resemblance & reactions

We had a great pre-CNY visit from a few of me dad's good friends all the way from Singapore. Thank you Aunty Gwen, Uncle Jeff and Martin. I appreciate how well we clicked in the absence of dad but Aunty Gwen felt that dad was with us at Beer Factory!!! And im sure if dad was around, he would have been happy =) beer with mom? since when that was even possible? LOL! We got to try different types of Belgium beer and got to know the story behind from a very likely souce : the knowledgable Uncle Jeff, my dad's good friend. Friends whom are not materialistic / monetary minded that is.

On another note, we got some surprise visitors the next morning. Dad, Im proud of you and im sure you are proud of me. I dont need a cool dad/mom who gives me money to travel ard Scotland to feel proud of me, I dont need to feel proud of parents who boasts about their son's graduation in London when their son should actually be ONE year ahead of me and yet graduated later than myself. I dont need you to tell us how great your trip with ur family was to Italy because Dad, I promise you one day when all 4 of us succeed, we will stick together and let mom enjoy life like how she was supposed to be pampered by you.

We know who your true friends are and I know you are happy up there looking at us. Uncle Jeff said to me " You got your father's PR skills! " and that alone makes me feel proud of myself and having Sam Choong as my dad. Period.

reminiscence

The other day after my coaching session, I sat down to watch the uncles play. It got me thinking "imagine if Dee is around, partnering me/brothers, showboating and thrashing others proudly".

And then at the corner of my eye, I saw a father playing badminton with his kids. It reminded me of how Dee used to play with us badminton at the garden, hitting the shuttle upwards for 100 times, aiming to smash the shuttle towards flower pots to showcase his pin-point precision and how he was always semi-naked.

I remember you bought us to play with the uncles @ KLGCC. I missed those times. In particular, you brought me to the driving range ONCE, now you left your indiscipline/lazy/impatient son to pick up golf on his own? LOL

Those were the days, the good old memories.

I hope I can tell my kids how great their grandpa was, but I hope to be closely attached with my own kids, so that they can tell their kids how great I was =P