My son’s whole-school photo. This isn’t racist, just a fact: this thing is harder to crack than Where’s Wally. I still haven’t found Rufus and I’ve had this thing for six weeks now. I just do a little bit every night with a magnifying glass.
In the queue for the toilets at Royal Plaza, Wanchai. Are they leggings? Are they jeggings? No, they’re just regular old 15-denier beige stockings. Visible Panty Line: kind of fine. Visible Gusset? TOTALLY NOT FINE!
Stuck on the window of the shittiest Toyota van:
(“I love to have fun. I love my family and friends. I love this beautiful planet earth. The reason why I choose this car is because it will totally satisfy my requirements for outdoor living. Well…tomorrow, where shall we go?”)