Old Series of Unfortunate Somethings

Larvae

While I am still on the topic of boobs, my colleague showed me a disgusting email today of larvaes. Some innocent woman went for a trip and got some rashes on her boobs when she returned. A few trips to the doctors could not solve the itch until she finally got in touch with some specialist. The specialist managed to find out the problem when he removed the bandages on her boobs, but it was kinda too late. Her right boob became filled with crevices, with larvaes squirming in and out of them. Apparently, they were feeding off her boobs, fatty tissues and milk canals. Yucks! If you are in the circle of trust, and Suvena has your email, you will probably see this email soon enough. There is an attached video clip depicting the removal of the larvae from her boobs. I am having static pulsing through my body ever since I saw that email. This is not explicit nudity, but a medical portrayal of a serious condition. The picture was once here, but was just removed because every single person who had seen it got badly traumatised! Drop me an email if you want to take a chance at it - I still have it snugly saved in my mail folder.


Walk Bright

The general advice to people is to make the right decisions in life so that you can walk on with your head held high. I thought its good advice, and I always strive to do that. When I wrote my last Blog about the bra saga, my recall button was accidentally hit, and I remembered a series of "walk bright" incidents a few months back. Its something light-hearted after going through the trauma of the larvae discussion.

It was another one of those bright and windy day. I was having my break beneath my office tower, watching the clouds and crowd pass me by. Sadly, time crawls when you are working. The rhythmic sway of the trees and kaleidoscopic manifestation of the clouds are sights to behold. Less pleasing to watch are the crowds of officer workers rushing across my eyes in frenzy. At the most opportune time, the gusts of ferocious wind blew across my face and the flared mini-skirt of an office lady in front of me flew up a.k.a. Marilyn Monroe. Wow, she is walking bright! And white :p

The long day ended at 6pm, and I made my way to the MRT station. Right at the same spot beneath my office tower, another few gusts of strong wind blew across the compound and flipped another flared skirt up. This time it was a Malay girl, and her face turned as white as her ... ahem!

Twice a day is coincidental enough, but a third time is great luck! Lady luck is smiling upon me that day. At the traffic junction before the MRT station, I was waiting to cross the road. Across the road was a young lady in another short, flared and pleated skirt. Trust fate to conjure a few more gusts of hurricane. Sure enough, the skirt flipped to reveal another white elephant!

Three times in a day, I witnessed 3 ladies walking bright, wearing the same cutting of short-flared skirt, and with the same whiteness beneath! To the Chinese, it is bad luck to spot the undergarments of ladies. While 3 times in a row is pretty miraculous, I slept early that night, just to play safe.

On recollection, I thought its just weird how these things can happen to a innocent young man like me ... I mean I am so innocent ...