I was having some alone-time with my thoughts the other day about how comercialized such celebrations like Father's Day, Mother's Day and Valentine's Day are these days. Heck, there's even such a thing called Pancake Day - also known as Fettisdagen (Fat Tuesday), which I only came to know about after working in the Sweden embassy for a few weeks - in Sweden. When I was younger, every advertisement or brouchure or signboard regarding such celebrations made me believe that one would have to go all out - I mean, all out - just to fullfill the the worldly requirements that have been set as to what these celebrations are about. I have to admit, I was a victim to these stupid beliefs.
As much as I wanted to splurge on those special occasion, I would usually settle to write a sincere hand-written letter or DIY cards or allow my creative juices to flow through my fingertips, in hopes of creating something personal and memorable. That's what I have been doing all these years. Sure, those little things were enough to put a smile on their faces, enough to show them that they were loved but there was something within me that kept insisting that they deserved so much more than just a hand-written letter, although it was written sincerely; so much more than a DIY card; and so much more than what my creative juices would lead me to.
So yesterday, just after Church, we managed to talk Dad into making a pitstop at Mid- Valley. We played our cards right - my sis and I - saying that we needed to purchse books that we ordered and browse through clothing apparels for monthly discounts. Even Mum joined in, saying that she needed to check out the Ladies Department store. After having parked our car, we split up. Mum took Dad away to accompany her and my sis and I went scouting for a good place to celebrate the occasion - Our target: somewhere that is reasonably-priced and tastes just like heaven.
I asked around and narrowed down my choices to the last two remaining restaurants - Delicious and Dome. In the end, it was Delicious.
Simply because I was feeling ambitious, not having tasted the food there before and all. I wanted to treat my Dad, for the first time, since I'm now earning my own money for the time being. So quickly, my sister and I scanned the menu and made reservations, while I called mum to inform her about the whole plan.
A vast range of desserts laid out in front of our eyes, as we chose to be seated there. So tempting they were that I just had to order myself something. Those whom have dined with me would know just how much of a dessert-junkie I am. No matter how full to the brim I am after having, let's say, a six course meal or how too much of sugar and pastry and icing is bad for health, desserts - minus chocolate - would always be an exception.
So since we all have sweet-tooths - exclusing Mum, that is - these were the mouth-watering treats we dined-in to.
Berrilicious Chocolate Pavlova
Peach & Banana Crumble with Vanilla Ice Cream
Red Velvet Cupcake with Cream Cheese Raspberry Swirls
Sure, such occasions are not supposed to be about how good the food is either, but heck, it made our day. In between waiting for our orders to arrive, a waiter swung by our table to hand my Dad a voucher which entitled him to any choice of coffee he wanted - that was 'the gift' the waiter had told me earlier about. So Dad ordered a hot mug of Cappucino - probably to be on the safe side because he wasn't feeling so well. Bad timing.
Apart from the food, the service was too poor to even rate. We waited for almost 45 minutes for our food to arrive but maybe it was due to the fact that it was during the peak hour - lunch time. So all was forgiven. Forgotten.
In the end, I was pleased and my heart was at peace because with all the money I'm earning, instead of spending it on monthly shopping excursions, I spent it on my Dad - whom, by the way, was worth so much more.
Happy Father's Day again, Daddy.
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