My dad is an amazing dichotomy.
He is your very Asian businessman kind of dad, but he is also the kind of guy that says "I love you", hugs you and cries at his son's wedding.
He is old-school in so many ways, but always surprises me with how new-school hip he is. Not in the freaky mid-life crisis kind of way, though, just to be clear.
Ever since my brother and I were young, a weekly Saturday-morning occurrence was Dad barging into our bedrooms, shaking the cold water off his hands onto our sleepy faces.
This was to get us up to play tennis or go for a run. (He still kind of does this, minus the water sprinkles).
With a dad like that, you shouldn't be surprised that most of my childhood was spent with him in the great outdoors.
There was a lot of swimming, trekking, boating, snorkelling, tennis, and visits to the beaches.
It was only later in life that I learnt that he was teaching my brother and me precious life lessons and values through the years.
Because we were young, Dad would always outrun us, outplay us on the tennis court and obliterate us in any racket game.
We learnt perseverance. We learnt that we needed to be strong. We learnt about sportsmanship, playing fair, losing gracefully. We learnt about teamwork, training and discipline.
Throughout, he would always say that he was looking forward to the day when we would outrun him, when we would be stronger than he was.
It was through this that I learnt that he loved us deeply and had high hopes of us. His aspirations for us, and the time and energy he spent on his two young sons, made all the difference.
This difference of having a father who is present is exceedingly crucial in society today.
The media provides insane role models and standards for young people to strive towards.