Hair Keys
I am going to tell you something.
Something that you CANNOT tell anyone else.
I mean it.
Nobody.
I'm trusting you to keep it a secret. So don't you go betraying me now. It took a lot of me to even tell you this, aite? So. Yeah.
*deep breath*
The other day, I had my Praise Exercise in the morning (it's exercise routines accompanied by Chinese Christian music--not as vigorous as aerobics, but not as relaxed as tai chi).
Praise exercise was just over, so all the aunties were sitting around cooling off. Some were milling about, some were just chatting, gossiping. After a good one hour plus of stretching and jumping and running around, I was all hot and sweaty. I was wiping my sweat off my brow with the back of my hand.
Then I noticed my glasses had this print of something. A fingerprint, or whatever. A print of something, smudged on the lens. So I took them off with the intention of wiping off whatever print that was with the edge of my blouse. (Don't we all do that? Even though the optometrist ALWAYS provides us with those special lens-cleaning hankies to go with our spectacles case =.=)
As I was wiping them, I looked up at some of the aunties who were sitting down on the tiled seats opposite me.
I noticed something just by the foot of one of the aunties.
Oh, no. Are those keys? My goodness, don't tell me those are someone's car keys, or house keys!
I walked towards the keys, urgently turning to one of the aunties sitting nearest to them. "Aunty Cilla, whose keys are those? Did someone drop them?" I pointed to the keys by her foot.
She looked down at the keys, and then up at me, confused.
And only at that moment, I decide to put on my glasses which I had been cleaning.
Oh no. Oh noo.
"Keys? What keys?" Aunty Cilla asked, high-pitched.
Those weren't keys at all. Not by a long-shot.
It was a leaf (which I thought was the keychain) and..........a clump of hair.
I'm totally serious.
A leaf. And a clump of hair. Goodness knows whose. With bits of dust entangled in the strands too. >.<
OH. MY. GOD.
Aunty Cilla looked down at the "keys" and said, "Keys? That's HAIR."
How on earth do you respond to such an embarrassing situation like that?????? @.@
Super malu right? Now, do you understand why I said you can tell no one? You can't. You just can't. =.=
Something that you CANNOT tell anyone else.
I mean it.
Nobody.
I'm trusting you to keep it a secret. So don't you go betraying me now. It took a lot of me to even tell you this, aite? So. Yeah.
*deep breath*
The other day, I had my Praise Exercise in the morning (it's exercise routines accompanied by Chinese Christian music--not as vigorous as aerobics, but not as relaxed as tai chi).
Praise exercise was just over, so all the aunties were sitting around cooling off. Some were milling about, some were just chatting, gossiping. After a good one hour plus of stretching and jumping and running around, I was all hot and sweaty. I was wiping my sweat off my brow with the back of my hand.
Then I noticed my glasses had this print of something. A fingerprint, or whatever. A print of something, smudged on the lens. So I took them off with the intention of wiping off whatever print that was with the edge of my blouse. (Don't we all do that? Even though the optometrist ALWAYS provides us with those special lens-cleaning hankies to go with our spectacles case =.=)
As I was wiping them, I looked up at some of the aunties who were sitting down on the tiled seats opposite me.
I noticed something just by the foot of one of the aunties.
Oh, no. Are those keys? My goodness, don't tell me those are someone's car keys, or house keys!
I walked towards the keys, urgently turning to one of the aunties sitting nearest to them. "Aunty Cilla, whose keys are those? Did someone drop them?" I pointed to the keys by her foot.
She looked down at the keys, and then up at me, confused.
And only at that moment, I decide to put on my glasses which I had been cleaning.
Oh no. Oh noo.
"Keys? What keys?" Aunty Cilla asked, high-pitched.
Those weren't keys at all. Not by a long-shot.
It was a leaf (which I thought was the keychain) and..........a clump of hair.
I'm totally serious.
A leaf. And a clump of hair. Goodness knows whose. With bits of dust entangled in the strands too. >.<
OH. MY. GOD.
Aunty Cilla looked down at the "keys" and said, "Keys? That's HAIR."
How on earth do you respond to such an embarrassing situation like that?????? @.@
Super malu right? Now, do you understand why I said you can tell no one? You can't. You just can't. =.=
Comments
Woman you are legendary la. =P yeah I will keep it a secret alright...................
I'd respond this way:
"ZOMG, it turned into a a leaf and a clump of hair! Did you see that?! It's magiiiiic!!!!"
Any way, this is nothing. I misread the sign on a toilet door once, and performed my natural affairs in a ladies' room with another guy friend. We did wonder why there were no urinals though.
Ahaha. Yes, I am legendary, aren't I? xD Thank you thank you *bows*
>>SandraC
You're welcome !!!!! :P *teehee*
>>k0k s3n w4i
I think if you responded that way, you still can't avoid that weird look from Aunty Cilla xD hehe
Oh gorsh, did you really pee in the ladies'???? Aikz. Luckily you didn't run into any ladies. You'd be screamed out off the restroom !!! lol
Ahaha, so it's further proof that we women are definitely cleaner than men !!!!! xD haha~ But Yikes for your friend then !!!! @.@