The Underwear Story

This is a funny story. To sum up the story basically the GF bought me a pair of underwear. BUT it came with something unwanted...

Have a look:

See that lil black thingy? Uh huh... that's the problem.

 

My twin was more than happy to help solve the problem...

  

The picture says it all...

After quite a few whacks with me screaming not to damage the underwear or the bricks in my courtyard...

It finally splits open!

(for once I'm actually glad that things are mainly Made In China these days...)

Just a small lil hole =P

Again, I'd like to make it clear that the GF did NOT steal anything. The checkout cashier was just too blur to notice there were 2 tags on the 2 pairs of underwear and he/she just removed one. And the GF did not notice the tag, and yes, the alarm did ring out but the security guard did not bother to check as the alarm was ringing out randomly (yes, my friend was there as a witness...).

So, it's just a series of unfortunate events that ended up in this blog post!

The moral of the story is: Check your bloody underwear when you buy them!

p.s. we didn't bring it back to the shop as the GF has thrown out the receipt already...

Why I'm C.Li.T!!! oh, and April too...

Okay, before any of you think I'm being obscene out there, C.Li.T, stands for Creative Like That.

Yes yes, an idea brought on by boredom and stress at work. We (April and I) are 2 very very creative individuals who are tied down by the constraints of the dollar sign ($$$) thus the lack of usage of our creativity in the areas that really matter XD

That's how LOL-pril came about:

Yes, we were very very bored...

So yea, we should start a copywriting/advertising/randomness company that help people create really really ridiculous and random ideas that actually capture attention.

Seriously, we need the money (except maybe April since she has a high paying job with a certain b-a-n-k).

muse.

Once in a while, I find my lost muse to write. Not too sure if this is good, but I think it is not too bad. Still, readable =)

It's like my finger tips were burning as I brushed against her lightly. Somehow it's as if I am no longer significant once she decides that I am.
She didn't stir nor even acknowledge that I was trying to say a simple goodnight. She doesn't realize how much she affects me with every unintentional gesture.
My brain rationalizes but my heart doesn't. I am but just... just... me.
How many feel the way I do?
Loneliness is an enemy who knows all the secret passages, or rather an old friend who knows when you're in need.
Open your eyes and see the world walk right past you, invisible you feel. Close them and realize, silence is deafening.
Run as you may, hide if you can.
Finding simple reasons is what I live for. The world is complicated enough as it is. All I want is to fall asleep in her arms, hear her chest rise and fall to her breath. I listen, feel, touch and taste. In search of a simple reason to call happiness.
No tears will fall tonight for they will always be a sign of weakness, a part of me that I want to be rid off, and yet the brain persuades me once again: what is happiness without sadness?
If there were no failure in my past, how do I know when I succeed?
If she doesn't hurt me, how can I know if she loves me?
I hurt, therefore she loves.