This morning, I dumped a weekful-load of laundry into the machine and got totally pissed with myself when I got them out. Reason being, the hairy and furry black jeans [do you call it jeans?] was inside, so... Damn. Everytime I got into such chores-related mess, first thing I'd do is to call home and get my mum into the thick of the action. "Huh! 咳哟, 我忘记教你怎么洗这种裤." Wa lau eh. Why never teach me? Haha. But it's quite common sense la, and I knew it was in the laundry as I was dumping them in. I simply couldn't care shit when I am plain lazy. Amongst the obsolete shirts now include a nice yellow polo that Chriss told me look nice on me. So I'm feeling very dui now because I don't have many nice clothes anyway. More importantly, the 2 working shirts that I bought expensively from G2000, are now full of black furs sticking from everywhere, on either sides. Good lo. I have got a long night ahead of me now. Masking tape equipped. Sigh.