Livin’ it up
“Xiaobao, do you know who I am?”
“Gugu.” Aunt, in Chinese.
“Did you miss gugu?”
“Yes.” She smiles and continues munching her breakfast.
Before I left for work, she gave me a kiss on my cheek. Woohoo!
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“I brought this for you.”
“Adrian Pang!” He was on the cover of 8 Days. “Why is he wearing stockings? He’s naked! But cannot see his abs leh.”
“He’s doing a satire of Fiona Xie’s cover.”
“Oh I see! He’s soooo funny! I so love the man. But aiyah, cannot see his abs.”
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“Where do you live?”
I answered him, then added, “But you don’t live nearby right? It’s okay, really, I just need a ride to a convenient MRT station.” He’s not a GAHB candidate, after all.
“It’s okay, why not I send you home. I can take the TPE after that. It’s a nice route home anyway. ”
So just like that, I got a free ride home, in a BMW Coupe convertible, with the top down. *check, item #81 on to-dos in a lifetime.* This sounds awful, for all the right and rational reasons, but guiltily, this is ranked somewhere up there with my one-ride Porshe experience in 2008.
GAHB candidates with snazzy cars, with immediate effect, get bumped up on the priority list.