Shop 13 Central Brunswick
335-421 Brunswick St
Piazza (some kind of coffee flavour) and some Italian biccies flavour
Can't remember what they taste like orz.........
I am more interested in the Grill'd burger joint next door.............Must try next time.
While waiting for Big King to finish running errands in the City, I brought Princess to James St Market to look see.
She nagged and pulled me towards Quench (juice and gelato bar) while I was browsing in Spoon Deli and seriously checking out Lick's dark chocolate couverture ice-cream.
She insisted on feeding herself.
And I had a hard time wiping after her.
White choc nutella and peanut butter choco chip
We prefer the white choc nutella. The choco chip tasted funny like emulsified oil, eeeeeeeeee........
*******(Fiction, I am Miss story-writing wannabe)
M never object to children having ice-cream.
Once upon a time, D had this cough for a long time.
Her mum asked the brother why she kept coughing and never get better. Aiya, deity meh, everything also know?
During the day, D must have her daily ice-cream dose after lunch.
At night, she was given cold watermelon for fruit.
M kepoh and told D she should stop eating cold watermelon and have the apple instead.
Dang dang dang dang, D's grandfather straighaway gave M a stern look and said in a raised voice, 'D will (emphasise) have whatever she want, never you mind.'
D's mother came and said nevermindlah kid mah, they want, give lor. And told D next day she cannot have ice-cream and reminded the parents not to give.
M was only concern mah, cheh.
Next day, after lunch, D asked for ice-cream again. M kepoh kepoh again and asked if she remembered what her mum said the previous night. (Will M ever stop meddling into other people's business tsk tsk tsk)
D sulked (and put up a pretended-to-cry face) and went to tell the grandfather.
So young and old, barged back in the kitchen, retrieved the ice-cream and bang the fridge door.
The old said, 'I say D can (high pitch) have her ice-cream. One ice-cream will not do any harm.'
Later that night, D's mum asked if she had taken ice-cream during the day.
Young and old, silence, didn't dare to tell.
M diam diam (no more kepoh kepoh-ing).
Both young and old finally lied and said no.
*******(Not related to above story)
You think I had only one opposition force to deal with?
Acceptance is a virtue?
Patience is a virtue?
Silence is a virtue?
Suffering in silence is a greater virtue?