as i was saying..
we were driving back from our basketball game at FRENSHAM (1.5 hours away) (dad and i) and daddy told me a truly true story that really amazed my perception of my parents..
When my dad was a little boy: (one) he wanted to be an artist, (two) he was very fascinated by technology and the school held an assembly and they all sat on the floor and wandered why they were there. they were told they would get to see (for the first time) the black and white television! they waited, and there was fiddling and diddling, but they finally turned it on, and they saw people moving inside a box, and heard sound as they were talking. All within a box.
He loved reading books and learning about the world. He got multiple books on radios and circuits and when he was eleven, he built his own radio....from scratch. I don't know about you, but when i was one one radio was something you listened to music with and i had not a single idea of how it worked. Anyway, he told me it was a 'simple' version with only two components, but he later made a few with more. It was uncommon then to have a radio and it was rather exciting! The whole town knew about his achievement. At this time, his dream was to become an inventor or scientist...
So there was this highly selective school thats even more competitive and hard-to-get-into as a school where you could only get a scholarship to to go. There were only 200 students selected to go as it was considered a very good school in the district. Well...my parents got into that. In fact, not only did my dad in particular get in, well, how do i put this...he...sort of...got top of the school? His dream at this point was to become an entrepreneur (own a business) and travel to a western country and learn English.
He had studied engineering and science so he worked as an assisstant engineer at a government place for a while. He then applied for a scholarship to a university in America. They accepted...but without the free tuition. Even with an uncle's help, at that point it was far too expensive and never a possibility. So he researched and concluded with....(wait for it)... AUSTRALIA (ns all let us rejoice! for we are young and freeee!!) By this time he was 22)
(1988)He came with few cash and few bags.
first job-Ironing at a clothes factory ($2.50 an hour) but he was too 'slow' so they gave him a labanese wrap and fired him.
second job-kitchen hand at sydney uni ($13 an hour) MASSIVE PAY
third job-handed out newspapers/delivered pizzas ($10 an hour)
fourth job-found an alarm company who needed people who understood basic circuits etc.
worked there for a while, bringing a sandwiches for lunch from home.
(1988 + 3 months)Before my mum came to Australia, my dad had called her to tell her to LEARN HOW TO SEW to get a job. she dropped-everything-and-learned-to-sew. When she came, she got a job sewing stockings...and then she worked at a nursing home. her job was to help them go to the toilet, wipe their b*ms and clean their sheets when they...um...when they...*beep* *beep* .........*beep*..........*silence* but it was HIGH pay ($15-$20)...still she hated it and found a new job as a nanny/cook.
(1989) My parents got married
(1991) Sister was born, bringing them a new fortune of a computer business company
They rented a house, then bought one somewhere else, then KABOOM.
(1996) I was born, and bought house in H-U-N-T-E-R-S H-I-L-L
(2000) NEW MILLENIUM, went to america as family
(2001) I started school, sister moved schools, moved to current house
(2008) I started highschool, sister in year 12
(2009) sister graduated
(2010) I learn more about life, and none of it was taught at school.
Dad's dreams
- Be an artist
- Be inventor
- Make a computer from scratch
- Be entrepreneur
- Travel to a western country
- Learn english
- Be an astronaut
My dreams (don't judge me. if you do. go away.)
- Speak 3 languages
- Try modelling
- Work at American Apparel/General pants
- Do an international degree or live in Europe or America for one year
- Try being either a lollipop man or postman (i suppose i want to be a man now?)
- Be a part time photographer
- Be a human being, have God
like i said. GO AWAY IF YOU'RE GOING TO JUDGE ME.
and now I will ask a very thoughtful-ish, life-fulfilling and unknown question
What are your dreams?
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