Random Memories 8

- There was a time where under my father's orders, I had to make tea for everyone in the evening, every single day. At about the age of 9 or so, when we came to SL, I once made tea for everyone. There were some people from my dad's hometown as well. For some reason, the tea didn't turn out great and everyone complained and broke my heart saying it was bad... except my dad, who loved a good cup of plain tea and somehow managed to gulp the entire cup I gave him and never said anything. He's the only one who managed to finish it though it tasted really really bad.

- The first time I tried to make coconut sambol, I wasn't sure of what spices to use. My brother and I got innovative (since mum wasn't at home either) and used just about all the spices we could find. We were pretty young at that time.... and it came out nice I must say. When my mum tried it, she said it was ok... and when she heard about all the spices that went it, she nearly choked laughing.

- When I was young, I was supposed to have been one helluva chatterbox and had a thing for white men & air hosts. My mum used to say that it was a nightmare when we use to fly down to SL for holidays coz from the age of 2 or 3 onwards, I apparently had a way of wondering around in the plane and finding my way to strange white men and start jabbering in English. Whatever English I knew that is. One guy had been so impressed and had liked me so much that he had taken photos of me with air hosts and all and had taken our postal address and actually sent them!

- Somewhere around the age of 7ish maybe, I had been in the car with my family and a few family friends when I read the sign "To let" with a number and this was hanging from a building balcony. I had loudly asked my mum why people put up phone numbers of toilets like that. Everyone laughed so much and later my mum explained that it was 'to let' and also explained what it meant. I wanted to die at that moment for not reading it properly.

- At one point, I made a huge protest at home and cried coz I didn't like my name and wanted to change it to an English name. My parents laughed and asked me what my pick was and that I would have to wait till I'm 18 to do that. I can't remember what I picked and I would've been about 8 yrs old at that time.

- The first time I obtained sil was with my grandmother and brother. It was a nice experience. I was schooling at that time and I still remember my brother kept having trouble with his sweet white sarong that I had to fix it for him on countless occassions. I've only obtained sil about 3 or 4 times in my life, which is kinda sad... but atleast there's a start. Now it's a matter of continuing it somehow.

- When my brother was about 2-3 yrs in age, he always wanted what I had. So whenever I had pigtails or a funny looking fountain tail on top, he wanted one too. So my mum would somehow manage to tie a bit of his hair and there are a few photographs where the two of us are with fountain looking hair tied on our heads.