Monday, June 19, 2006

Happy Father's Day

Got a fellow greeted me, "Happy Father's Day!" in MSN last night.

I replied, "Err... 1) I'm a girl. 2) Since I'm a girl, I can't be a father. 3) I've no kids."

He didn't reply me after that. LOL. Maybe he knows that he had said it to the wrong person. (He should have said it to his own dad.)

You see ah, when Mother's Day comes, everyone will get all hype over it and plan this and that because it's Mother's Day. But when Father's day comes, everyone will say, "Normal laa. Just eat at home only."

Why the double standard ah? Is it because dad doesn't talk as much as mom? Is it because dad is strong and he seldom shows his emotional self? Or is it because he's dad, he is not as high maintenance and attention-deficit as mom. Please enlighten me.

In my humble opinion, dad deserves as much 'air time' as mom. Why?

Without dad's sperm, you won't be conceived and born into this world. Another word, if your dad didn't fuck your mom, you won't be here today reading this post written by ME. That's why you should thank your dad for giving you a chance to know me. Hehehe. I know I'm so full of myself but I can't help it because I'm a LEO, okay?! Hahaha.

Anyway, sometimes I too will overlook dad's sacrifices and contributions to the family, just like you. I feel bad. Really. Sigh. I take dad's presence for granted every single day. The wake up call comes when I read this somewhere online...

"There was once when we drove past your office and she commented that you were in that building. When we went to a shopping mall, she will reminisce the times when you brought her to a certain section of the mall. I am actually very surprised that she could recall the incidents which took place when she was only 3 years of age. To her, you seem to be everywhere."

The words teared my eyes.

It made me run downstairs to check on my dad.

He's sitting on his favourite couch watching National Geographic on Assthrow.

I notice that he is no longer young, handsome and strong. He has more grey hair now than the last time I took a good look at him. Time does not wait for anyone.

I've known of a girl who likes to eat from the same bowl with her dad. One spoon for herself and one spoon for her dad. Like gf and bf. So gross can die. But to her, it is not. I guess different people have different ways of expressing themselves. Maybe I shouldn't get too hung up over it.

My family members are not the expressive type. We don't say "I love you" to each other everyday nor do we give each other a hug every now and then. We are subtle. We keep our love to each other in our heart, the good old Chinese way...

"Dad, are you not going to bed soon?"

"Why? You want to watch the TV?"

"No."

"Then?"

"Nothing."

"Wake up early tomorrow morning if you want me to drop you at the train station."

"OK."

This is how it's like between me and my dad. What about you?


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The following is an obligatory photoblog for my sis in NZ.

We went to a Japanese restaurant for dinner on Saturday night:
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The restaurant is called the 'Flower Tea House', owned by Ah Kor's friend. It's a nice, quaint and cosy little place:
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The Japanese fried rice:
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Because my mom and dad don't really like raw food, so most of the food which we had ordered are either fried or cooked.

Fried chicken:
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The Japanese tofu is smooth and nice:
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Miso soup:
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Fried fish fillet with mayo sauce:
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Sotong balls:
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Fried salmon:
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We enjoyed the meal very much but dad and mom STILL prefer Chinese food:
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Total damage is around RM200+. Paid by Ah Kor and Haur.

Later in the evening, we went to a nearby Coffeebean to have some coffee and tea until the wee hours:
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We chit-chat until the wee hours in the morning.