There are pros and cons on sharing a birth date with my Dad. The pro is – nobody dares to forget your birthday. If anyone in the family forgets my birthday, it would equal forgetting Papa’s birthday. The con – this year my Dad celebrates his Platinum 75th birthday in grand style and completely forgets about my 27th birthday. Uurrgghh!
I am an only child. But my family is huge. If you are close to me, you'll know the whole story about my dysfunctional family. If you don't - let's not go there! So, ehem ehem - less talk, enjoy the pictures!
Papa celebrated his 75th birthday by inviting nearly the whole of Ipoh. I am not kidding.
The theme of the night. Malam Bertaut Kasih. Sounds like something that just came out of Cerekerama. *grin* This is the paperbag. The door gift is a mug with my Dad's picture on it. Now... why would anyone want to drink out of a mug and be reminded of my Dad? Hmmm..
Everyone working for the event had T-shirts made for them. Even all my siblings had to don this in the morning before the event. Even Aiden had one made for him, but it was a tad too big.Papa's whole life story in pictures. The array of pictures greets all attendees as they walk through the ballroom doors.
The beautiful stage!
Us with my sister Awien and her fiance'. Notice that I permed my hair? Woohoo... but of course, that night's hair was salon styled with probably half a can of hair spray.
This boy isn't Aiden. This is Danish. Khai and Rosma's adorable pipi labuh sweetie. While his parents performed, he would sit quietly in anyone's arms. I think he is used to it! Unfortunately, no pictures of his parents performing though.
The theme was Platinum grey. In the middle, is my 75 year old Papa.
Hubby looks a bit short cos I was wearing 3 inch heels.
This is my sister. We sort of share the same name ;)
Papa cutting the cake. Unfortunately, you cannot see him. Hubby la nie, angle tak cantik! Iskh...