∞ The Bra incident ∞

{Your very own Point of view}

                 It’s a very sunny Thursday morning and the environment around my condo unit suggested that everything would be well (I hope it really does), but I was already exhausted by staring at the ceiling for ages, bothering if I could eat for the next days . . . . . . . .  or weeks rather, because I hadn’t yet receive my allowance from my parents in Philippines. I slumped lazily in the sofa, looking harassed if you could look at my hair, thinking if I would do the laundry using my hands (my hands just had a manicure, PINK PANTHER! ♥). My hands easily get scarred whenever it made contact with bleaching powder or bars. I glared on the ceiling as if it was the reason of my problem, but merely sighed as I realized that I didn’t have any choice. I stood up, grabbed the gloves and started pacing towards the bathroom to do the laundry. After few minutes of scrubbing and stuffs, I decided that the work went all right (I managed to wash my underwears, shirts and pj’s, not pants and other hard-cloth materials). I went to the balcony and started hanging clothes. Well, from all the clothes and underwear I had washed, I carefully hanged my favorite bra ----- it has a Doraemon print and it’s really cute. I hanged it up and went back to my cozy sofa, trying my best whether to ask my parents (demand) about my allowance or wait. After few minutes of internal struggle, I agreed the idea to watch the television. I started dancing gleefully. The tv show showing B2ST as their guest. It’s my favorite boy group (obviously) and I started acting like a maniac. I remembered those times when I attended their fanmeet and got an album with Gikwang’s signature with message ‘Thanks for loving us. Please take care. See you again. I love you!’ with a heart sign. I was laughing so hard watching him dancing American dance, until I noticed my clothes were shaking terribly. I was shocked that few of my clothes started to fly and landed on the floor.

                  UWAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!                  I sprinted from my sofa and opened the sliding door, grabbing my clothes. How fortunate I was! I did the laundry for the very first time but the weather HUMILIATED my clothes?! I was swearing under my breath and recognized that my lovely Doraemon bra was out of sight. I was horror-struck. I even bought that bra in Japan! It’s a rare item! And I even wear that bra on special occasions (like parties, debuts, and stuffs, keke) And this farking hell weather would just simply lost my BRA?! WHAT THE?!                  

I  started looking around but I couldn’t find it. I looked at the dustbin, the rummaged clothes, in the floor but. . . none! I was mortified. . what if.. . . it fell down?! O_______O,.  I was in 7th floor and her bra was flying down in the street below. .  or somewhere?!  I shrieked. MY DORAEMON BRA!! WAHHH~                   I looked down, still horrified but I didn’t have any choice, I looked down. . NONE.  I gulped. Maybe I could ask the people below my condo unit if they saw a flying bra. . .  with a Doraemon print. I was not close with the other people in the condo building. They were minding their own businesses.                   Omigosh~ Gikwang help me~~~~                   I sneered sarcastically. I started thinking Gikwang, who had my odd looking bra in his hand and giving to me. You own this right? I flushed red, GAAAHH!!~ Gikwang touching my bras and panties was so close to being raped, because he actually touched my privates, the clothes that cupped my privates.                   I shook my head. It’s not the time fantasizing Lee Gikwang. I seized my jacket and started walking outside my unit. I should find my bra down, because if it was blown by the wind, it will not fly up because of weight. But I was thinking a nice way to ask questions. . .

        Hello, I just want to ask if a bra landed in your balcony?

        Hello, my bra fell down and I’m wondering if you saw it?