Naughty Singlet
This is MY singlet. It has been with me for almost four years. I like to wear singlet at home, especially when I am doing housework as it is not so hot as compared to wearing T-shirt. All in all, I have three which I frequently wear at home, this unique blue one and two other which are similar in design but different in colour (i.e. pink and grey). 
Lao Gong apparently like this one featured here the best. And he affectionately coined the term “Naughty Singlet” for it. I asked him why of course.
He replied, “When you wear it, you look naughty.”
Absurd! Whatever. I did nothing of that sort. He has a lot of crap in him as always. I wondered who is the naughty one?
One day, when I was taking clothes from my wardrobe as I intend to shower, I just cannot find Naughty Singlet. I go to the laundry basket to check if it is there, nope, not found. It is also not on the clothes line for hanging wet clothes to dry. Where can it be?
I asked Lao Gong to help me search for it as it simply cannot vanish into thin air. And I remembered placing it in my wardrobe after I washed and dried it just a few days ago and I did not wear it since. This mystery is driving me crazy.
And to compound matter, Lao Gong is not helpful or anxious at all. He is not moving, he is not checking. He just stood there, stuck.
Wait, wait, his reaction is weird. I stared at him and understood what it is all about. I looked under our blanket, nope, Naughty Singlet is not there.
“Where did you hide my Naughty Singlet this time round?” as I asked him I continued my search by looking under our pillows.
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My suspicion is not unfounded. Not so long ago, after preparing a fresh set of clothes before my intended shower, I stepped into the bathroom and found Naughty Singlet missing from the rest of the pack. How could it be? It was here just a moment ago. I ran out of the bathroom and found it partially covered underneath the blanket. Who could have placed it there? Nobody else but him of course. I confronted Lao Gong and at first he tried to deny by saying that I might have forgotten where I misplaced it. When I replied that it is illogical for me to misplace it under the blanket, he admitted his ploy. He is too free.
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This time round, he changed the plot.
“What did you say? The Naughty Singlet is mine. Not yours.” Lao Gong insisted. With that he went to his wardrobe and showed me Naughty Singlet lying in the midst of his clothes. “See, it is mine, in my wardrobe!”
I was dumbfounded and in utter disbelief. He can be so lame. He must have had pinch Naughty Singlet from my wardrobe and placed it into his while I am in the dark. Yet it is very funny, I laughed and retorted, “Oh please, Naughty Singlet is mine, not yours. You can’t wear it. Look at your size versus mine. Even if you try, you will just be like Incredible Hulk bursting it to pieces.”
I always don’t know what to expect when I am with Lao Gong. He always do silly things like this. Silly but funny. And frankly speaking, his wife likes it.
Lao Gong apparently like this one featured here the best. And he affectionately coined the term “Naughty Singlet” for it. I asked him why of course.
He replied, “When you wear it, you look naughty.”
Absurd! Whatever. I did nothing of that sort. He has a lot of crap in him as always. I wondered who is the naughty one?
One day, when I was taking clothes from my wardrobe as I intend to shower, I just cannot find Naughty Singlet. I go to the laundry basket to check if it is there, nope, not found. It is also not on the clothes line for hanging wet clothes to dry. Where can it be?
I asked Lao Gong to help me search for it as it simply cannot vanish into thin air. And I remembered placing it in my wardrobe after I washed and dried it just a few days ago and I did not wear it since. This mystery is driving me crazy.
And to compound matter, Lao Gong is not helpful or anxious at all. He is not moving, he is not checking. He just stood there, stuck.
Wait, wait, his reaction is weird. I stared at him and understood what it is all about. I looked under our blanket, nope, Naughty Singlet is not there.
“Where did you hide my Naughty Singlet this time round?” as I asked him I continued my search by looking under our pillows.
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My suspicion is not unfounded. Not so long ago, after preparing a fresh set of clothes before my intended shower, I stepped into the bathroom and found Naughty Singlet missing from the rest of the pack. How could it be? It was here just a moment ago. I ran out of the bathroom and found it partially covered underneath the blanket. Who could have placed it there? Nobody else but him of course. I confronted Lao Gong and at first he tried to deny by saying that I might have forgotten where I misplaced it. When I replied that it is illogical for me to misplace it under the blanket, he admitted his ploy. He is too free.
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This time round, he changed the plot.
“What did you say? The Naughty Singlet is mine. Not yours.” Lao Gong insisted. With that he went to his wardrobe and showed me Naughty Singlet lying in the midst of his clothes. “See, it is mine, in my wardrobe!”
I was dumbfounded and in utter disbelief. He can be so lame. He must have had pinch Naughty Singlet from my wardrobe and placed it into his while I am in the dark. Yet it is very funny, I laughed and retorted, “Oh please, Naughty Singlet is mine, not yours. You can’t wear it. Look at your size versus mine. Even if you try, you will just be like Incredible Hulk bursting it to pieces.”
I always don’t know what to expect when I am with Lao Gong. He always do silly things like this. Silly but funny. And frankly speaking, his wife likes it.
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