A new farderday era

This year, without my father around, and me being overly attached to the local church and overly commited to church chores and services, decided to spend the weekend here with my own family, and wife's extended family, to celebrate our extended father's day here in Kuala Lumpur

There's still so many things i wished to share with my dad, but he's not here to listen and respond to me anymore. He was a wiseman and often he can offer inspiring solution to the challenges I'm facing. I've been celebrating father's day together with him for the past 40 over years and i wish to bring the same family tradition to my own son, to be there for him, just like my dad be there with me.

Anyway, lets tome travel to friday night when i took an hour early off from the office, so i can go home and fetch the big kid and send her to the church camp. Traffic in Kuala Kumpur isn't that friendly as we Malaysian always is. Whilst we ditch the small boy at the granny's house, 3 of us off to the journey of thousands swear words, traffic to downtown Kuala Lumpur.

After unloading the girl, finally me and the missus have a chance to set ourselves at one of the oldest claypot chicken rice at downtown Kuala Lumpur. This is one of the best probably the entire world, if not the entire country. Best part of it being, the size and the price. A pot of this will only cost around 28 ringgit, that can easoly feed 3 adults. Thats like 2 USD for a person kinda deal. You will have to use your imagination how me and the micro size home minister managed to finish the bowl of chicken rice.

Fast forward to Saturday morning, i had to change my weekend workout routine. The night before was not only a blast, but a total disaster for the both of us. Food was nice and we didnt intend to waste it at all, so we force every drop of rice down our throat. It was too damn full, and the both of us cant have a good night sleep. We literally kicking each others off the bed and struggling to sleep before our stomach enzyme burping through the nassel. In the morning i decided to take a slow walk at the gate comnunity residential area. One thing is, the residential area has a wider walk path and i can see different scene, rather than my usual routine circling the same lake over and over again that may induce vomit. Another reason being, bigger area meaning chances of having someone tailing me is lower, with the amount of toxic gas I'm carrying behind my butt door, choose to workout at a bigger open area can reduce the rate of killing someone with overnight claypot protein farts.

Since the missus went out for her errands, instruction from her was to pick up the boy from weekend extra class. This kid is transitioning towards teenage year, all the symptoms already showing nowadays. No to every request, whatever to every opinion asked, silent treatment for everything parents wishes them to do. I'm not sure if your kids have this kinda problem, but i do know i was exactly that when i was around thag age.

Fortunately, some part of the cuteness of this boy still remain, which is the love of Subway sandwiches. There was a time i was totally addicted to Subway, like having Subway breakfast sandwich every morning straight for couple of months. May be he was too young back then, but i guess that's how we blueprint young children, planting Subway sandwich into their young minds. I love how much he love the sandwich just like i do. If there's anything i wanna comment us like father like son, this will be it.

A new project began, assembling an old dated machine, putting back the 4:3 monitor, Windows 7, and then started showing the kids what Half Life looks like, they're impressed for such hardware and even games that is older than their entire life. Trust me, they took the DVD, and reinstalled it in my other computer which has a full size wide screen, and guess what? Dad, why do Gordon grown fat on this computer? Well, that's one reason why would i keep that 3:4 screen.

Dinner at the My Burger Lab after church, was awful. We usually like to hangout at this burger restaurant for one and only one dish, The Chuck Norris. So happen the other day they ran out of ingredients and they got me something like this. Not exactly sure if its Jet Lin or Arnold, i wished i have my money back.

We went to a local art exhibition because we need to fetch the teenage rock star dotter from church camp. We choose to be there earlier to avoid Kuala Lumpur heavy traffic, therefore we got some extra time to spare at the mall. Here, without further a due, I'll let the less professional camera phone recording take you to the fancy apocalyptic world of Eddie Putera.

Here's what i pluck from his blog:

As much as people wanting to describe me as a professional photographer due to the fact that I pretty much earn my living taking photos, I’d rather regard myself as a person who express himself visually through the images he created. I live in Kuala Lumpur by the way, the capital city of Malaysia. And for now, I am lost for words to describe more about me, am not really good at talking about myself actually. Let my pictures tell my stories, enjoy the blog and do recommend me to your friends for photo commissions. I appreciate it that much. Have a nice day people.

Source from Eddie's blog

Anyway, the rock star finally discharged from church camp, and joined us at the convenient shop whilst waiting for home minister to attend a mass at the church. We're having a small party on a father's day special. We're whacking chips, drinking unhealthy stuff where no wife would allow their husband and kids do on a special occasion like this 😌

Well, here's the camp site, right at the middle of downtown Kuala Lumpur. Now that you see the contrast of having a modern building silhouette behind the old church, it become obvious how time flies.

We settled our dinner at the Brewhouse, one of the local famous gastro bar... Boy got his pizza, but he didnt finish it. I did the last few slices and i can tell its dry and tasteless. For that price, i can have 2 Pizza Hut pizza, and tasted even better at the Pizza Hut.

Rock star got herself a macaroni burger. Not sure how thay recipe came along, it was too starchy and she technically eat only a third of the burger, and i chaw down the rest of them for the sake of cleaning up.

My dinner wasn't so bad, its a breakfast. Not sure aboht you, i like breakfast, anytime of the day. I don't need to think, and i know what to expect.

Despite the overwhelming dinner we had, we simply can let go of this opportunity, to grab some good deal of buy 1 get 1 free from the Starbucks next door.

Now tell me, the excessive amount of calories and unnecessary spending, who is the ultimate winner of commercial celebrations? Many would say, its bad idea to keep celebrating and fuel these overrated commercial occassion. Why cant we celebrate it every other day? Well, ideally yes. We should live everyday like its end of the world, but still these kinda celebration already become a tradition, just like any others. Without these standout, over eating, over spending special occassion, aint life be too boring?