Picture-lobster perfect

15 Feb: my father’s birthday….every year this time, we go out for a family dinner, or so it seems. This year is no different. I, a creature who finds comfort in rountine mundaness, finds such a ritual somewhat comforting. It is a dinner I look forward to every year.

My father: a scrawny boy who grew to love architecture but ended up being a banker. A man who fell in love with a girl in university, romanced the city of Penang with her on his scooter….who later started a life together as husband and wife on Christmas day.

Who built a family of three and contend coming home to his wife and daughter every other ordinary work day. I have always thought he was the perfect father and husband (and despite the fact that he is coined a divorced now, I still reckon he is the best man). He does not smoke, nor does he drink and he has a passion for wind-surfing and golfing. My cousins always say he is a rather cool dad and I could not be prouder.

He was a father who loved his darling daughter (that would be ME! hehehhe). And like every other little girl who were doted by their father, I would not change my father for the world. He was indeed the best God could have offered me.

My father, a man of few words, taught me invaluable lessons in life….he always say: Don’t say you can’t until you have tried. And never sigh…for you are too young to sigh. (and guess what, I never sighed much in life because there is so much more to laugh in life than to sigh)

This year we had dinner at lobsterman. Food was not a gastronomical delight. However, it was more than palatable. More importantly, my father had a good time relishing the lobster. As food was served, we were surprised with a Polaroid photo family shot, courtesy of lobsterman.

My father rested his one hand on my shoulder. I recalled other such precious moments. There was once when I was way to young and we were holidaying in Cameron, I hugged him from behind and we took a happy photo together. Just him and I. And there was another instance in Langkawi, we captured another perfect picture. And yet another instance when we first visited Australia and my dad and I took another cheekily cute photo together. I miss hugging my father. Inhibition is such that we need to find excuses to hug our fathers as we grow up. An inhibition that does not serve much of a purpose, if you ask me.

My father rested his other hand on my mom’s shoulder. For that one split second, I felt genuine happiness.

Snap. A moment frozen in time. I smiled, my parents smiled. The picture came out just FAMILY PURFECT!!

* if only life can be picture perfect, we would all be smiling as if the world is the most beautiful place to live…and although it is not, we can all strive to make this world a perfect place, teleois*

Vanilla ice cream over chocolate brownie

Happy Valentine Day! This day arrive yet again. The loneliness have never been more acute. Twenty five winters past without a bother. Why then does it bothers me so this time around?

What puzzles me most is this sudden shift in my life paradigm. I feel that the script have been re-written and I am having a hard time playing my new role..i.e. mad, nonsensical girl in love. To many girls, this character is probably the easiest to play. Ask me to secure a much coveted job and I will rise to the challenge. Ask me to confess my feelings for a mere bloke and I shun from such a challenge. Searching deep inside me, a question arise: could it be that I am feeling somewhat insecure? Do I secretly think that I am “un-lovable”? Or is it just a question of ego and pride…for a girl who has never failed at anything (and I mean anything!!), rejection is probably what I fear most. So, it boils down to a question of facing my fear of rejection. Perhaps I shall let the inquisitive “want to know if he likes me” side of me rest a little…been a rather long journey.

Valentines…as usual, an over-rated celebrated day. But as usual, I managed to pull off a rather satisfying day. Got meself a lovely crystal bracelet from me cousin today. It was after all Valentines day! She all but shouted “Happy Valentines Day” into my ears! This is my Christmas present, which is long overdue. Anyhow, she got me a “love” pink crystal bracelet from Lilian Too’s World of Feng Shui outlet in Mid Valley. What touches my soul most is the fact that not only did she get me a “love” crystal but also presented it to me on the one day out of three hundred and sixty five days that I needed the magic touch of the supernatural.

Guess with all the prediction of finding mr right and bracelet, Lilian Too better be right!!

Mid Valley was visited by many couples, making it a living hell for singleton…..but it is also a fun place for singleton to come out and have some good old fun tonight.

I had dinner with French girl. Not only did I get a present today, I was also treated to a yummy meal at Chillis.

Conducive conversation, some fashion talk, some dreams about Paris and laughter made dinner a perfect Valentines day.

Vanilla ice cream over warm chocolate brownie, that is how we both like our desert.