Hi Tea at Summit Hotel, USJ

Summit has changed so much from how I remember it as a teenager. It’s bigger and looks so exclusive nowadays, suiting its sub-urban image. It was tricky to navigate the area as I haven’t been to this part of USJ for quite some time. This Father’s Day celebration was planned out by my ever-trusting sister, Aunty L. She made the reservations for the fam. I had to double check with my sister and brothers many times because I wasn’t sure what Summit Hotel looked like. It wasn’t there before!

Payment details are as follows;

Adult RM55/net

Children RM30/net

Baby FOC

This amounted up to a total of RM560.00 for our group.

Turns out they had a special theme: Marvel Superhero. Kids love that there was Ironman in a suit and Dr Strange. Dad got a lucky draw prize as well. The food selection was OK. The place got a bit packed. It’s like they keep setting up new tables in very odd spaces. We had to leave early so that we could reach Melaka before Asar. But the rest of the family continued their culinary journey.

I managed to buy some flower bouquets for the men in the family. the fathers. This was from The Kejutan. They could improve their customer services a bit. Felt worthless and looked down upon as a customer.

Last but not least, a group photo

happy fathers day

My father was not a perfect man but in my eyes he was a great father. In fact, any father who could bring the best out of their daughters should be commended.

He taught me and sister good hygiene. He forced us to brush our teeth every time before going to bed. He could tell if we were truly brushing them or just spreading the paste on our lips to get out of brushing them.

He showed us that we could stand on our own two feet – just like any other boy. That we could have proper jobs, that we could earn our own salary and make our own living. He opened roads of discovery and networking so we could learn and be inspired by the best in their fields.

And even once both me and my sister has become moms – he never ceased to forget that we are still his lovely daughters.Always a gift at the right time. There would be an occasional new purse. Or a handbag. Or metered cloth for us to make our baju kurung. In fact, he’d insist on us requesting for special meals when we visit him. Despite us being able to cook for ourselves. LOL.

Perhaps the most valuable lesson that he taught me was independence. Yes, pretend on having to depend on Mr Husband if you must, but keep at the back of our heads on how things operate or are being done. So we could be prepared should the worst of things ever happen to any of us daughters. He also made it clear that being independent is not whole-heartedly defined as being self-sufficient .It is not wrong to ask for help and allow people to help you.

It is only fair that I should thank him for being the righteous, loving and courteous man he could ever me as a father to his daughters.

Thanks Daddy. Happy Fathers Day.

.. and of course to Mr Husband. Happy Fathers Day jugak. No presents but I did make a lovely potato lasagna (inspired by shares on Facebook) for Iftar.


Happy Fathers Day … of my workaholic daddy

A father plays a pivotal role in determining the outcomes of his daughter/s.

Not every father is perfect and this was something I realized later on – way past childhood. It’s only by reflection do I realize that I had somehow inherited these imperfections and practising it in daily living.

My fathers Achilles Heel was that he was and still is a workaholic. He calls it dedication and passion towards his job. Which is actually true, but all this comes with a price and often at the expense of sacrificing precious time with his own family.

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I don’t blame him. After all, he himself was orphaned at the age of 5. His father died drowning in the river nearby home. He was raised by a single mother and he had like.. many other siblings. His father figure was his own grandfather who worked as a male amah in a house owned by an Englishmen. Father learnt how to set the table for a formal dinner. He observed how the Englishmen conversed with each other. His early childhood life had a lot of English influence to it.

Most importantly, he learnt the importance of an education and a stable job with a stable income. He was trained to work and study hard. He knew at a very young age that nothing is impossible. That he can achieve his dream to live a comfortable life. Indeed, he did.

He is now a top ranked officer in his department. And he still has ambitions to work past his pension age. He is already scouting for jobs in the private sector despite us children protesting and saying “Dad.. its time for you to rest!”

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I grew up knowing that he is a hard working man. He would leave very early in the morning and sometimes come back late at night. We even had suspicions that he was keeping a mistress, but of course who would  have time for that. Subsequently, we children then came to a ‘norm’ where in our family.. work or study always comes first.

Family time can wait. The holiday trips can wait. The dinner can wait. Both parents do not have to attend the prize giving ceremony, the end of year concert, the finals of my story telling competition. We accepted that Work is important and being 2nd was normal. We had no grudges at the time knowing that.

We didn’t see Dad The Workaholic as a sin. We see it as a need for our sustenance. For our future. Inevitably, I too then became a workaholic which was a ‘good thing’ I guess since my chosen line of work was being a doctor in Malaysia. Often, Id work till late, skipping meals, taking short hot showers, staying overnight in the hospital despite not being oncall because I was too tired postcall to actually drive myself back home.

I didn’t feel there was anything wrong with my life. After all, I felt it was part of the job. That is until I met Mr Husband & his close-knitted family. Not to say we were not close in our family but we had inhibitions and tend to choose the topic to ‘discuss’ with the family. Spontaneity and public displays of affection was rare. It happens once in a while but at times it appears awkward.

Mr Husband talked about everything to his family. He confided everything to his parents. He would make time to attend a family function if he can help it. I would usually just say ‘Im working’ or ‘I have lectures that day’.

And now that I’m married with a kid, I have to make a conscious decision every time to put my family first. Because that is what I now want having discovered the beauty of family support. I intend to also extend the same gesture to my own family. Although I have to ‘make appointments’ before coming back to visit my folks.. at least we are heading somewhere to bridge the old gaps. Its different with Mr Husband where he could just barge into his parents house at any time of the day and they’d think its normal. If I were to do that, my parents would question, ” you should have called.. I’ll make you a pie”. Ha ha. On a different note,perhaps they were trying to make a lasting impression during that visit.

Im still a workaholic passionate & dedicated person to my job. But I’ve learnt that Family still comes first. I still wish that my dad would reconsider his ambition to work beyond 60. Ha ha.. Happy Fathers Day Daddy. I’ll see you next week.