
Yellow peeps, been awhile. I have many excuses to stop writing even though there are tons of thoughts and ideas I have had in my head. I did write a few but I decided to leave it on my draft; maybe I will change my mind and get it published. So, let me start it from the day I chose to quit my job at this wedding company. To be honest, I love this job; I love the environment; however, I chose to pursue my long delayed dreams . Dreams? Yes, dreams. One of my long delayed dream is having and running my own company. No matter how small it is, it would be still my own; my baby and I would be a proud “parent” nurturing my baby. I will write more on this on another post, now, let me talk about “girls’ first love”.

When I was younger, a friend of mind told me that girls’ first love is their Dad. I remembered I cringed and fell in silent. Then I thought maybe it is true, on my journey as a freelancer wedding assistant I have seen the moments when the dad walks the daughter down the aisles. Some were crying, some were smiling, some even crying and smiling repeatedly. Well, I cannot relate to this. Why? Because I had a very complicated relationship with my Dad. I do not have much memories of him, I could not recall those times when he was around. Some parts of me thought I was purposely leaving all those memories behind and some other parts of me thought I just never have those memories. Well, I need to get it cleared. My Dad was a loving, kind-hearted and gentle person and also an open minded, positive and always think 5-10 years ahead compared to others. He loved farming. He was a great farmer, at least in our community. He was a teacher once. He could be very easy to others but strict to me. That’s how I remember him. Plus, we did not get along well. I stopped talking to him when I was in Junior High School which then led me not knowing that he was sick, dying from brain tumour. He hid it himself, mum only found it out after he passed out at home. He experienced a lot of treatments before he given up and passed.

Even though he loved me so much (found out he kept my photo inside his journal. He was a kind of that sentimental man. He never told me how much he loved me, I do not think he ever told this to my Mum, brother or sister either. We never learnt how to express our feeling and it’s actually led the way I express myself. It has been hard for me to say “I care, I love you, I need you, I want you, I am sorry, I am wrong, please, etc…” simply because I never learnt. I eventually able to tell my significant other that I love him; it took months of not years to be able to tell him. Sometimes I tried to recall if I ever had more memories of us; I just could not find anything more. Maybe it is true that I chose to forget everything. Maybe I had trauma that I never realised. Maybe it is just the way it is. As far as I concern I do not regret it. For me, no point to regret what was happened in the past. The present what is important. Be a better person (well, I am trying). I never missed him ever since he passed away. Or I want to think that way? I do not know and I do not want to find out. I did cry when I lost him, maybe this is a reason why I chose to forget. Do I need to get hypnotised to awaken my subconscious mind? Nah… thank you.
Oh… Stop judging, before you started pointing your fingers out it would be best for you not to judge. There were reasons behind this event. Wait… on second thought, I will let you judge me. Don’t we feel much better after we judged others; after we bad mouthing them behind their back; thinking almighty and you are the perfect ones? No offend.
Then about the first love, I personally think that my first love has always been my older brother. How can I be so sure? I look up on him; I try to find a man who are the closest to his personality instead. He is the most loving brother in the world, in my world! I am the luckiest little sister. Also because I do not have much memories of father-daughter bonding. So, yeah… That is why I am certain that he is my “first love”. Some would hard to understand why in the world I has this complicated situation or why did not I try to make things right and better or why I was (am) so stubborn. I have no explanation nor theoretical sources for that either.
Recently, a friend told me that I have “fatherly figure” issue – just they she has it. She said that she could tell it from the people I idolise in. Say, Chris Martin of Coldplay – Jesus, he’s ageing like wines. Who else? Benedict Cumberbatch – ever since he portrayed Sherlock, I am falling. Daniel Henney – he is another man who is ageing like wines. Go watch Criminal Mind S14 onwards. LOL.
What about you? Are you Daddy’s little girl?
I am learning to express myself better. I keep reminding myself to say those words I need to say. It’s better to tell it as we never know what the future would look like. “Thank you and I am sorry.”
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