parents want their kid to be perfect, at least better off than they are. but parents are the kid's role model. and life isn't so simple. getting the kids to understand their world and making sense of them is pretty hard. especially when you're really young. somehow, working with expat kids made me think about the situation and try to reason out and make them understand. local kids, it's pretty easy. when i say no, it means no. dont question me. thats generally how we're all brought up to be. so, to come from that kinda background, it's really kinda like out of my comfort zone to console the kids when they're crying and yada, yada, yada.

the thing is, i didnt cry that much in my growing years. i find it annoying when kids cry. but expat kids are used to being picked up and consoled when they're upset. new concept to me. i just usually leave crying kids alone.

my dad finds it difficult to deal with a crying me. it's almost like he doesnt wanna see me cry but at the same time, he doesnt know how to make me stop. he doesnt how to act, what to say. when i failed my first TP, i was devastated. i was like bawling my eyes out in the car. daddy picked me up. he passed me a packet of tissue. asked me what happened. well, i'm not exactly the chatty-est when i'm upset. when i get upset, i clam up. probably have to pry me open with that L-shaped tool thingy.

then i just said something about it's not fair. then he said, i can always try again, no need to cry. that just made me cry more actually. then he got out of the car. had a smoke. came back into the car. asked me if i was hungry. said something to make me laugh. i just continued crying. he probably thanked god my sister reached 3 minutes later. coz i stopped crying. hehh...

my colleague came to work crying today. i just told her to stop crying coz i dont have any tissue to offer her.

guess i'm very much like my dad in this area.