My Dad

I rarely talked about my family in this blog. I am gonna make an exception this time around. I am gonna talk about my dad. My dad is ex-military (a Commando to be exact), very strict and opinionated about everything. He has six pack when he was young. I think he still has his six packs now at 66. When I was growing up, many a times I got whack cause I was either lazy, stupid or naughty. hehe. Those were the days.

By today's standard, I could have called TeleDera or call the police and report the abuse. Back then, that was the norm. I have been burned with melted plastic by my dad cause I was playing with them (fire is bad! LOL). I have been whack with a belt until it splits into 2 cause I was lazy to study.

You might think my dad is a monster but he is not. He quite amusing really. He speaks perfect Queen's english. I am what I am because of the dicipline instilled by him when I was very young. For that I thank him.