My relationship with Milo goes back a long way, as is probably the case with every Singaporean. It seems like we all drank Milo at some point as a child, whether it was introduced by parents, grandparents or teachers. Remember the Milo van? It was always the highlight of every sports meet and I remember queueing up for many refills. For that, I blame those tiny paper cups – it’s like they were trying to make us come back for more.
It’s pretty much the one drink that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, especially on cold rainy afternoons. Sure, I mean, a hot chocolate is great and all, but it ain’t no Milo, that’s for sure.
I should probably also tell you that I make the most badass Milo Dinosaur you will ever taste, which involves precise measurements of different types of milk and enough Milo powder to give you a sugar OD. My dad used to only drink the Milo that I made and I would concoct mugs of my secret recipe Milo to store in the fridge at night. Only to find them mysteriously gone in the morning (Sarah, I’m looking at you).
When I was too busy to make my own Milo in NTU, my folks would buy me cartons of canned Milo to store in the fridge so I could just grab and go as I scrambled to make it to class on time. The husband came across my stash as he was raiding my fridge one day and he was all “eh, your father owns a Milo store is it?” True story.
At one point, it was the only beverage I drank with all my meals. We’d be out for dinner at the hawker centre and I’d do my most gung ho kopi aunty impression like “aunty, tak kiu peng gao” (which translates to iced Milo, extra thick). We go to mackers and I’d be all “McSpicy meal, change my drink to iced Milo, please.” We go for roti prata and and I’ll go “boss, Milo dinosaur satu.”
Until I began to feel the effects in my behind and had to switch some out to green tea instead.
If you’re a Milo fan, check out this video done by a couple of NTU students. A tad melodramatic but it’s a very impressive effort. I say this because back when I was doing my film module in NTU, our work was significantly um, less polished. We shot a 30-second horror flick where I was brutally murdered and my friend Chee Kong knocked my head against the door frame (twice) as he carried my dead body to a creepy grass patch lit by candles. I’m fairly certain that the footage has since self-destructed due to its appalling production quality but if I ever do find it, it’s going up on the blog.
Anyhow, this one is much better.
When you’re done, head on over to their Facebook page to read all the other Milo stories. Some of them are really good.