The recent Sarong Party Girl fiasco has left everyone more than a little bothered. I think my parents worry more about me baring my body on the net than I do about getting my MP3 player. These days they seem to knock on my door every three minutes to check on the state of the laundry basket or run the weird errand.
" What are you doing ,Mum?" I would ask during one of those routine inspections.
" I'm looking for my racoon. He seems to having ran into your room," she would reply matter of factly.
" But we have no racoon , Mum. And the door was closed."
"But I saw it running into your room, " she would say trying her very best to convince me that her over-active pet was lurking in one of the dark corners of my cupboard.
But tonight I got my chance .
R21
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It is a cropped shot of my finger.
Learn how to do it here.
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