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Day 3 - Your Parents
My Dad's the reason we moved to Louisiana, and as a result (because he opened himself to the idea of moving significant distances for work), the reason we moved to Switzerland. I'm pretty sure I get my melodramatic genes from him, too, as well as most of my looks.
He's very sensitive about how we think of him, but even if hurts him for us to think of him as the "villain," will persist in something if he thinks he's right. I haven't figured out if that's a good thing or bad thing yet, but at least he's got a firm moral compass.
Dad was the one who introduced the lot of us to computers, being an engineer. He likes talking about how good he was at predicting trends back in the day, and as such we got a jump start in figuring out computers, back in the day when tinkering around with CONFIG.SYS and AUTOEXEC.BAT was the norm, TSR was more than the company that made D&D, and so on. Under his supervision, we'd go to CompUSA, poke through Computer Shopper, and such. I think he regrets some of it because computer maintenance became the car mechanic of the Internet age, and because maybe he believes we spent too much time on computers and not enough on socalizing. (Yes, there was a point where I wasn't social at all.) Nowadays he only keeps interest on personal electronics on a consumer level rather than the industry level, but that's all he really needs to know.
Anyone who's met my mother knows exactly the kind of woman she is, because she is very much the idealized version of every mother out there: kind, gentle, gracious under fire. She kicks my ass too often in Scrabble (well, Words with Friends) for my taste, though. Mom has the tireless motivation and get-up-and-go that I could only dream of having (I got my father's inertial work ethic instead--extremely difficult to move, but once I really start...), and often pours far too much energy into my well-being.
She's the one who taught me to cook; mine is a pale shadow to hers, and my knowledge isn't as vast. Lots of conversations have passed while working on making Chinese dumplings, random heartfelt discussions about life, the universe, and stuff, or the basic syntax of the Chinese language, and so on.
Mom's native language is Mandarin, with a sprinkling of Taiwanese in there; Dad's is English, with a sprinkling of Mandarin in there. I understand when my parents are talking to each other in Mandarin, I talk with my mother in both languages (sometimes in that weird hybrid Chinglish that exists amongst AsAm kids), but I always talk to my father in English, and never understand his Mandarin when he's talking to me. It catches me off guard when he speaks to me in Mandarin, and he always needs to repeat it.
Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 - Your siblings
Day 12 - What’s in your bag
Day 13 - This week
Day 14 - What you wore today
Day 15 - Your dreams
Day 16 - Your first kiss
Day 17 - Your favorite memory
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday
Day 19 - Something you regret
Day 20 - This month
Day 21 - Another moment
Day 22 - Something that upsets you
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry
Day 25 - A first
Day 26 - Your fears
Day 27 - Your favorite place
Day 28 - Something that you miss
Day 29 - Your aspirations
Day 30 - One last moment
My Dad's the reason we moved to Louisiana, and as a result (because he opened himself to the idea of moving significant distances for work), the reason we moved to Switzerland. I'm pretty sure I get my melodramatic genes from him, too, as well as most of my looks.
He's very sensitive about how we think of him, but even if hurts him for us to think of him as the "villain," will persist in something if he thinks he's right. I haven't figured out if that's a good thing or bad thing yet, but at least he's got a firm moral compass.
Dad was the one who introduced the lot of us to computers, being an engineer. He likes talking about how good he was at predicting trends back in the day, and as such we got a jump start in figuring out computers, back in the day when tinkering around with CONFIG.SYS and AUTOEXEC.BAT was the norm, TSR was more than the company that made D&D, and so on. Under his supervision, we'd go to CompUSA, poke through Computer Shopper, and such. I think he regrets some of it because computer maintenance became the car mechanic of the Internet age, and because maybe he believes we spent too much time on computers and not enough on socalizing. (Yes, there was a point where I wasn't social at all.) Nowadays he only keeps interest on personal electronics on a consumer level rather than the industry level, but that's all he really needs to know.
Anyone who's met my mother knows exactly the kind of woman she is, because she is very much the idealized version of every mother out there: kind, gentle, gracious under fire. She kicks my ass too often in Scrabble (well, Words with Friends) for my taste, though. Mom has the tireless motivation and get-up-and-go that I could only dream of having (I got my father's inertial work ethic instead--extremely difficult to move, but once I really start...), and often pours far too much energy into my well-being.
She's the one who taught me to cook; mine is a pale shadow to hers, and my knowledge isn't as vast. Lots of conversations have passed while working on making Chinese dumplings, random heartfelt discussions about life, the universe, and stuff, or the basic syntax of the Chinese language, and so on.
Mom's native language is Mandarin, with a sprinkling of Taiwanese in there; Dad's is English, with a sprinkling of Mandarin in there. I understand when my parents are talking to each other in Mandarin, I talk with my mother in both languages (sometimes in that weird hybrid Chinglish that exists amongst AsAm kids), but I always talk to my father in English, and never understand his Mandarin when he's talking to me. It catches me off guard when he speaks to me in Mandarin, and he always needs to repeat it.
Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 - Your siblings
Day 12 - What’s in your bag
Day 13 - This week
Day 14 - What you wore today
Day 15 - Your dreams
Day 16 - Your first kiss
Day 17 - Your favorite memory
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday
Day 19 - Something you regret
Day 20 - This month
Day 21 - Another moment
Day 22 - Something that upsets you
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry
Day 25 - A first
Day 26 - Your fears
Day 27 - Your favorite place
Day 28 - Something that you miss
Day 29 - Your aspirations
Day 30 - One last moment