This was 10 years ago.
I'm looking over at my dad, Andrew Wan.
He is chomping down his chicken and rice because he has to drive me to drama rehearsal.
I'm drinking black coffee that tastes like cotton black soil.
We came here to have a quick dinner but they don't have anything else but chicken and frogs.
I don't eat chicken and I'm too uptight to try the frog.
Actually the real reason is that the frog is the price of four dinners.
Am a uni student and quite broke most of the time I am not gonna blow my food money on a reptile. Sorry amphibian.
So we are going to try and catch pork rice at a different place for me
I'm looking over at him like that because I feel like a real wild donkey.
I was annoyed that we stopped to catch a super and was not too nice about this being a chicken place.
And everyone is apologizing.
And Dad Wan might choke.
He just wants to eat quickly so I don't get late.
Me the wild donkey.
Three days later on the drive back to KL I will tell him his music is crap. So he will switch it off and try to stay awake anyway he can, talking to Helen. And my selfrighteoous wild donkey bottom will be looking out of the window thinking , I need to be shot.
Somebody call the firing squad.
But I guess, it's one of the things that teach you something about yourself, about other people and about God.
How God is like a father.
Because it didn't make much sense to me up until this year.
I have several dads now. Some I pursued, some realised there was a need, like
Andrew Wan.
I think he took one look at me and decided.
'What a worm, it needs a can before the Malaysian heat burns it into a crisp.'
He warned me off indo mee.
In his words
'You eat indomee everyday your brain dies lah. '
So he would go to the market and buy me proper bean noodles and whole grain rice.
He told me the cheap places to eat and told me how to cook Asian meals.
Then he gave me Chinese classics to read then he said I needed to learn Asian music culture. His friend Mr Lim had every time of music so I got my hands into that as well.
Me and some other chaoThis was 10 years ago.
I'm looking over at my dad, Andrew Wan.
He is chomping down his chicken and rice because he has to drive me to drama rehearsal.
I'm drinking black coffee that tastes like cotton black soil.
We came here to have a quick dinner but they don't have anything else but chicken and frogs.
I don't eat chicken and I'm too uptight to try the frog.
Actually the real reason is that the frog is the price of four dinners.
Am a uni student and quite broke most of the time I am not gonna blow my food money on a reptile. Sorry amphibian.
So we are going to try and catch pork rice at a different place for me
I'm looking over at him like that because I feel like a real wild donkey.
I was annoyed that we stopped to catch a super and was not too nice about this being a chicken place.
And everyone is apologizing.
And Dad Wan might choke.
He just wants to eat quickly so I don't get late.
Me the wild donkey.
Three days later on the drive back to KL I will tell him his music is crap. So he will switch it off and try to stay awake anyway he can, talking to Helen. And my selfrighteoous wild donkey bottom will be looking out of the window thinking , I need to be shot.
Somebody call the firing squad.
But I guess, it's one of the things that teach you something about yourself, about other people and about God.
How God is like a father.
It made me learn that I don't have to be a perfect human being to be loved.
God as a father allows for mistakes.
He knows the percentage of nonsense we are capable of without necessarily being wicked people. Just that we inherited stupidity along with all other faults from Adam.
Because it didn't make much sense to me up until this year.
I have several dads now. Some I pursued, some realised there was a need, like
Andrew Wan.
I think he took one look at me and decided.
'What a worm, it needs a can before the Malaysian heat burns it into a crisp.'
He warned me off indo mee.
In his words
'You eat indomee everyday your brain dies lah. '
So he would go to the market and buy me proper bean noodles and whole grain rice.
He told me the cheap places to eat and told me how to cook Asian meals.
Then he gave me Chinese classics to read then he said I needed to learn Asian music culture. His friend Mr Lim had every time of music so I got my hands into that as well.
Me and some other chaps would get a ride in his car for meetings.
'Sisiliiia, you cannot wear black black all the time. You are black and wear black also? A driver cannot see you at night you'll get hit lah...'
So I gave up my grunge wear to avoid death by car accident.
We would be gathered in his house for service meeting and he would be asking us, the college students.
