Wow! It's been a week! That's so crazy!
Ok before I start, the Gimme More video was shown on MTV and honestly, Britney? Is that the best you can do? I mean, looking back at her career, she really didn't have a great voice, did she? All she was good at was dancing and now it's gone. Seriously! The video was so weird and disturbing because at the beginning there were three women (one was Britney) and she was wearing a blonde wig and all three were watching stripper Britney in a black wig doing a strip act. Then I realised that it's supposed to be some lesbian stripclub or something. I bet it was all her idea!
I bet she was all like, "Hey, like, guys! I have an, like, idea! Why don't you guys bring your cameras to my workplace and let's just do a home video! Okays?!"
And so they did and they filmed her doing her day job and earning money at the same time. Throw in some visual effects that people use in those amateur video editing software and presto! A music video!
So Hari Raya wasn't so bad actually. Followed my parents everywhere they went, because we are living in a material world, and I am a material boy. Ok I just wanted to save some money for a rainy day, which will obviously never happen because I am just a bloody teenager.
So anyway, during the visits, I totally discovered some crazy stuff about me! Yes!
My parents never told me that my great-grandmother aka my dad's dad's mum is Chinese. I think she's Hokkien or something. Well, my aunt told me that. That's so weird. Then again, I didn't know my grandfather because I think he divorced with my grandmother and died before I was born.
Oh and my grandaunt said that my grandmother would've had 8 children, but 4 of them passed away when they were very young, ranging from 1 day to 7 years old. Wow! That's totally sad. Totally felt bad for my grandma.
Then my mother just happened to have a megaphone and decided to announce something really important. When she was pregnant with me, the gynae told her that it's a girl, so both my parents were excited because they already had two boys and they're already sick of penises. So when I was born, here's what roughly happened:
Note: I don't know the name of my gynae, so let's just call him McDreamy.
McDreamy: Oh! Push harder!
Me: Waah! Waah! Waah!
McDreamy: Awww! Look, Meredith! She looks so adorable! Hey, Meredith, so sorry I hooked up with you on the day before we realised that we were gonna be working together.
That fat black woman: Hey, you incompetent boob! Get back to work! You can make out with her during your lunch break!
Me: Waah!
McDreamy: Oh! It's a boy! So sorry about that! Doctors do make mistakes! Just ask Meredith!
My dear mother: DAMMIT!
Thanks for the inspirational story, mum! Maybe she should send the story to the Chicken Soup For The Pregnant Mother's Soul. And the whole time, my mother was saying this like as if it's an anecdote she tells everybody, including the nonya yang jual sayur kat pasar. I smiled nervously. But I'd bet that my parents grew fond of me as time went by, right? Right? Right?
Ok, I'm off! I'm so swamped.