Not Fun Anymore

Did you know that undies cost a bomb??

I didn’t know until I went shopping for them just now… bloody hell, even though I wasn’t the one paying for it……it was still painful. The only consolation was that I only need four sets of them like every one and a half years. Bet you didn’t need to know that..heheh…

So, I think you’ve guessed by now that my undies had been bought by my mom all along. I think she’s quite amazing to figure out my size even though I wasn’t there to try them out. It was embarrassing though, when the salesgirl asked me for my size and I can only mutter ‘errr…..hold on, I have to ask….err…my mom….’. *wince*

So it’s a new year.

So I have new undies now.

And I know my size now.

But it wouldn’t be long until I forget it and had to repeat the scene above.

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Oh well, moving on.

I have something to rant about actually. But this is just not the time. I will have to observe this particular person more intently before coming to a long overdue but well-researched rant-piece. At this point, I can only tell you that he’s one of those who always say ‘No problem, I can hentam my own race. I see their faults and I’m not afraid to voice it out!’.

Sure thing, darling. It’s only admirable when you have actually the right place and time and not to mention the right issue and points of argument to proceed with. Don’t just bark like a mad dog, it’s futile and will only make yourself look bad.

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Anyways…..

I hope that this year, 2007, I will better myself. In aspects that only I know. If I ever screw up,  you’ll get to read it here.

Happy New Year, you!!