Friday, March 10, 2006

My Role Model



When i was young i would,
Give him a peck on his cheek,
Everytime he left for office,
When I was young I would,
Wait for him by the door,
To see if he was coming,
When I was young I would,
Sit on the table,
When he was having his meals,
Hehehe... Thanks to him,
I learnt how to eat spice!
When I was young I would,
Wait for him to console me,
When I was crying, sad or just cranky,
He would carry me on his shoulder,
And suddenly the world would be bright again!
When I was young I would,
Thank God everynight,
For giving me a great dad,
A dad who was always there for us,
A dad I admired so much,
A dad who taught me a lot about life,
A dad who inspired me to shape my own future,
A dad who challenged me to live my dreams,
A dad who always support me in everything I wanted to persue,
A dad who grew to become MY ROLE MODEL!

Thank you for everything you have done for all of us all these years!I wouldnt be anything today if it wasnt for you!I love you a lot daddy.... I LOVE YOU!
~by Anisha Sasheendran Ck Balan

13 Comments:

Blogger Erica is Rich said...

Hey nice posting. :)

How are you btw? Have not heard from you in a while!

Cheers,
Erica

5:05 AM  
Blogger Geraldine said...

Hi Anisha!
Im happy I came across your blog,
It was nice to meet you at IC
warm regards
Geri

4:43 AM  
Blogger Ali said...

Hi Anisha...

Happy to find your blog....and happy with what you wrote as well :)

Keep on writing dear,so i can keep on reading.hehe

smiling,
ali

12:21 PM  
Blogger Rob said...

HI sweetie!

Thx for the kind words on my blog. Glad i can keep up to date with your adventures in KL (that way i know what to expect when i come visit :) )

Unfortunately i will be in Rotterdam for Steering Team meeting when you have your conference :( But we will definitely have an MC trip to KL one weekend (or a Rob trip if the others aren't up for it...)

Hugs from BKK
x R x

9:17 AM  
Blogger Jingwei said...

Your dad is very cool from the short conversation I had with him one morning I was waiting for Huilin to pick me up. ;-)

So is your mum - especially her enthusiasm for life. You are so lucky, Anisha!

I wish you see you also. Malaysia is the best place if I'll ever want to settle down. Hehe...Let's see if I'll be able to pay a trip to meet you again. Missing eating out around your office and getting a ride in your cute car!

Love!

3:40 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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10:46 PM  
Blogger yatakuyakuya said...

HI anisha...
just drop u with greetings...
nice to read ur blog and Im glad to found your blog...

-tya-

7:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i have to agree with pria sentul:
i love u too uncle..ahaha =)

miss yaa

10:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Anisha, came across yr blog while surfing. Am really touched by yr poem on Shashi'ettan' ... U GO GURL :) !!!!!!

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