Monday, June 08, 2009
i remember having a romantic candlelight dinner with my dad two days ago. he's really...the best dad ever. He's not very caring, well he is but he doesnt really show it. But he teaches me everything; whether its the galaxy, or the speed of light, or something like religion, he's a know-it-all. which is why i feel sad for him. He started off the conversation like this: "...my father was a born loser, from the day he was born to the day he died in a car accident" which was true. My paternal grandfather, whom i've yet to see cos he died early, was a loser. He landed heavily in debt and continued gambling away the family fortunes, despite having 8(i think) children and a wife to support. And worse still, he was a coward. He didnt have a proper job and had a hard time facing the loansharks and other debters, so he sent his children to go out and deal with them instead while he just hid at home, cowering and ashamed. Because of this, his children had a hard time studying. Like my dad's younger brother would have to deal with debters every morning before school started. This conversation/arguement could last for ages and cause him to forgo school on a few days of every week. He couldnt study properly this way and thus dropped out of school. Then one day...my grandfather died. my grandmother(still alive now) was...relieved. Can you imagine how sad it would be, for you to feel relieved that your husband died? That aside, my father almost had to drop schooling, having 3 or 4 part time jobs while still in secondary school to support the family. Luckily my grandmother was a very strong woman, she founded a factory and tried her best to earn income, while her children were struggling to study and wanted to quit schooling, she made them study and borrowed money from neighbours and friends to pay for their school fees. My dad's oldest sister was in one of the top JCs, but she told her friend she didnt want to study in a university as the fees was just too expensive. Her friend then told my grandmother, who was saddened and hurriedly borrowed money from her neighbour and she told my dad's sister "dont worry about the money. It will come back someday. just study."
My dad wasnt the oldest among his siblings, but he was nonetheless the smartest and most capable amongst them.(sorry if it sounds like i'm bragging) He topped physics, chem, math, etc. and could explain things in the universe. He always had a dream "i want to become a scientist one day". But his family was already struggling to survive. He was capable, his other brothers(normally only men run the company) were too lazy/uncapable/dropped out of school to inherit such a business. He thought to himself "i need to do something about this, i need to inherit the business and save it from failing as soon as possible. For this...i can let go of my dream. So others wont look down on my family, one that used to have a debtee as a father and one that has a father no more..." So he went to a polytechnic to study business engineering, and hurriedly went out to the real world to continue his mother's business, instead of doing something he really loved, Science and math. A wasted talent. Until now, he still says "if there weren't any of that mess...i'd be doing something i loved to do. something i still love to do." and almost everyday, he would teach me something about the galaxy, he reads alot of issac newtron and stephen hawking books. Like during the dinner, he taught me how light comes in both particles and waves. How some scientist couldnt derive a formula for some light thingy when he tried using waves, then when he put the waves into packets of particles he came up with an ingenius formula. also, how aeroplanes used to be really noisy because the formula for the architechtual of the aeroplane was wrong, and the scientist thought of bending the edge of the wings and the sound immediately stopped. He talks with a passion in his eyes, and with happiness. When he teaches me this kind of things, it makes me feel "why is the world so unfair?" and i really feel so sad for him. But i admire him alot, giving up his dream for a noble cause of saving his family. I'm glad i have such a loving dad. :)
My dad wasnt the oldest among his siblings, but he was nonetheless the smartest and most capable amongst them.(sorry if it sounds like i'm bragging) He topped physics, chem, math, etc. and could explain things in the universe. He always had a dream "i want to become a scientist one day". But his family was already struggling to survive. He was capable, his other brothers(normally only men run the company) were too lazy/uncapable/dropped out of school to inherit such a business. He thought to himself "i need to do something about this, i need to inherit the business and save it from failing as soon as possible. For this...i can let go of my dream. So others wont look down on my family, one that used to have a debtee as a father and one that has a father no more..." So he went to a polytechnic to study business engineering, and hurriedly went out to the real world to continue his mother's business, instead of doing something he really loved, Science and math. A wasted talent. Until now, he still says "if there weren't any of that mess...i'd be doing something i loved to do. something i still love to do." and almost everyday, he would teach me something about the galaxy, he reads alot of issac newtron and stephen hawking books. Like during the dinner, he taught me how light comes in both particles and waves. How some scientist couldnt derive a formula for some light thingy when he tried using waves, then when he put the waves into packets of particles he came up with an ingenius formula. also, how aeroplanes used to be really noisy because the formula for the architechtual of the aeroplane was wrong, and the scientist thought of bending the edge of the wings and the sound immediately stopped. He talks with a passion in his eyes, and with happiness. When he teaches me this kind of things, it makes me feel "why is the world so unfair?" and i really feel so sad for him. But i admire him alot, giving up his dream for a noble cause of saving his family. I'm glad i have such a loving dad. :)
何時も同じな空の下で笑えるからさ, 10:57 am.