'You have breakfast already or not? You want coffee? Your aunt made kway Teo you can eat some lah no need to be shy. Are you hungry or not?
And that is what I needed lah. In a period of my life when things were happening quickly and at the same time I needed a good shaking to start thinking again.
I got straight up counsel
I got told off
But behind that there was love. I could sense love.
He calls me his beautiful daughter.
And he doesn't let me get away with any nonsense.
I will post something stupid on Facebook and I will get a piece of his thinking.
qz
For over ten years I have always been assured that someone cares for me, deeply enough to watch my steps.
Deeply enough to explain family and societal relations to me.
Coz it can be taken for granted, that we will always know how to interact with family members and other members of the society.
But in a dynamic culture as the global one we are in, it's only a matter of time before you step on someone's toes.
He cheers me up with memes and health videos.
So this month, I have been really grateful.
He sends me a corona alert every day.
In paradise, I want a plot right next to him and his family.s would get a ride in his car for meetings.
'Sisiliiia, you cannot wear black black all the time. You are black and wear black also? A driver cannot see you at night you'll get hit lah...'
So I gave up my grunge wear to avoid death by car accident.
We would be gathered in his house for service meeting and he would be asking us, the college students.
'You have breakfast already or not? You want coffee? Your aunt made kway Teo you can eat some lah no need to be shy. Are you hungry or not?
And that is what I needed lah. In a period of my life when things were happening quickly and at the same time I needed a good shaking to start thinking again.
I got straight up counsel
I got told off
But behind that there was love. I could sense love.
He calls me his beautiful daughter.
And he doesn't let me get away with any nonsense.
I will post something stupid on Facebook and I will get a piece of his thinking.
For over ten years I have always been assured that someone cares for me, deeply enough to watch my steps.
Deeply enough to explain family and societal relations to me.
Coz it can be taken for granted, that we will always know how to interact with family members and other members of the society.
But in a dynamic culture as the global one we are in, it's only a matter of time before you step on someone's toes.
He cheers me up with memes and health videos.
So this month, I have been really grateful.
He sends me a corona alert every day.
In paradise, I want a plot right next to him and his family.
I'm looking over at my dad, Andrew Wan.
He is chomping down his chicken and rice because he has to drive me to drama rehearsal.
I'm drinking black coffee that tastes like cotton black soil.
We came here to have a quick dinner but they don't have anything else but chicken and frogs.
I don't eat chicken and I'm too uptight to try the frog.
Actually the real reason is that the frog is the price of four dinners.
Am a uni student and quite broke most of the time I am not gonna blow my food money on a reptile. Sorry amphibian.
So we are going to try and catch pork rice at a different place for me
I'm looking over at him like that because I feel like a real wild donkey.
I was annoyed that we stopped to catch a super and was not too nice about this being a chicken place.
And everyone is apologizing.
And Dad Wan might choke.
He just wants to eat quickly so I don't get late.
Me the wild donkey.
Three days later on the drive back to KL I will tell him his music is crap. So he will switch it off and try to stay awake anyway he can, talking to Helen. And my selfrighteoous wild donkey bottom will be looking out of the window thinking , I need to be shot.
Somebody call the firing squad.
But I guess, it's one of the things that teach you something about yourself, about other people and about God.
How God is like a father.
Because it didn't make much sense to me up until this year.
I have several dads now. Some I pursued, some realised there was a need, like
Andrew Wan.
I think he took one look at me and decided.
'What a worm, it needs a can before the Malaysian heat burns it into a crisp.'
He warned me off indo mee.
In his words
'You eat indomee everyday your brain dies lah. '
So he would go to the market and buy me proper bean noodles and whole grain rice.
He told me the cheap places to eat and told me how to cook Asian meals.
Then he gave me Chinese classics to read then he said I needed to learn Asian music culture. His friend Mr Lim had every time of music so I got my hands into that as well.
Me and some other chaoThis was 10 years ago.
I'm looking over at my dad, Andrew Wan.
He is chomping down his chicken and rice because he has to drive me to drama rehearsal.
I'm drinking black coffee that tastes like cotton black soil.
We came here to have a quick dinner but they don't have anything else but chicken and frogs.
