Wah, let me tell you ah — this story really sibeh drama until cannot. Got this girl, Cassandra Tan, born rich-rich type. Stay in big condo, father drive S-Class Mercedes, mother everyday go salon do hair until shine like disco ball. Cassandra herself since school days already like queen — LV bag, iPhone every year upgrade, talk like she princess. Always look down on us, say things like “You all never travel Europe before ah? So sad leh.”
We tahan her nonsense for years. She treat people like dirt but act like she holy saint to her dog. That dog, some designer breed, Toy Poodle mixed with dunno what Korean-sounding name. She call it Prince Louis — like royalty sia. She say that’s her “baby,” even got stroller, dog shoes, and massage oil. One time she tell me, “I rather spend money on Louis than waste on useless people.”
The peak of her madness? She book whole chalet for the dog’s first birthday. Invite got embossed gold lettering, say must RSVP for the paw-ty. When we go, wah, got balloon arch, dog cake, pet buffet, even a small pool for dogs to swim. She wear matching outfit with the dog, like some TikTok influencer. Her real mother sit one corner with walking stick — nobody care.
That same day, her mother fall at home, fracture wrist. You know what Cassandra do? She say, “Get the helper to bring her see doctor la, I busy with Louis’ big day.” Wah, we all jaw drop. Own mother in pain, she still dancing with her dog. Got live stream somemore, shout “Barkday kisses to mummy’s precious!”
But hor, life damn funny sometimes.
One month later, suddenly got Facebook post: Prince Louis passed away from heart failure. Wah, she cry until want die — IG story every hour, black and white photos, candle emoji, long essay say “You were my world.” Say want take MC one week to mourn. Even go make memorial plaque and custom urn.
I tell you, I couldn’t help it. I actually laugh. Not because I hate dogs, I love dogs. But this one? Karma faster than ERP charge. She ignore her own mother, treat friends like trash, then act like dog is Buddha reborn. Now dog die, she finally taste her own loneliness.
She message us say she very sad, ask us go “dog funeral.” I replied, “You got time to mourn, maybe next time can book chalet for your mum’s birthday also la.”
Silence. Never reply.
She unfriended me after that. No loss. At least now she got time to reflect. Or maybe go adopt another dog to fill the hole she dig for herself.