scrapping for dad

December 29, 2010 • 15 comments • 1327 views

I forgot to blog about this and a tweet from a dear reader reminded me today! So as promised, I’d like to share what my sister and I gave to my dad for his birthday!

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DA….!!!!!

*bows incessantly*

Why, thank you, thank you…oh, stop….it was nothing, really….

YES IT WAS!

It was a team effort by my sister and I, and we were at such busy times of our lives! My sister was travelling and I was tied up with FV launch and having 4 hours of sleep a day, so we decided to join forces.

Process A: THE BRAIN: Before my sister left, she had to dig for old pictures, get them resized and printed, come up with the concept and layout for me to implement.

Process B: THE LABOUR: When they arrived to me, I filter which pictures to use, and come up with colour scheme, decorations and get my hands dirty with UHU stick and scissors (and asam…I was hungry…).

I did 4 layouts in one late night because I had to make sure my dad was asleep since this was a surprise.

My mom has never ever written my dad anything; their love is more of a telepathy thingy. So we thought it’d be cute if she wrote something for him.

This tiny sheet of paper took her literally 24 hours to do. She had to draft on a separate notepad and everything! *slaps forehead*

“Mama tak tau la apa nak tulis!!”

“Just write what’s in your heart…”

“My heart says I love him! Enough la…why have to write like this? Shy la”

The next morning, she avoided me… I made her write it there and then in front of me. No nonsense.

I’ve missed doing all these scrapping stuff. You guys should definitely try it. Looking at old pictures, reminiscing of good times, putting on some Colbie Caillat song and just scrapping for hours can be so calming and therapeutic.

I got to explore some of our family’s old pictures, my grandparents, my parents’ wedding, Raya pictures. Just made me smile the whole time.

Except for these pics:

My sister resented me when I came sliding into this world because the attention was naturally (*ahem, blows nails*) shifted. So she made sure I got a little piece of everything while she hogged a big chunk of it. Like my dad’s chest. Look at me squished on the right, I barely got to touch my dad!!

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And this was just mean!!!! Telling me we were going to wear blue for Raya.

But decades later, we found peace with each other and now, we love each other more than anything. Because blood is thicker than water bla bla bla.


Now this frame we did together is proudly hung in my dad’s office to remind him of his two princesses who finally, have stopped trying to kill each other. For now.