I don't eat chicken and I'm too uptight to try the frog.
Actually the real reason is that the frog is the price of four dinners.
Am a uni student and quite broke most of the time I am not gonna blow my food money on a reptile. Sorry amphibian.
So we are going to try and catch pork rice at a different place for me
I'm looking over at him like that because I feel like a real wild donkey.
I was annoyed that we stopped to catch a super and was not too nice about this being a chicken place.
And everyone is apologizing.
And Dad Wan might choke.
He just wants to eat quickly so I don't get late.
Me the wild donkey.
Three days later on the drive back to KL I will tell him his music is crap. So he will switch it off and try to stay awake anyway he can, talking to Helen. And my selfrighteoous wild donkey bottom will be looking out of the window thinking , I need to be shot.
Somebody call the firing squad.
But I guess, it's one of the things that teach you something about yourself, about other people and about God.
How God is like a father.
It made me learn that I don't have to be a perfect human being to be loved.
God as a father allows for mistakes.
He knows the percentage of nonsense we are capable of without necessarily being wicked people. Just that we inherited stupidity along with all other faults from Adam.
Because it didn't make much sense to me up until this year.
I have several dads now. Some I pursued, some realised there was a need, like
Andrew Wan.
I think he took one look at me and decided.
'What a worm, it needs a can before the Malaysian heat burns it into a crisp.'
He warned me off indo mee.
In his words
'You eat indomee everyday your brain dies lah. '
So he would go to the market and buy me proper bean noodles and whole grain rice.
He told me the cheap places to eat and told me how to cook Asian meals.
Then he gave me Chinese classics to read then he said I needed to learn Asian music culture. His friend Mr Lim had every time of music so I got my hands into that as well.
Me and some other chaps would get a ride in his car for meetings.
'Sisiliiia, you cannot wear black black all the time. You are black and wear black also? A driver cannot see you at night you'll get hit lah...'
So I gave up my grunge wear to avoid death by car accident.
We would be gathered in his house for service meeting and he would be asking us, the college students.
'You have breakfast already or not? You want coffee? Your aunt made kway Teo you can eat some lah no need to be shy. Are you hungry or not?
And that is what I needed lah. In a period of my life when things were happening quickly and at the same time I needed a good shaking to start thinking again.
I got straight up counsel
I got told off
But behind that there was love. I could sense love.
He calls me his beautiful daughter.
And he doesn't let me get away with any nonsense.
I will post something stupid on Facebook and I will get a piece of his thinking.
qz
For over ten years I have always been assured that someone cares for me, deeply enough to watch my steps.
Deeply enough to explain family and societal relations to me.
Coz it can be taken for granted, that we will always know how to interact with family members and other members of the society.
But in a dynamic culture as the global one we are in, it's only a matter of time before you step on someone's toes.
He cheers me up with memes and health videos.
So this month, I have been really grateful.
He sends me a corona alert every day.
In paradise, I want a plot right next to him and his family.s would get a ride in his car for meetings.
'Sisiliiia, you cannot wear black black all the time. You are black and wear black also? A driver cannot see you at night you'll get hit lah...'
So I gave up my grunge wear to avoid death by car accident.
We would be gathered in his house for service meeting and he would be asking us, the college students.
'You have breakfast already or not? You want coffee? Your aunt made kway Teo you can eat some lah no need to be shy. Are you hungry or not?
And that is what I needed lah. In a period of my life when things were happening quickly and at the same time I needed a good shaking to start thinking again.
I got straight up counsel
I got told off
But behind that there was love. I could sense love.
He calls me his beautiful daughter.
And he doesn't let me get away with any nonsense.
I will post something stupid on Facebook and I will get a piece of his thinking.
For over ten years I have always been assured that someone cares for me, deeply enough to watch my steps.
Deeply enough to explain family and societal relations to me.
Coz it can be taken for granted, that we will always know how to interact with family members and other members of the society.
But in a dynamic culture as the global one we are in, it's only a matter of time before you step on someone's toes.
He cheers me up with memes and health videos.
So this month, I have been really grateful.
He sends me a corona alert every day.
In paradise, I want a plot right next to him and his family.
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