Despicable ways + My Ephy could be a prince + I ain't no hero

I was at the wake today to console Ephyon's grandmother. She was crying when she saw the sight of his grandson, I was just there being the err, girlfriend. She was nice to me but I was being really courteous and let the family unite and talk abit before Ephyon came back to talk to me.

Many of the visitors today were their church mates and a few relatives who came by to help as well. It was not as sombre as expected. If not I'd find it harder and awkward to talk to. However, many of them are old folks but I can find them very easygoing at times.

Many of them bade goodbye to her some time afterwards, promising to come at night for the sermon.

I continued to stay on in the house to chat with some of the Ephyon's relatives. There were telephone calls that came in but it wasn't surprising since I bet many wanted to talk to his grandmother.

At least not until they came to break the news.

"Someone got robbed outside the junction of our house!" she told us who were outside. That sent shivers down the spine for many.

"Yea, some motorcyclist and his young companion probably knew that there's a funeral process going on, and they just surveyed around. They saw the ladies walking and they just snatched the bag!" she said.

And they didn't just stopped at one bag, they actually went back to try and snatch the second lady's handbag, if it wasn't for her screams they would have got away with it. The lady was fine, but the visitors who stayed were scared.

Just then, my Ephyon spoke.

"Where are the security guards?"

-_-

(sign of a prince no.1, when trouble occurs, enquire about security)

"They normally will come to patrol at 7p.m" one man replied.

But I find that behaviour despicable. Those snatch thieves knew that there was a funeral going on, and that there will be many of those visitors in sombre moods coming, and they took this advantage to rob people. What a dishonour towards the dead.

I think that so-called morality is not in those youngsters to do such a thing especially when most of them were grieving (hear me? Y.O.U.N.G.S.T.E.R.S who just snatched poor old women's handbags. I thought all of them are browsing shopping malls sipping coffee?)

Ephyon replied "Well I hope my grandpa will haunt them" -_-

Those visitors immediately went and say "those young [insert your race of choice] have no respect, and they are getting even worst!"

Anyways, after that, those visitors who went back asked for Ephyon to be a bodyguard because he was big, burly, hairy and was menacing, epecially since he was wearing The Joker's T-shirt that says "Lets put a SMILE on that face!".

But I suspect he could be a prince. He wouldn't flinch even when you throw at him the most ridiculous price ever.

But he flinched when he told me the whole funeral will cost [insert number that you like]

"Omg! [insert number that you like]???" was his reaction.

Of course, he didn't flinch when he said his grandmother planned to sell the house at [insert number that you like]. It was quite a hell of a sum for me though. I flinched.

(sign of a prince no.2, does not flinch when a big price tag was put, no matter how appropriate it was)

But I could agree that his maternal grandparents were the last of their kind. For starters, they do not know Mandarin nor did they come from China like my maternal grandparents. They spoke English. They were investors, and very clever ones at that. I would call them ex tycoons because err, you know those old Hong Kong tv series whereby you don't hire Indonesian or Filipino maids but real Chinese servants? That you called them by "Mei Che" or "Fa Che"?

Yup, they had a real Chinese speaking real life servicewoman (calling her a servant would be an insult because I happen to like her) who had been serving the family even before Ephyon was born. And I happen to like talking to her because she have a lot of those stories that servicewomen knows but the owners don't.

Maybe its the hierarchy method they taught us in Journalism, start from the lowest ranking ones like security guards. That is why I could talk to these commoners more. But I'm not saying that Ephyon's grandmother is hard to please. In fact, she really liked me, at least that's according to Ephyon and he doesn't lie.

(sign of a prince no.3, they don't lie)

I'm not sure why am I blogging about this. I was probably angry with the fact that the snatch thieves, and yet was also amazed with extent of wealth my boyfriend's maternal family has. He didn't flinch, so probably deep down he have a prince's genes. Lalalala.

Either that he's a prince, or I'm the pauper. Huhu.

On a sidenote, I told my mom how amazed I was at those wealth, and she just laughed it off. Being a mom who worked for the past 30 years, here's what she has to say.

From a General Manager that manages the whole company, earning monthly five digits, she's now an Assistant manager of another company who now earns just enough to go by for her three children, she said "What is the difference between being rich and being average? If your attitude stinks, the amount of wealth will never change it. I've been at my prime, and my lows, but I still stay the same."

And she said she used to be jealous about the nice houses that her friends have but in the end she thought "Can I stay in this house if I want to?".

In the end, this house I call home is the best. It was so good that even Ephyon said it's very homey, despite the amount of clutter we have inside.

I'm proud of my tiny cottage.

And again I wonder, why is it with a few comments, I'm classified as a hero? Some people might think heroes are fairly good titles, but I don't know. I guess being observant is insulting to some. Because all they could see was defense. Heroes defend, not point out.

I never denied that my generation had luxuries but oh well, they could think as they like. Maybe it was a precautionary warning that when we step out the economy will collapse or some shit like that. But oh how do I say this, I trust my generation not to do so?

Of course, I do hate it when I'm classified as a leader or hero. I merely am abit more aware than the rest of the others and I'm supposed to represent? Who'd be so noble?

I'm still agitated that I'm called a "hero". Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck off. I HATE THE WORD "HERO"!!!!!

I'm not a hero, I'm a FIGHTER! *DUN DUN DUN*

*regains composure*

Oh well, my boyfriend said everything mentioned on that blog was getting out of hand anyway. Don't care. Study Moral!

Ciao! and stop calling me a hero!