A man and his vulnerabilities
Men, while they tend to portray a strong, mighty image at times, can also be incredibly vulnerable if one is able to expose them at their most intimate levels.
It was a great lunch yesterday, porridge and duck rice, and then a little walking and chit chatting with a youth. Oh not to mention sugar cane juice. Oh yes, sugar cane juice.
Liquid once taken into the body, needs to find an outlet after the body has processed it. That was where my nightmare started.
After walking back to the MRT station, I felt a great need to relieve myself and proceeded to the Gents', where the urgency of the matter increased exponentially. While trying to do so, the zipper on my berms got stuck, but the urgency was increasing. In the wrongest decision of my life, I decided to try to force the zip open.
In the process, it broke. IT BROKE! *fish* i muttered to myself and grabbed all my things and went inside the cubicle where I could relieve myself properly before trying to fix the zipper back. The social worker in me may haf nimble hands working on hearts, but certainly not on zippers. The zipper refused to go back into its place, and finally, frustrated, I gave up.
Put on my berms, belted it as tightly as I could and walked out of the toilet. Thankfully, the t-shirt I wore was quite long and it managed to cover most of the *ahem* area. Commonwealth MRT and its vicinity did not look like it had shops that sold shorts, and so I decided I'd go to Clementi to get a pair.
I swear, I had never felt so vulnerable standing on the MRT train holding on to the triangle with a million aunties, Chinese, Indian and Malay staring at approximately the *ahem* height when seated on the train seats. 3 agonising stops. Oh how a man is vulnerable when his insides are exposed!
Thankfully, I carried a file that day and so I tried to balance myself on the train with both hands holding the file in front of me. Nonchalantly. As if it was the most natural way to hold a large, green file.
*Whistles to oneself a happy tune*
*Pretends to admire the nice blue skies*
Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to Clementi we go..
Once I alighted at Clementi, I rushed to the nearest shop selling shorts, and to my nightmare, they all looked fugly. I bought to most decent looking pair for $10, black with a pretty real looking puma logo and rushed to MacDonalds to change into them. That's when I discovered the shorts had no pockets! Those of you who know me know that I put all my important stuff in my pockets. So I had to find a way to stuff it all into the different compartments of my bag. Argh.
Vulnerable.
When I reached school, the first thing Edgar said was 'eh. u going beach arh?'
It was a great lunch yesterday, porridge and duck rice, and then a little walking and chit chatting with a youth. Oh not to mention sugar cane juice. Oh yes, sugar cane juice.
Liquid once taken into the body, needs to find an outlet after the body has processed it. That was where my nightmare started.
After walking back to the MRT station, I felt a great need to relieve myself and proceeded to the Gents', where the urgency of the matter increased exponentially. While trying to do so, the zipper on my berms got stuck, but the urgency was increasing. In the wrongest decision of my life, I decided to try to force the zip open.
In the process, it broke. IT BROKE! *fish* i muttered to myself and grabbed all my things and went inside the cubicle where I could relieve myself properly before trying to fix the zipper back. The social worker in me may haf nimble hands working on hearts, but certainly not on zippers. The zipper refused to go back into its place, and finally, frustrated, I gave up.
Put on my berms, belted it as tightly as I could and walked out of the toilet. Thankfully, the t-shirt I wore was quite long and it managed to cover most of the *ahem* area. Commonwealth MRT and its vicinity did not look like it had shops that sold shorts, and so I decided I'd go to Clementi to get a pair.
I swear, I had never felt so vulnerable standing on the MRT train holding on to the triangle with a million aunties, Chinese, Indian and Malay staring at approximately the *ahem* height when seated on the train seats. 3 agonising stops. Oh how a man is vulnerable when his insides are exposed!
Thankfully, I carried a file that day and so I tried to balance myself on the train with both hands holding the file in front of me. Nonchalantly. As if it was the most natural way to hold a large, green file.
*Whistles to oneself a happy tune*
*Pretends to admire the nice blue skies*
Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to Clementi we go..
Once I alighted at Clementi, I rushed to the nearest shop selling shorts, and to my nightmare, they all looked fugly. I bought to most decent looking pair for $10, black with a pretty real looking puma logo and rushed to MacDonalds to change into them. That's when I discovered the shorts had no pockets! Those of you who know me know that I put all my important stuff in my pockets. So I had to find a way to stuff it all into the different compartments of my bag. Argh.
Vulnerable.
When I reached school, the first thing Edgar said was 'eh. u going beach arh?'
haha. that's quite funny. :)
at least no one whacked u for "Exposing" urself.
hahahah!!that is hilarious!=P but poor u=P