I have always considered myself a fairly tolerant person.
Even as a baby, my mum said that I was easy to manage. I went to sleep when I was told to and I play when my mum said that it was time for me to get down and dirty in my diapers.
I was an easy baby, a telltale for a wild child in the making.
Needless to say, I was the only one in the family that is .... different.
My sister and brother is not the reading type. They read but along the lines of Doraemon comics and dreamy Malay novels.
I have always been into the heavy stuff. I picked up Oscar Wilde when I was 12, and before that... I devoured every single book I can get my hands on. Enid Blyton, Roald Dahl.
How did I know these authors? My mum is still trying to figure that out.
I was, so rebellious that I requested to be in a boarding school. I applied and I got it. My mum was against the idea but my dad said that its ok.
Boarding school was NEVER the most memorable time of my life. I was pudgy... although I kind of enjoyed the sense of solitary dignity that I garnered. I was a notorious tomboy, I was also withholding the fact that I had a boyfriend outside of the school. MCKK to be exact. Not even my 'best friends' in school knew about this.
Heck... My family didn't have a clue. So when the 'relationship' was over... I wasn't hounded with why and what happened questions.
So now that I am 31, although I no longer find clubbing enjoyable except for the dressing up part, my wild streak still lives on.
So one fine morning at Ikano's parking lot, Joyce did this :
She was actually mocking my shrinking boobies. Well... eversince I started working out, they have decreased significantly in size, leaving 'empty spaces on my chest' so to say.
She actually hesitated before taking this picture. I was like :
"When did you ever think twice about doing this? Come on, let's take the picture!"
So she put the parking ticket on my 'hollow' chest and snapped this shot.
Am I being obscene? With a parking card on my chest? I think it's hilarious. And I am all for making fun of myself at times. Life is already too serious with work and matters of the heart.... why make it more fucking humorless right... ;)