this year, aunty diana turns 60.
aunty diana is my aunty, who moved to australia.
she married bryan baker, and has a daughter called li an.
so we attended her birthday lunch today.
i took 197 with grandpa, and we dropped off 1 stop earlier.
we had jumbo seafood at river walk.
so, its a normal chinese lunch!
upon reaching, i saw my relatives, and i saw them wearing a sticker with their names on it.
“how come you all have name tags?” i asked, thinking it was weird to wear name tags in a chinese restaurant.
“OH! YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO GO IN TILL YOU HAVE A NAME TAG!”
exclaimed one of my aunts.
alright, that’s.. kinds weird.
ITS ONLY A CHINESE LUNCH!
and then out popped out uncle bryan.
“hello charmaine!” and he gave ma a kiss on the cheek (see what i mean that i’m okay with it, depending on person?)
and he cheerfully handed me my name tag, so sweet!
so i went in and greeted my relatives.
i was told by grandpa there were 2 tables. 1 for the aussies, and one for us.
apprantly, the aussies came to singapore to celebrate aunty diana’s birthday!
and uh aunty diana came to singapore do uh, celebrate her birthday…
alright MOVING ONNN…
i went into the room.
WOAH IT WAS BEAUTIFUL.
pretty ballons hanging EVERYWHERE from the ceiling, lovely streamers..
couldn’t resist another shot, sorry.
uncle bryan said “hello everyone.. to make this different, i do not want to see two chinese people or two westerners sitting beside each other”
i did not have anyone to accompany me.
it was dad, grandpa and i for our family.
but no choice!
then aunty diana introduced me to 2 ladies, 1, a pharmacist, the other a policewoman.
they are her neices, making them my cousins.
(woah i have aussie cousins i never knew of)
so i plonked myself down, i sat beside the pharmacist. her name’s janna.
shortly after, a man, called john sat beside me.
he’s uncle bryan’s brother..
and he drives a 200 tonne truck, which carries explosives.
he was really cool, and he was telling me about sydney, and how dangerous it is in other parts.. he asked if i’ve visited foster before, i said no. turns out i did when i was young. hoho.
and i began snapping away.
and then i went to find my grand aunt for a photo.
li ann and i.
k the last time i’ve seen her was eons ago, when i was in australia.
i asked for a photo with aunty anna but she was saying she doesnt want to stand beside me cos i’m too small so she got him to take a photo with us. haha!
oh, she’s an ex-lawyer too. retired long ago. and she’s the one with coco the dog, and the one who has moved to penang.
black forest cake from ritz-carlton, 3kg.
uncle john and i.
the reason why the position looks weird..
is cos.. i said i was damn short and he told me he would bend down a lot just to make me taller.
k obviously didn’t work that well, he’s about 180? or something?
and after that, there was a surprise!
li an put together a presentation for her mum, so cool.
it was a photo montage.
and everyone was clapping away..
me too, i dno it felt so so nice and fun to be around all of them.
i guess gatherings are fun.
uncle bryan giving a speech. so cool.
he gathered us all around and said stuff like well if we wanted chinese 1 table and such, it would be boring, no one would know each other and stuff..
and that how we learnt more about our family members.. lawyers, policewomen and such..
grandpa and aunty diana.
and then i left for school in aunty linda’s car.
remember those balloons?
took a few (12) into the car.
pity about the rest though..
and uncle bryan told me they got a new house or something, where they can go crabbing near by!
CRABBING. HOW COOL IS THAT. CHILLI CRABS 24/7 CHEAP. THEN WHEN I’M IN SINGAPORE I WONT EAT THOSE EXPENSIVE WORTHLESS CRABS ANYMORE HAHA.
and he told me like now that i knew who my relatives were (yes, silly me.) i could just go to aussie when i wanted and there’ll be people waiting for me.
I CAN GO CRABBING.
okay, enough of this food thing.
happy 60th birthday!
this is such a long post hmm?
in a huge coconut-shell, i loved the food, but the company was definitely what made the trip down to clark quay worthwhile.