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Rambles shambles.
I need to write about these incidents so that it is documented and not just left in my fallible memory, that is until the next Great Upheaval and I delete my blog again after years of religiously updating it. I really ought to stop acting on impulse.
Anyway, I went for waxing with my cousins the other day and it was an appointment like no other. For starters, all of us were in the same room while the waxing was going on. We could watch each others’ facial expressions, hear one another’s yelps of pain and even look at each others’ nether regions. While the nothing-to-be-embarrassed-about-cos-what-you-have-I-have rationale has some truth to it, it was still uncomfortable at first especially if you’re as hairy as me.
If I were a Star Wars character, I’d probably be Chewbacca. And for those who live under a rock where they do not show Star Wars, let me provide a picture of who I am talking about to make your understanding of my comparison better.
Still, the painfully embarrassing and seriously physically painful experience was really fun. My cousins and I have not been in that state of undress around each other since we were 5 and bathing always meant a group effort. While I am proud to say that I politely sat with my back to the waxing bed to give the others some semblance of privacy yet my cousins did not such thing when it was my turn and they gawked openly.
I adore my cousins. As one of them said, we go through thick and thicker together.
In other news, I haven’t been happy for the past few weeks and my still not having a proper job certainly has a lot to do with it but after the night out I had and the beautiful morning I was greeted with, I find that I have peace in my heart.
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