Just like old times
Been a long time since our last extended family outing. Dinner last night, and then a trip to Mustafa Shopping Centre tonight showed that nothing much had changed.
My uncle came up with a new health dessert, which was surprisingly good. Avocado and wheat grass juice beaten together, topped with strawberries and coconut milk. I know, it sounds like horrible green goo, but it wasn't. It was quite yummy green goo -- although I'm not sure it qualifies as a dessert. I'm not sure anything healthy should be classified as dessert.
We found out the real reason for last night's gathering, which was to celebrate my other uncle's birthday. We also found out that two of my aunts had their birthdays in December too, so we sang the birthday song three times.
Everyone continued to fawn over Baby Ben, in whose laughter resounded such a beautiful innocence. The birth of Baby Ben has forever changed the mood of these once-dreaded gatherings.
The TV set in our living room finally gave way, so we decided to make our way down to Mustafa Shopping Centre to get a new one.
"The widest variety!" exclaimed my dad, the shopping-enthusiast. "Can shop two hours for a TV set..."
I don't know why he said it like it was a good thing. Our aunties got wind of it, and decided they had to buy things from Mustafa too, so we picked them up along the way.
Navigating the streets were tricky; it was as though all of the jaywalkers in the country had decided to congregate in the area. We had to drive at snail's pace, what with the absence of sunlight, and cars and pedestrians dashing out from every corner. At one junction, as I stopped to let the pedestrians cross (illegally), my brother burst out laughing. We had our first telepathic exchange, when we blurted out at the same time: "The Amazing Race!"
As irony would have it, our shopping trip ended with both aunties, shopping bags in tow, and us, with no TV set. You really don't want to know.
On our way home, we quarrelled about where to go for supper, about which route to take, and about what food to eat. In other words, it was just like old times.
My uncle came up with a new health dessert, which was surprisingly good. Avocado and wheat grass juice beaten together, topped with strawberries and coconut milk. I know, it sounds like horrible green goo, but it wasn't. It was quite yummy green goo -- although I'm not sure it qualifies as a dessert. I'm not sure anything healthy should be classified as dessert.
We found out the real reason for last night's gathering, which was to celebrate my other uncle's birthday. We also found out that two of my aunts had their birthdays in December too, so we sang the birthday song three times.
Everyone continued to fawn over Baby Ben, in whose laughter resounded such a beautiful innocence. The birth of Baby Ben has forever changed the mood of these once-dreaded gatherings.
The TV set in our living room finally gave way, so we decided to make our way down to Mustafa Shopping Centre to get a new one.
"The widest variety!" exclaimed my dad, the shopping-enthusiast. "Can shop two hours for a TV set..."
I don't know why he said it like it was a good thing. Our aunties got wind of it, and decided they had to buy things from Mustafa too, so we picked them up along the way.
Navigating the streets were tricky; it was as though all of the jaywalkers in the country had decided to congregate in the area. We had to drive at snail's pace, what with the absence of sunlight, and cars and pedestrians dashing out from every corner. At one junction, as I stopped to let the pedestrians cross (illegally), my brother burst out laughing. We had our first telepathic exchange, when we blurted out at the same time: "The Amazing Race!"
As irony would have it, our shopping trip ended with both aunties, shopping bags in tow, and us, with no TV set. You really don't want to know.
On our way home, we quarrelled about where to go for supper, about which route to take, and about what food to eat. In other words, it was just like old times.
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