Having reached thus far in life, it's becoming clearer to me, what my life is all about. I maybe a bit late in realising it but hey, better late than never.

My life is but a set of undergarments. My prepubescent years and people whom I've gotten acquainted with represented by old undergarments and life's current and possible conundrums being the new bras and panties or those which I may buy in the not-too-distant future. If there's one variable in life that's constant, it would be change. Very cliched, yes. But what can I say, the very phenomenon of change being able to remain unremitting is just something I cannot ignore.

Getting back to the whole bra and panty issue. I shall not illustrate myself to be the seeming victim lest people assume that I am seeking pity. Sure, over the years people chose to ignore me and some have conveniently discarded me like an unwanted and dysfuntional bra. I too, have been guilty of that. But I guess it's for the better. Furthermore, we'll all get to meet new people along the way and henceforth, the beginning of a beautiful newfound friendship. However, we cannot disregard that this is part of a cycle. Whatever that's new, will surely come of age. When then do we decide that we need a spanking new bra? Why, of course when we discover that something's not right. Case in point, we would mend a hole in out panties/bra. But if the hole or tear is beyond salvation, beli yang baru sudah.

Similarly, we'd want a replacement for that dear friend or special someone. The problem is (or at least I think the problem with me is), would you be resolute enough to make changes and accept changes? Would you let an expensive bra, a dear one at that, be easily replaced by a cheap but a bra, nonetheless? Would it be as good? See, this is the problem with some of us (or is it just me?). We tend to compare between what we had and what we have now, right before our very eyes. So the question is, have we really grown out of it? Are we ready to move on and accept the bra for what it is?

Am I even ready to let go?

I should really stop thinking about bras and panties. world cup. ciaochinchow.