Brylcreem

During last night's teleconversation with Mrs Pitt, she told me that she cried reading my Guinness Stout post. You see, my dad is her dad too. We both talked about Dad and said that he did leave too early. That's why I'm posting about my dad again because I started recalling my younger days and the happy times with him.

The flat I used to stay in faced a lane and each evening, from the 5th floor, I would sit there and wait for him to come back. Just in case I missed him, he would whistle loudly and I would then run towards the balcony to wave at him. He would always have treats for us, buying the 2 litre A&W root beer (from the Pudu outlet which is no longer around) and of course on Tuesdays, we'll have our Coney Dogs. Once in a while, he brought back a box of Kit Kat or Kandos Crispies or Wrigley's chewing gum from the wholesale shop in Petaling Street. Once home, he would sit in his favourite chair, I still remember the patch of oil on the wall where he leaned his head against. That's because he used Brylcreem a lot! Ha ha.... Sitting in the chair, he would always play this trick where his eyes would be wide opened and he would pretend to stop breathing. Ha ha....come to think of it, that was a rather mean trick to play on a kid, wasn't it? Pretending to be dead. Ah, my dad, always a joker.

He was also very meticulous about the way he looked and dressed. Always making sure his hair had just the right amount of Brylcreem, that every strand was in place (indeed, that was his crowning glory and he took care of it well, he still had a full head of hair till his last day here). Shirt tucked, he would go thru the ritual of primping himself in front of the mirror. He loved wearing belts with big buckles, he was a big man. The whole ensemble did look nice on him. Hee hee......I used to sit there and just watch him go thru this routine time and time again and I will still be just as fascinated as I was seeing it for the first time.

Life is funny, till one really loses someone, we don't know how it actually feels like or begin to even fathom what has happened and how to deal with the loss. We feel sad and time will lessen the pain but it will never erase the memories that will forever live in our hearts.

It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. ~ Cicero

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All Things Happen For A Reason

I do like Linkin Park, which in turn linked me to bands like Fort Minor. I love FM's "Believe Me", catchy chorus. Anyway, I went to their concert tonight at Bukit Kiara with Ethan. Talk about still being young!. Well, I had manage to get meet and greet passes at first without the concert tickets and decided to bring Ethan with me. Actually, I got them for Ethan, not so much for myself. I thought it would be cool to catch a glimpse of Mike Shinoda. So, after waiting for about an hour, the time came. Oooo....Mike looks a lot cuter in person. I took this snapshot of him where he actually bothered to pose for me!

Ethan managed to get a Fort Minor poster and his art book signed. Feeling contented, we were making our way out of the indoor stadium when I bumped into a friend. He was surprised that we were leaving and said that he'll try to get tickets for us. Well, he managed to and we got to see the concert for free. This was Ethan's first concert, so I told him, after tonight, he was no longer a concert virgin! Hee hee.... I was dancing along with the young crowd and was surprised to have spotted a man in his late 40s, I think he came with his children though. But of course, I'm a better dancer than him! I thought I was one of the older ones there, so I guess in the end there were a few of "us". Of course, I'm not talking about the beefy security staff, the burger seller, or the guy manning the Red Bull stall, they don't count. We had to leave the concert earlier as tomorrow was a school day. At this point, I'm glad such days are over for me, about 20 years over???? Wow!

Shortly after reaching home, Mrs. Pitt called and was laughing at me. She said that I was indeed the 37 year old that refuses to grow old! She was happy for me when I told her that I took up a job offer, one that allows me to work according to my own time as long as I bring in the results. Basically I'm in charge of business development of Fruity, a bakery and restaurant which is located on the Ground Floor, Tesco, Shah Alam. So, if anyone of you is in that area, do drop by. I love their Chicken Croissant Sandwich, Spaghetti Laksa, Mamon cakes, Apple Strudel. Actually, all the food there is good, take it from someone who loves food! I had already been a regular patron of Fruity but never knew the owners. Anyway, sometime in June last year, I had met up with a prospective client in Fruity, Klang. It was then I found out that I was actually meeting one half of the owners. Based on his encounter with me that day, he offered me the job today. As I always believe, all things happen for a reason!

My life has a superb cast but I can't figure out the plot. ~ Ashleigh Brilliant