Queen of durians!

I had a fun filled weekend having durians.

Mmm.. King of fruits.. my favourite!

Speaking of durians, I have a story to share with everyone of why I'm related to this fruit. This relation is neither scientific or theorized.

Here goes.

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Long, long ago, far, far away, in an Island called Penang, there lived a middle aged couple with 2 sons. Their sons were nearly teenagers then. They still felt something amiss in their lives, even though they lived in a big house, had stable careers, big cars and 2 sons.

(of course at this point you get where this story is going)

Why yes, they were missing a daughter.

So this couple tried and tried for several years to get pregnant. You can of course see that they have failed miserably or there wouldn't be a chance to tell a story like this.

After about 8 years of failure, they finally got pregnant.
The parents were finally relieved that they were going to have another child. However, the doctor refused to tell them the sex of the child during the normal routine check ups.

The daddy some how, within his own gut instincts, started writing girly names over flower pots, cupboards and anywhere he can get his permanent marker ink on. He was so sure he was getting a girl, however, it could only be proved when the child was born.

Mummy of course started buying pink baby clothes.

They never realised how much money they would waste if the child actually turned out to be a boy. Or how many flower pots and cupboards they needed to throw out because permanent marker ink could not be erased.

Thank goodness, the baby was a girl (DUHHHHHHHHHHHH).

The parents were overjoyed, the brothers, less, but nevertheless happy as there was someone else they could torture and also take the blame for when something is broken.

The daddy treasured the baby girl like GOLD.

He would carry her around with his arms flat out as if he was carrying, well, a very very precious baby.

No one was allowed to touch or carry this baby because he was afraid that people would accidently hurt her.

Or dirty her with their dirt filled fingers.

Because Daddy's family owned a petrol station, he would never let anyone of them carry her. She was too precious to him.

Daddy's mother made a comment that the baby was like a durian, hard to come by, too prickly to touch, King of all fruits, and so good to eat.

Hence the name 'Liu Lian' stuck on.

So here I am,
as obnoxious as ever,
because Daddy spoils me too much.

:)

Have a happy durian season!!!!!!