Paps: Who is this?
Boy: Kawan dia.
Paps: Why do you want to speak to her?
Boy: *Speechless* (probably peeing in his pants)
Paps: Do you know who you are speaking to right now?
Boy: *Speechless* (probably tergencet this time)
Paps: I AM THE BIGGEST GANGSTER IN SINGAPORE!
Boy: *Speechless then slammed down the phone *(probably laughing his heart, stomach and intestines out)
Me?
Well,I just wished the earth would swallow me, at that time.
Oh my papi, thanks so much because the very next day, your " I AM THE BIGGEST GANGSTER IN SINGAPORE' phrase became talk of the town. Schoolmates teased me and the boys were like,
'Wah, Kin, bapak kau gangster sey!'
'Eh Jangan kacau Shikin ! Bapak dia the biggest gangster in Singapore woi!'
-_-
To say I was pissed at my dad then would be a major understatement.
My Papa J was also a stalker.
I used to frequent the then Ginza Plaza's Macdonald's and he would appear in front of my face all of a sudden.
He was the one behind the decision of transferring me to Yusof Ishak Secondary School, his alma mater so that the teachers whom he knew would keep an eye (in this case, eyessss) on his only daughter.
Obviously, back then, I was resentful of all these 'interferences' because it was downright embarassing for me.
Now that I am a mother, I finally understood because Esman and I will do just the same thing to Nyla.
Siap kau babe!
*evil smile* nyeh nyeh nyeh!
My dad choked up when he gave me away during the akad nikah as he shook Esman's hand 6 years ago.
'Lembik jugak si Jasni ni,' I overheard my aunty say.
And I will never forget the day after I got engaged.
My dad was cold towards me.
Apparently, he bought me a tiny book about dads and daughters and was upset I didn't even say thanks.
Oh papi, how to say thanks if you didn't hand that book personally to me.
He put it on top of my book shelf. Konon, nak surprise la tu.
My dad is also a very funny man.
I honestly think Nyla, a natural comedian, inherited 'funny' genes from her Tok Daddy.
I still remember clearly how he tricked my younger brother, Jam into trying wasabe.
'Jam, you should try this ice cream.'
Jam took a spoonful and he let out such a loud shriek, we didn't know whether we should panic or laugh. Haha! We sure did roar at that Japanese restaurant! Till today, Jam is wasabephobic.
Then during the New Year, my dad put on an 'arm tattoo sleeve' just to get a reaction from my forever serious elder brother, Bah.
Looks real ey?
Yes, my dad can sometimes be lame but his granddaughter adorrreeeessssssss him.
and her mommy adores him even more.
Dad: How come you put your name as Nura J-Esman?
Me: Huh?
Dad: How come it's not Nura Jasni-E?
Me: Hahahahahahahah! Dad, that sounds so salah. Not glam leh.
Dear Dad, I may be married and all.....
In case you never knew, you are my number one man in my life.
Mr E, you jangan la sensitip pulak when you read this. *winks*
Mr E, you jangan la sensitip pulak when you read this. *winks*
With all the people I've encountered in my life and all that I've been exposed to, I wouldn't trade my paps, Mr Jasni, for a million bucks.
Not for a week.
Not for a day.
Not for even a minute.
My ol' man, Happy Birthday.
