retired from becoming the main photographer of the family ever since the rise of curryegg.  Haha… Oopss.

 

P/s: I think I am sexier when I was small compare to now. Why ar?

Love For My First Bootz

Lately, I have this mood for boots.
Well, I should say I’ve fallen in love with boots ever since my first visit to Perth, Australia during in the month of July. Gosh! This has reminded me about my long postponed plan to blog about my Perth trip. Oh my.. =X

 

My mum got me these boots for $19 (after discount). Thank you mum! It costs about RM62.70 in Malaysia ringgit. I don’t know are they consider cheap but my friends said they are! So, I assume I got a good bargain for a high heel with fish mouth booths! ^^

 

That is when my interest for boots begin and I like seeing myself wearing one because firstly, it makes me look classic. Next, I feel myself look stylish. Lastly, it make my feet look smaller (I have square, wide feet).

 

Another thing is, I start to learn wearing lagging. I know I might sound funny to some of you. Frankly, I didn’t dare to wear lagging because it looks somehow weird when seeing a pair of black, tight object from the above. Don’t you feel weird too? Anyway, it matches well with a pair of boots. I learned this fashion from the Australian. Guess, I can call this cross-culture ;)

 

 

Seriously, they look great in their winter outfit! I mean the Australian! I love their dress up which is simple and stylist. Too bad, I can’t wear that in Malaysia or I will be killed by those thick and warm material under the hot sun~

 

I love my first boots from my mum. Again, thank you mummy =D

 

P/s: Although high heel boots are pretty, they can be very painful to your leg muscles when they’re wore in a long period of time. They say, no pain no gain – which is true =/

 

*Update*
Sorry for my wrong calculation. The boots price has been corrected. It’s about RM62.70.

An Effort Exchanged A Smile

When I was young, I wish to have a grandfather.

 

I wish that he will play with me, buy me candy, hug and throw me in the air, then of course catches me, safe me when I’m being beaten, pat me to sleep and hear me squeaking.

 

But then, I never had a grandfather. Unfortunately. I mean, I do have but they left before I could speak ‘gong gong’ (means grandpa in Chinese). For all this while, I have this perception that grandpa must be looking like Santa Clause or ‘Chai Sen Yeh’ ( Chinese’s God of wealth) which now to think about it is kinda ridiculous. Or.. maybe he looks like Albert Einstein? Lol.

 

This has reminded me of my play on chicken eggs. Link.

 

Guess God must have heard my little secret and borrow me Calv’s grandpa where I could make and give birthday present to him, for a grandpa. It is just a simple card and I never expect for any return.

 

There are Chinese characters which wrongly written. Forgive a banana who doesn’t know the right way to copy write >.<

 

Well, I received return and it’s a very warm and happy smile from him. The moment is so wonderful and even after 2 months, I am still  happy with what I’ve done for gong gong. I feel lucky =)

 

Do you ever have the chance to play with your grandfather?
What are the experiences that your grandfather gives you?

 

I am curious to know.

Raeburn Orchards

One of the amazing experiences which I will never forget during my travel to Perth is the Raeburn Orchards at Roleystone. I will never forget those fresh apples, avocado, oranges and sorbet.

 

 

Sorbet?

I bet, many of you have not heard about ‘sorbet’? Me neither. It’s a freaky cute snowball! I mean, ice-cream~ =D

 

But not this type of normal ice-cream.

 

From what I understood, wikipedia explains that sorbet is a frozen desert, just like ice-cream which made from sweeten water flavored with fruit. You can even find it with wine or liquor. There are various types of sorbet which I could find in Raeburn Orchard.

 

Fruity types (I regretted for not having enough space for storage in my tummy or else I could test this too. Now, I can’t find it in Malaysia jor.. sob)

Milky and chocolaty type. Yum~

In commercial packaging too! Love the color =)

 

Well, the one which I have tried is made by chocolate and milk. The experience of eating sorbet was seriously adventuring, especially when your tongue and teeth were frozen while lungs weaken once the cold wind in the winter passing by the body... o_O!!

 

My 2nd winter dressing. Now I see it, I feel it’s kinda weird combination. Summer+winter. Forgive me as I am a ‘newbie’ for winter. I was pale as I hadn’t get used to cold weather =.=

 

Anyway, I managed to finish the sorbet. It’s real tasty, different from those commercial ice-cream which you can get in the hypermarket. Why ya?

 

 

Besides sorbet, apples are another big attraction during this trip, especially to my mum. It was terrific to see a container of fresh and juicy apples in a huge container. The owner of the shop planted apple trees by themselves, pluck and sell them directly here. It’s sad to know that these were the last apples or else, we could experience plucking apples and other fruits by ourselves!

 

 

While mum was busy ‘robbing’ apples from the container, dad was fascinated with the big size of avocado. Well, he doesn’t really like it but then, he was very much connected with this green-in-color fruit because it looks like.. em.. guava to him. Lol.. XD

 

 

As everyone was busy looking at fruits and vegetables in this orchard, I found myself being so overwhelmed by this:

 

Lol.. Don’t ask me why because, I know you know why.. =P
Well, I couldn’t find any curry product here or else, I can try making Australia curry egg. Hahaha.. XD

 

These are two good pictures on how the orchard actually look like. It is pretty clean and authentic. I like this atmosphere with free air-conditioning. Best of all, no flies.

 

 

I was thankful that the owner of this orchard is really friend. She allowed me to snap as much photos as I like. Besides, she even taught me on how to eat sorbet. Lol.. Thank you so much.

 

 

If there is a chance,  I would love to come here again to pluck fresh apples, orange and sorbet. I mean, eat sorbet (in a warmer weather).

 

Don’t you just fall in love with the sky?

 

Again, my selected sorbet… *trying to tempt my readers*
Ngek ngek ngek..

 

Fast fact: Day time is shorter during winter. Most shops including this orchard and big shopping malls close in between of 5-6pm.