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The sewing lesson..

Mar 3, 2007

I’m someone who really hates to sew.. I can fold the pants after the thread came off.. and dun wanna check it until one day it fall out.. hahahah….

Just before cny, I even ask frens if it’s ok that I ask J to bring his pants to my mil for altering.. and the gers are so kind to agree with me =) well, luckily it did not happen.. his jeans are just rite! ‘Heng arh!’

Just the day before.. J came home with his army uniform, 2 tags, a roll of thread and a needle (from my mil’s place).. He show me where to sew them and said:" Just do simple stitches.. Anyhow sew can liao"..

Me looking at the uniform, tags and ‘equipments’.. my reaction was ‘Har?!’…’Jaws almost dropped!’… ‘Why ask me to do this?’…

Panicking, I asked.. ‘When u need it?’.. ‘What? Tmr?’… ‘er… okok… I do it now..’
Took me half an hr to unstitch the existing tag.. maybe it’s pride… I wanna do a gd job… It’s just the silly thought I have.. even the t-shirt gotta be iron nicely =p J will come nagging.. ‘No need so nice lah.. I wear it inside de..’ well.. I choose to be perfectionist for certain things =)
Know what? I started at 8pm.. and struggled till 10+.. occasionally see him smiling cunningly =p..

Finally done!! After the hard work.. I demanded mango cake =) hahahha….
He had recall early morning at 5am.. I was still dreamy.. think he worn the army uniform lah..
That day after dinner.. he got me the cake.. hahah…. Then just when we got out of the lift reaching our apartment,
J said:"The tags were sewed on the wrong side.. you need to re-do it leh..’
Me (in astonishment):" What????!!!! You sure? I asked you many times to confirm the position! You mean I have to re-sew again? It’s very tough you know..!"
Still in disbelief.. I asked him again until he ‘siam’.. open the door and went to water the plant…
I can’t believe it manz!!
Now I know why got 2 slices of cake =pp

Complained to mummy later.. told her I will take 2.5hrs this time.. hahahhahah……

Lyn smile @ 10:38 PM
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