Dad's birthday dinner (2007)

Dad's birthday falls on the 1st of February.

So, since this year's birthday happens to fall on a Thursday, plus it so happens that it's a Public Holiday today, because it's ThaiPussam, I've decided to go home, and have a nice family cum birthday dinner.

I am glad that at this age, I am still able to celebrate Dad's birthday together with the whole family around.
I know of many people, whom has lose their dads, due to illness, accidents and age..and I should probably count my blessings that my dad is still pretty much healthy now, despite his heart condition, and his body size.

I've always been pretty much attached to my dad.
They say, usually daughters are closer to their dads, and sons to their mums. This is probably due to the opposite sex attraction, well, I am not too sure about that.

I am not going to pretend that it was always easy-flowing with my dad.
When I was younger, we used to have alot of disagreements. He would always be the one who wants to sit down and reason it out, and I would always be the one who slams the door in the end.
However, our arguments never lasted long.
Because he's always the one who comes pujuk-ing me all the time, apologizing for being harsh on me (but in actual fact, I was the rebellious one!) and I always get to have sushi in the end. (because I love sushi ma!)

I can't tell you that my dad is the best in the world. Noo..that would totally offend alot of people then. But I can tell you that my dad is perhaps, ONE of the best in town.
Why do I say so?

My dad's someone who thinks of his family first.
Really.., when he went to KL to work when we were way younger, he would always purposely travel to and fro, every weekend, without fail, just to come home.
And when you think that after a long week of hard work in KL, he would probably enjoy resting at home and expect to be treated like king,..oh no!, he would always help out with housework, on top of that, bringing us around in Ipoh.


When we were not so well-off in the past, we didn't even have a washing machine at home.
Dad would always be the one who does the laundry, and how does he do that?
He would grab a stool, take a scrub, and actually sit down and scrub our clothes, and then wash them, and hang them.
He didn't allow us to help, the only thing I did was to collect the clothes in, and folded them.

Imagine lah!,..nowadays, where got men wanna help do housework one??..Even now, with washing machines, they are simply too ignorant to even toss them into the machine, and press a button.

Thank goodness for dad, I wasn't choosy in whatever I eat. Even for my brother too.
He's always bringing us to try new food, and even drive up all the way to Penang,just for lunch, or sometimes, all the way to Cameron Highlands, just for the vegetables.
Aah, a few times, we even drove all the way up to Genting Highlands, just to have dinner, because the fish there is fresh, and come back home.
Back to those days, when the times were hard, Dad didn't save on food. Whatever we wanted to eat, he would bring us and filled our tummies.

My dad only saved in material things.

Everytime when we needed something or we wanted something, all we had to do was to tell him.
Leave him a note.
He won't get those for us, but to encourage us to "earn" them.
We would do well, academically, and at the end, he would only give us as a reward.
See, he didn't really spoilt us in a way.

Whenever I need something, or whenever I have problems, I would always send him a text message.
And he would always reply them.
Now, tell me, how many dads out there, who knows how to send a text message, or even read them?.

Whose Daddy would actually let you express your anger, and then keeps quiet?

Whose Daddy would actually bring you for sushi even though it was your fault?

Sigh. Maybe we are spoilt a teeny weeny bit..but it's actually how he expresses his love to his children.

As I was saying, mum made reservations for 4, in East Ocean Restaurant at 8pm.
Upon arriving home, dad shouted,
"COME!COME!! LET'S GO EAT..GO EAT!!AND CELEBRATE MY BIRTHDAY!!!...COME!!I WANT BIG CAKES!!"

okayyyyy..so he's not old at all. He's still young at heart.
Phew! That's a relief.

We arrived on time, and sat down, waiting for our orders.
One thing good about this family is everytime there's a birthday in the family, we always eat, eat and eat good food.
Which explains why my diet never works, and why my dad's belly keeps growing each year.

I didn't manage to take pictures of all the dishes.
I did, however, took pictures of several ones.
The food was so delicious that I didn't wanna waste time taking pictures of them anymore.
I just wanna dig in, and EAT.

And I had my first "lou sang" of the year.
=)
It was nice. East Ocean's Restaurant "lou sang" is always good, and crunchy and their fruits are fresh. Not to forget, the salmon fish is fresh fresh fresh!! Yummy!!

And it was also my first time, eating a HUGE PRAWN.
We had a prawn each, and mind you, each prawn cost Dad RM40.
One prawn= RM40 weh.
RM40 means my one week allowance oi!
*sweat*

We initially wanted to take a formal family photo, but the 4 of us are quite busy at the moment.
Dad's with his new project, Mum's with her school work and district work, Bro's with his district competitions and me, with my series and blogpages..Haha, not really. I am just busy with my work lah!

So, the photoshoot was put off, and maybe during the holidays, we shall be taking it soon.

To sum this all up, I love my dad..and I am praying hard, that I can still celebrate his birthday together with the family for many many many many many years to come.
"Happy Birthday Dad!!"

and yes, of course, I love you. Even when I sometimes, have sudden mood swings, yet you know, I am a woman, and you know, I am like mum..I have PMS too..so, you aren't mad at mum, and you shouldn't be mad at me too.

You should be like a man, and understand me too!! okay?
(*psst..even when I ask for extra cash for shopping, you should also understand wert..when mum asked from you also, you didn't scold...right?)

Sigh.

Hahha, both my brother and I, like to pose the same way. I guess, that's how you identify us as sibblings!
Wakakakkaak...