A Father's Night

I have no idea what was it all about last night. It was the very first time I had ever felt it from dad.

Two weeks before that, Lyan came home with her highlight of the day. Gleefully sharing a cheese cake recipe she had copied from her supervisor. Said she is going to make it on Father's Day. She did mention she had promised to share some of the pieces with her colleagues as well at the office. I thought it was not fair.

I was not sure if dad knew at the beginning. But he seems to be happy with the idea and anticipated in the celebration ahead of him.

Until last night...

I called out to everybody in the house to gather in the kitchen to taste some of Lyan's cheese cake she had ever made. When dad came in, I reminded everyone do not devour it all, cause Lyan is going to share some with her colleagues. Dad was like "What?!" I could feel how disappointed and upsetting in his tone of voice. After all, I realized this was his first Father's Day since he came home working from overseas since God knows how long.

Nonetheless, dad was the one who took the first cut of the cake. He started off by cutting in the middle of the cake. Row by row he cut through. I was not sure how hard the cake was, but dad seems to exert much of his energy and pressure I thought the plastic knife would broke in two.

After he finished, I think he dug up a piece on purpose and messed up the edge of the cake at one end, saying "What on earth is this? What cake is this, so damn stiff?"

This time, I felt frustration and anger in his tone. I guessed he was upset because the cake was not whole-hearted specially made for him. So I informed him that this was the first time Lyan made the cake, she was inexperienced.

He took what I said and began his bite.

We missed Father's Day so many years now, every year. Simply because dad never homed whenever the special day around the corner during his work overseas. During those years, I felt how insignificant day it was without his presence. When I think back, I realized how happy he was, and I had missed it as well this time. I had wished how I should have been the one who ought to make that chocolate brownie. At least I had made it twice myself.

Bad Moves

The other day, I was watching this Indonesian drama that I did not quite catch its name(first time I watched, how do I know?). I was certain the film was about a girl name Alyssa( is this spelled right?) in it. When it neared end, there was this guy caught much of my attention. I guessed this well-built, clean-cut, hot stuff was the lead actor in it.

Here's the deal: He was in a dilemma when his so-called girlfriend(I guessed) "threatened" him to engage with her. She will only then drop the charge against Alyssa, who was accused of stealing her clothes. (He fell in love with Alyssa) So this guy agreed reluctantly (to save her Alyssa of course). Now this was which it got me straightened up my back in my sit, squinting my very eyes, took in all his body language.

When the girl told Alyssa she wouldn't charge her, my eyes were still on the guy. At this very moment, the guy showed his body language as 'rubbing his forefinger at the side of his forehead, while faced down, eyebrows lifted'. (familiar with this?)

It struck me of an article I read in one of the decades old RD my friend lent me. I remember that body language I just described is an indication of a person telling a lie. (It was an article on how to spot a liar by looking at body language.)

So what I meant is, the guy's body language surely wasn't in tune with what was happening then.

You say "Oh, it just a movie, who care!" To a veteran flick fan, I'd say "It just make the worse movie becomes worst." That is why such film such a film does a job well done in cracking me up!

Believe me, I do watch Hollywood. If I should compare, it's the skill (body language) that makes the difference. Which, in my point of view...

The Fuplers

I have been subscribed to Matt Koval's for more than a year now. Being one of his subscriber, I never stop checking out whatever he puts on. Unfortunately, he is a film-maker, which is a job taking up much of his time - as he says. However, being film-maker, it is how he always deserves a pat on the back from many of his followers, and not-his-followers, for his job well done in making each video an epic, especially the Fuplers family, much of folks' reviews too.

Yeah, it's understandably Matt obviously doesn't have much time for us. He tried his best. We only hope that he will keep on making more cool videos. These are some of his series :

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Moving and Clutter

On the day we moved in, the clutter was overwhelming. Just as usual. I was far more grateful and glad this was the clutter a lot better than the last one. At least it's getting smaller and lesser, but still, here and there, is overwhelming.

I guess it because of the few movings we had experienced in the past, this time was different. Compare to the house's, my clutter was way too simple and easy to organize. (yeah I was no.1 got my room filled, cleaned and set!)

Despite the fact that we had quite a number of moving-ins, it seems not enough lesson-learned to mark every boxes we filled while we were packing at the old house. We hardly put an end in seeking something high and low, far and wide. It was worth a laugh or just not smart enough. I mean, we watch movies, dramas and whatnot, it just never crossed our minds.

I'm not sure if we deserved a punch in the gut, when our weighing machine got stolen in the past moving. Luckily things like this only happened once. (blame the truckers, it was them!) It wasn't a good planning then, because of the extreme clutter. Anyway, this time moving-in, you could say we were blessed.

Seems nobody enjoy moving, most I guess.

Talking about moving-outs and moving-ins!