so i think this's why the learn-how-to-drive kick's back on the front burners. and, of course, i realized this possibility during weekly lunch with first uncle, first aunt-in-law, and this week's special: first cousin. could it happen anytime else?
Sunday, March 20
(possibly) why my parents insist on my learning how to drive
it's all to do with keeping up with the JonesesKhoos. at the last Khoo family wedding dinner, my third cousin's second son mentioned that he couldn't have more than a quarter of a glass of wine [wimp. this is what happens when your father isn't a Khoo, not only does he end up succesfully blackmailing and semi-destroying the family business, you also end up with sad drinking genes. or perhaps he was just playacting so that his mom can show off a son that can chauffeur her home. who can tell?] because he's driving after the dinner. cue fascinated remarks and inquiries from my mother.
so i think this's why the learn-how-to-drive kick's back on the front burners. and, of course, i realized this possibility during weekly lunch with first uncle, first aunt-in-law, and this week's special: first cousin. could it happen anytime else?
so i think this's why the learn-how-to-drive kick's back on the front burners. and, of course, i realized this possibility during weekly lunch with first uncle, first aunt-in-law, and this week's special: first cousin. could it happen anytime else?
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