I have 3 shirts. One is red, one blue and one yellow.

The red one is by far the most comfortable. In fact so comfortable that I could wear it every day. Maybe it is due to that factor that I may take it for granted sometimes. I do not take particularly good care of it, and occasionally even get irritated that it is there. I do like it. I might even love it. But it does get a bit tiresome and my love for it goes up and down. Sometimes, I misplace it somewhere for a long period of time. And when I find it, I am quite glad to see it and wear it again, everything forgotten. Yet I also know that we have no future together because something that you can wear everyday will wear out very fast. Or become boring.

The blue one is a smarter shirt. It has the nice collars and the nice sleeves. I love this shirt too I do. But sometimes, I guess it is my fault, there are certain parts which just do not fit too well. I try to get it to fit, but it has never fit perfectly and I do not know if it ever will. I seriously doubt it. So for these reasons sometimes I get mad at it too, though it is really my own fault I guess, but I will blame the shirt for being the wrong cut, the wrong size, shrinking..bla bla bla.....And yet I do try to keep things between us going, I take care of it nicely, I go out of my way to keep it clean and nicely pressed. But sometimes secretly I wonder if this shirt will ever reciprocate my efforts. Basically it is a love hate relationship.

The yellow one is a funny shirt. I never thought I would like it as much as I do now. I did not think much of it when I first got it, but after one holiday where I wore it quite often, somehow, I kind of grew fond of it. Very fond of it to the point I think I love it a lot. However there is a problem with it. Looking at it, it promises to provide lots of fun and make me look good. However it does not always keep to its promises. And it has come to the point that it become a very central part of our relationship - making promises and keeping them... Whenever it happens, it apologises but I guess it just does not realise its mistake, seeing as it is an inanimate object because it does it again and again. I am getting very angry and a bit frustrated and yet there are feelings there. But lots of heartache here.

There you go. The story of my 3 shirts. One red, one blue and one yellow.

In other news,

I think I might have lost my touch in hugging. I also brought back a whole BOX of sample questions to practice on. I have communicated with ParkyBear for the first time in a while. I have met IzyBear for an hour, in what is potentially a 21 month stretch. I have met JeanBear before she goes to Bali and tried curried Cheong Fun..(ew). There is rain.

Study.

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