We were at a vegetarian restaurant today for dinner, since Kao Ong Ea's thingy is running for nine days n DEVOTED Chinese-Chinese like me [thumps chest with fist] see to it that our rich Chinese traditions are being upheld. No i did not live by Vege for nine fricking days, yes this is only my first, and yes it is a torture walking thru Giant, this cannot eat, that cannot eat. For cryin out loud, not even Yakult??! Oh, the Tempations of the forbidden fruit/s, a walk in the local hypermarkets has nvr been this agonizing before.
Nvrtheless, food at Zhai Min was so good, but dinner was uneasy, like all our legendary family reunions tend to be. Why? Coz of control freak #1, control freak #2 and control freak#3. Pretty explosive. Since Kev's the one with SPM looming all over his head, he pretty much bear the brunt of our family's well-intended advocations, which was very good news for me. Surprisingly, later, when attention switched to poor Vince (I was unconceivably lucky today), he turned out to be.. well I wouldn't say great, but yeah, decent conversationalist.
So Victor, my tiny puny Elton John-lookalike but way cuter cousin, started poking Kev's apple, amazed at the "bone big boys have". I couldn't help it. Soon I was driving my finger against Kev's throat too and he's like, stoppit it's damn ticklish.
"But I do1na stop. I dun have it. I dunno how it feels."
"Wait til I start touching sth I dun have and you know how I feel."
Right.
So there u go J, I've kept my part of the deal. Your turn to blog.