uncle, one teh bing (iced milk tea)!
i am amused by my choice of beverage these days. when i consider what drink should go with my meal, ‘teh bing’ springs immediately into mind. whether i am having claypot something or something and chips, they have got to be washed down by a cup of smooth, iced milk tea. i can’t remember the last time i had a coke or a pepsi, or even lemon tea for that matter. the walk towards the drink stall has the trigger effect of making me say ‘uncle, one teh bing!’. i wonder why.
over a meal with weili and amos just now, we tried to make sense of this. we concluded that the ‘uncles’ in us are surfacing, like swift and sour demons. we are becoming ‘unclefied’ by a strange and mysterious force, the same one that makes us disregard the copious amount of sugar in a cup of ‘teh bing’ (yeah, pick your poison – slow). the next level of regression will see us ordering ‘teh’ without the ‘bing’ (ice). i attribute this to the increased level of cynicism attained as one ages. when the world seems cold and bleak outside, you’ve got to get warm and fuzzy inside.
i know it’s a matter of time before i have to stop calling the drink stall uncle ‘uncle’ because i will be an ‘uncle’ myself. maybe i am already one. *gasps*
then it’ll just be ‘one teh’.
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