Barbecue my ahem.
December 24, 2009
Salute my efforts at actually updating this blog, because I don’t think anybody’s coming to visit, and I don’t actually think I want people to… do I?
This is hereby a one-man convo.
Yes, we actually pulled off a Christmas barbecue today! I’m so proud of my family. Right now I’m exhausted, and I guess this’ll have to do for a post.
It wa a last minute decision, but I’m glad we had it. Aunt, Cuz and I went down to Jusco to get prawns, chicken wings, sparkling juice etc. The sparkling juice was delish. Uncle and the boys went to fetch the dog, or ‘chou gou’. Then Uncle went off for a talk while Aunt stayed to help us kids with the barbie.
Can’t really remember much (must be the sparkling juice.) but here’s some memorable moments:
We were all really REALLY cooperative. Seriously. This should go down in Guinness as the longest amount of sibling time spent together sans conflict.
We drank bright electric blue sparkling juice that said ‘Peach Flavored’ and actually tasted nice, though I’m not sure how much like peach, exactly.
There was not a single, busted chicken wing that had to go to the dog. All of them weren’t at all overroasted.
We kids all decided to do this every year, and we were thinking up crazy scenarios – think in ten years’ time? We were thinking we needed to bring our boyfriends/spouses. I’ll be 25, Qiao’ll be 24, Xi’ll be 22 and Kang’ll be 21. He’s too young to have a spouse.
We had a HUGE toast in the middle of the garden (did I mention my hard work paid off, it’s looking a marvelous shade of green.) at say 11pm? Qiao was too shy to join us, so I yelled my head off with the boys.
Yeah, that’s about it. I did try to persuade Aunt to take some pictures, but all our hands were full just managing the barbie. No picture post, I guess.
OH, I know this is random, but at the Hotel Puri we were at in Melaka, I saw Edmund Chen. Okay, I’m not the gossip type. That’s all I wanted to say. I don’t even like him anw. Okay, Wenxin, shuttup.
Hm. Did I mention, Hotel Puri has this hall called ‘Swallow Hall’? Yanzi Ting. There’s like dozens of swallows nesting there of their own accord in the ceilings, above the pictures they hang on the walls, and stuff like that. That building’s blessed.
I will get Carpal’s Tunnel if this goes on.
