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I’m sure I’m not the only one who wonders how my parents met after (or even without) watching ‘How I Met Your Mother’.
I could ask “Where does the moon come from?” or “Who invented dust?” or “Where did I come from?” (answer: you burst out of a rock) and there would be an answer, but the answer to the question “How did you meet?” never managed to escape my tight-lipped parents.
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A decade ago: (yes, I still remember. No one sane forgets what their parents tell them about how they met.)
Me: How did you and daddy meet?
Mum: We were at the seaside.
Me: Together?
Mum: No, separately.
Me: Then how did you meet?
Mum: He kicked a stone at me. It hurt. He said sorry. We met.
Me: Really?
Mum: (silence)
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A few months ago:
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Me: Daddy, how did you and mummy meet?
Daddy: I was in university. She was teaching kindergarten kids.
Me: So how did you meet?
Daddy: She was teaching kindergarten kids.
Me: Mummy said something about the beach.
Daddy: She was teaching kindergarten kids.
Me: So she was teaching kindergarten kids at the beach?
Daddy: She was teaching kindergarten kids. (continued to ignore my question)
Me: (gave up and went to the more ‘reliable’ source)
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1 minute later…
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Me: Mummy, how did you and daddy meet?
Mummy: He was in university. I was working in a factory.
Me: (confused) But daddy said you were teaching kindergarten kids.
Mummy: No, I was working in a factory.
Me: Okay, didn’t you say you met at a beach?
Mummy: Huh? What beach?
Me: So how did you meet?
Mummy: Can’t remember.
Me: (walked away sadly from the ex-more ‘reliable’ source)
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I’m sure you’ve had had better luck than me. If you were wondering why I didn’t push harder, it was because they were looking away from me and seemed to be thinking about something else which I presume was not regarding how they met.
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Today, I spent 10 hours baking new year pastries… from scratch. Its my first time baking so many so I was kinda slow. Its amazing that when I’m doing something I really like, time goes by so quickly. Everything comes so easily. Like my hands automatically know what to do, where to go next, what action to perform. I wish I could say the same about my academics. I may or may not have watched 20 episodes of a Taiwanese TV programme at the same time (as baking).
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Here are the products! (Save for the 30+ that went into our tummies) Too bad some cracked. 😦
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More about these tomorrow! 😀
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Have you ever seen a mountain of food? Let today be the day.
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Nasi Lemak with (potato and ikan bilis),(sweet and sour fish),(weird bittergourd) with sambal.
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A few of everything! (not those on the plate, those are just the nicer ones for photo-taking)
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More tomorrow! Got to sleeeeep!
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