September 2nd is Australia Father’s Day. MYER had sale going on for that weekend to lure shoppers to spend their dollars on the department store. Nothing extraordinary happened to me on that day. I just texted my Dad to wish him Happy Father’s Day (although it wasn’t Father’s Day in Indonesia). It wasn’t until two weeks later that me, Patrick, and Eddy got a little surprise from our so-called Moliu family. Each of us (father-to-be, although it’s a long way to go for me) got a custom-printed Tee and comical and cartoonish photos from them, mums-to-be.
Let me explain a little bit about my Moliu family. Moliu actually comes from Cantonese words, 无聊, which means have-nothing-better-to-do. Originally, the words are used to describe Fanny for her moliuness. Fanny has Mommy named Shirley, and Moyong (translation: useless) Daddy named Eddy. Eddy has two brothers:
And Moliu has a lot of step sisters whose background are vague. They’re
Anyways, I’d like to dedicate today entry to all members of my Moliu Family. You all have definitely spiced up my life a lot for the past many months. I can’t imagine my life here without you all. There would be no regular Karaoke sessions, no family roadtrip and ski trip, no dinners together, no movie paradise @ 813 Flinders Wharf, no Pictionary and Actionary games, no moliu moments, no potluck, no yumcha’s, no crazy photo sessions, and definitely no T-shirt for me.
Thanks Moliuers. Luv u guys-and-gals to death…