cause. you'll just know tat, at the end of the day, daddy dear will be just at home - awaitin for all his "chicks" to be back home. safety. like all had guessed. totally opposite.
as the title had stated, it's very much different or growing up being a daddy's girl.
Guess many still vividly remember the Channel 5 sitcom starring Verentta Lopez, Carrie Chong, and Jamie Yeo couple years back.
http://www.corporate.mediacorp.sg/progsales/progsales_new.asp?id=384&version=english&type=studios.
I used to catch the show fervently, shouting to dad the same time: "See, this is how we'll grow up to be like".
Now, lookin back, couple years later, i just cant help but feel nostalgic.
Except daddy's isnt a taxi driver, the chengs only has two daughters, our mum is still around, there's not a particular hairdresser around us, lastly, we are not as marriageable age yet. (maybe little sister isnt).
but one thing for sure. we would really want to be home with daddy, being his girls.
"Lulu Chong" reminds me of Cecilia Zhuang. - shy, blur, and completely clueless.
"Angel Chong" reminds of myself - of course, outgoing, loud, and with a line of suitors (*winks at felix) those girlies and catlix* (no prize for guessin whois it.) will understand how close am I to daddy.
practically. i doubt i can survive without tellin daddy somehow. - i need our daily conversation about the job, gettin a flat, funny conversation from others, payrise, bonus, travel, even relationship problems...
or even, doin silly things with daddy dear like - sharing great hawker treats, directions to an ulu-chiam-ulu places, wat's new on the menu at Ben's place, splurging exclusively when we're in the mood for gourmet pleasures, and sniffin out deals like $8.88++ buffet supper at Quality Hotel...
few days back, i had an event at The Cathay which entitles me to free wine. like all oxygen-deprived person, alcohols often does comes with cigarettes. So of course that day, I went home lookin like an alcoholic and smellin like a chimney. as we were on our usual "before bedtime talk on daily events", mr cheng posed me a question, two in fact (loosely translated):-
mr cheng: "ay, you go drink ar? you go smoke ar?"
me: "aye. ya. i went drink." "ya, i went smoke."
mr cheng: "humpf. why smoke. say you wana quit already?"
me: "ya. slowly. but very difficult la. u dun smoke ma. but if you drink, you sure were to smoke one."
mr cheng: "gogogo, away from my bed. so smelly."
me: giggles......
no doubt like all parents, mr cheng is always anxious about his "chicks". yet no doubt, like all males, he dont pretty much explain his love.
we are no different from a traditional cheena family. we do not have the habit of showin affection openly. we dun greet each other by their first name. we dont kiss each other goodnight, nor hug them goodbye.
but i have no qualms of opening greetin mr cheng when i'm still 10 steps from our main gate. nor any qualms on sharing the same king bed with him while mum's isnt in town, nor any qualms to holdin him by the arm.
he encourages you to be charge of your life, but somehow, you just cant be independent fully.
then how abt your mum?