Working Class Heroes

The spoiled brat that shops and sleeps and wastes time like crazy, that is me.

The brat that leaves work till the eleventh hour (god, i am even past that), is me as well!

But the little brat in us loves a long weekend… when we can laze about all we want and forget about absolutely anything meaningful at all. Like our grey matter just turned pink. with joy, and confetti!!! I love weekends.

and now, we all mourn. sigh.

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Anyway, part of my joy came from a long shopping trip with my mum. I bought her a pair of great working shoes that she loved at first sight. That has definitely solved my mother’s day question of :”what to buy??!” Mothers make good shopping partners, esp when its someone like my mum. On the way home, I did something very irritating to my 7 year old cousin, Celeste. I sent her this:

Recipient: Celeste

Subject: Your Boyfriend.

Hahahaha. She wasn’t amused! She was quite mad actually ahahhaa. Because the night before when she came by my place, I switched her handphone wallpaper. It was initially some cute kittens. That was before I changed it to a black and white picture of a random woman on Lianhe Wanbao. When she opened her clamshell phone, she jumped in shock! She told us she thought her phone was haunted. AHHAHAHHAHA. My mum , auntie and me laughed till we had stitches man…

This post has its origins from my dinner with Candy and Dorothy. As usual I was telling them about all the dumb things that I have encountered and they remarked: Why do you always encounter things like that?! I bet all of you who have known me for a while are asking that question too.

My answer is,  it might just be the butterfly effect or the law of attraction or just that nature has its freaky ways! I am not a person with typical logic, therefore this transpires in all my interaction with the world and ultimately it shapes your life, and mine is currently in the shape named “bizarre”.

Let me show you a picture of myself:

This is me last week at my brother’s Passing Out Parade with his girlfriend. I do think I look like a normal youth (i insist! haha) but you really should take a look at this:

Found me already? If not, let me direct you:

And you were wondering why there is the crazy in me.

BUT, I do think those genes come from somewhere. Here, may I present, the Original crazy:

The Original: My mum. That smirk is worth a million bucks.

Her classic statements involve:

1. “You know you are in trouble if your bum is bigger than your boyfriend’s” (???)

2. “Diarrhoea makes people skinny, it’s great.”

3. When watching a horror movie: “If i’m the protagonist, I will never go to a haunted house with less than 50 people and a priest.” (haha.)

and many more. I must say I love her for all this quoteworthy stuff. It’s sorta like brain food. like…garbage fast food.

And the woman who gave me that crazy haircut is her younger sister, my dear Auntie Charlotte. She is on the extreme left of this family photo.

Eighties Crazy. My auntie in red looks really pissd. and everyone is looking everywhere.

Her daughter, which is my cousin Celeste, taken just last week:

Doing the crazy and rocking the same hairstyle I had. My auntie sure loves that style.

After the casual introduction to some of my family members (if I told you about everyone, I’ll have to write till tomorrow), you’d probably know why my life is a stand up comedy in the making! if the opportunity arises, I’ll introduce my Granny, she is definitely a rock star in her own right. Haha.