Sunday, June 20, 2010 . 6/20/2010 04:32:00 PM

Today, practically half the world celebrates what we called "Fathers' Day".

What an annoying day.

The first thing (or noise) that work me up was a funeral procession below.

The second? My bros playing Counter Strike... or was it DOTA?

Fathers' Day has never been the nicest memory in my head.

I can't remember what Fathers' Day was like when I was a child, except for one exception.

That exception being an extremely military punishment given to me and Big Bro, and being scolded so badly the neighbours could hear and see what's going on, with the main door open and the sheer volume of his voice. The present I got was laid ignored under my bed before being thrown days later.

It's probably due to this incident, and the fact that the said person cheated on Mum, that I wished Fathers' Day never existed. 

But who am I to say? There are millions of great fathers out there in the world, loving their kids more than mine does, and at the same time loving their wives just as much. 

To people out there. It's a fortune to have a father by your side and who loves you for who you are. Appreciate the father who's been right by your side in the ups and downs of your life. It means you're extremely lucky.

Really, I've mentioned this before. I have no idea what is it like to have a father in my teenage years. Do they pamper their daughters? Do they discuss soccer with their sons? I probably won't know. And as I'm nearing the end of my teens, this will never happen to me.

All I know is, in the future, if I were to have any children, I will never want them to experience the incompleteness of a broken family. Means it will take forever for me to ensure a man is right for me. 

That's what you get. I'm a girl who's scarred for life. 

Oh well, what's meant to be is meant to be. What's not meant to be is not meant to be. Dream on.