Holy cow!, look at those ...

As a government servant, in every Thursday we are required to wear cloth using the national fabric; the batik. Particularly, we can only wear Malaysian Batik, not the Indonesian one, or Hawaiian Batik, or what ever batik available in the world.

So we either go for the Batik Canting, which can be very expensive sometimes or batik tekap, which is not that expensive but if you wanted to look like you are wearing your mother's kain batik kemban to work, it is really up to you. Feel free to do so.

It so happen yesterday, i was wearing batik and i had to invigilate an exam in a hall which can be mistakenly identified as a refrigerator. It was so bloody cold inside it, i went to the toilet 3-4 times. Well basically i went to the toilet to smoke. Nevertheless..

Anyway, i realised something later what cold weather can have effect to your body system. It gets everything erected. Somehow our body react to the cold temparatures and increases its own termometer. If you know what i mean.

Hik

he he he.

that is one bloody fat hand isnt it?

Notice something?

Anyway, that is my Batik shirt. Orange and amber with butterfly motive on the side. I like the overall design, except for the peach coloured arm pieces which somehow does not really goes with the design.

Notice anything just yet?

Let me zoom the picture for our viewing pleasure.

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Stop! here if you are under 13

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Parental guidance are needed.

That is my bloody tit! protruding under the very thin layer of the clothes. My goodness i have been walking along the examination hall like a pornstar bimbo for 3 hours. I wonder if any students will be having nightmares later after seeing that and had to visit a psychiatrist to minimise their phobia.

So moral of the story is,

please wear t-shirt under your batik cloth if you have sensitive tits that will react with the cold weather.

p/s: No wonder my thursday class students were always happy, chirpy and smiling no matter what my mood was, and no wonder they are not looking at my eyes when i am talking to them because they were looking at something else.