Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Friday, March 30
Friday, March 23
Their first day
Helene and my dad really hit the ground running despite their 16 hours of traveling to get to Kaohsiung from Johannesburg! We came home, threw their bags down and met with Grace at a beautiful tea house down the road from where we live. I never knew it was that gorgeous inside! Trust the tourists to get the resident to see the special places...
We drank tea, twirly, swirly style out of those little cups without handles and we ate an assortment of snackies ranging from sweet potato chips and deep fried pumpkin cakes to deep fried bread dipped in condensed milk.
After a quick stop at the local temple and short nap, we hit the Yucheng night market. Every isle offered something new to eat! Dumplings, strawberries, Chinese guava and finally 50 Pizza's hawaiian pizza with corn on.
Looking forward to another good day!
Yay!
Tuesday, March 20
Welcome to the Vander Woude Hilton!
I'm so glad! I'm so happy! My dad and Helene are coming to Taiwan to visit us. Yay! They'll be here from the 22nd to the 29th of March. Yay, yay, yay!
Wednesday, February 28
It's my father's birthday today
Thanks to my father I know the following things:
1) How to hold a cricket bat properly
2) What a slaz ball is
3) How to know which batter is on strike when the batsmen are too far away to see who’s who in a live game
4) What a Nelson is
5) My time tables very well
6) How to behave in a very swanky restaurant
7) BMT is not a sandwich
8) Life is tough in Africa
9) Public speaking is easy
10) Failure should not limit one’s ability to think big
Twenty years ago, my dad was not yet thirty, he was married and had a seven-year-old daughter and a four-year-old son. He was approximately a decade younger than his peers at work and a very young, successful father at parent-teacher meetings. To my seven-year-old mind he was by far the most handsome man I knew. This was powerfully confirmed to me one day: I was at his office when he received a certificate one December boldly declaring: “ Most handsome man in the DBSA office”.
He is a very respected mind, too. In the process of becoming an advocate he performed so brilliantly on his bar exam that he was exempt from facing a panel of judges in a highly feared and grueling oral exam. Today he is a very well respected (and possibly even revered) expert in his field of contract law and investment banking. In a word I can describe my dad as an achiever. He is a person who seeks out a challenge and will not rest until he has mastered it. He is a guru at foreseeing worst-case scenarios and knowing how to prevent them, so if you ever need realistic advice, call him.
When you grow up hearing about how much you resemble a parent in looks or mannerisms it automatically sets them up to be a role model. My father has been that to me more than I think he would have wanted. I love my dad for all his faults and successes. He is far more honest about the former than the latter, which is another lovely thing about him. If I could magically transplant one of his traits into my character it would be his nerves of steel. BMT is the thing. My father definitely has barrels full of big match temperament.
Thank you Pap for being there and (bailing me out) when I kept on losing one school shoe of the many pairs you bought me, when I chewed my nails on the netball court, when I needed drilling in math, when I needed to complete a speech about deodorant, when I saw snow for the first time, when Homer burnt down, when you bought me the fiat, when I lost the fiat, when the police found it again, when I graduated from varsity and when I needed a ticket to Taiwan.
Lekker verjaar Pap.
1) How to hold a cricket bat properly
2) What a slaz ball is
3) How to know which batter is on strike when the batsmen are too far away to see who’s who in a live game
4) What a Nelson is
5) My time tables very well
6) How to behave in a very swanky restaurant
7) BMT is not a sandwich
8) Life is tough in Africa
9) Public speaking is easy
10) Failure should not limit one’s ability to think big
Twenty years ago, my dad was not yet thirty, he was married and had a seven-year-old daughter and a four-year-old son. He was approximately a decade younger than his peers at work and a very young, successful father at parent-teacher meetings. To my seven-year-old mind he was by far the most handsome man I knew. This was powerfully confirmed to me one day: I was at his office when he received a certificate one December boldly declaring: “ Most handsome man in the DBSA office”.
He is a very respected mind, too. In the process of becoming an advocate he performed so brilliantly on his bar exam that he was exempt from facing a panel of judges in a highly feared and grueling oral exam. Today he is a very well respected (and possibly even revered) expert in his field of contract law and investment banking. In a word I can describe my dad as an achiever. He is a person who seeks out a challenge and will not rest until he has mastered it. He is a guru at foreseeing worst-case scenarios and knowing how to prevent them, so if you ever need realistic advice, call him.
When you grow up hearing about how much you resemble a parent in looks or mannerisms it automatically sets them up to be a role model. My father has been that to me more than I think he would have wanted. I love my dad for all his faults and successes. He is far more honest about the former than the latter, which is another lovely thing about him. If I could magically transplant one of his traits into my character it would be his nerves of steel. BMT is the thing. My father definitely has barrels full of big match temperament.
Thank you Pap for being there and (bailing me out) when I kept on losing one school shoe of the many pairs you bought me, when I chewed my nails on the netball court, when I needed drilling in math, when I needed to complete a speech about deodorant, when I saw snow for the first time, when Homer burnt down, when you bought me the fiat, when I lost the fiat, when the police found it again, when I graduated from varsity and when I needed a ticket to Taiwan.
Lekker verjaar Pap.
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