THE CONFESSION OF THE HANGERS


Dad always comments that I can make a mini business out of my wardrobe. He suggests that I go "lelong lelong!" at pasar malams. I always rebut, saying that it's mainly because I seldom discard old garments. Some of them have been with me since Secondary school days! "Of course they would accumulate over the years." I protested. "But still!" He grunted, "Then throw some of the old ones away, lor". But, what a waste, isn't it?


Because of this, ever so often, I find myself in constant lack of hangers; EVEN THOUGH I've already hung at least two pieces of garment per hanger for most hangers. Some of the more magnificent ones have up to four garments!

And at times like these - when I'm really at the end of my tether and die die also cannot "squeeze out" one spare hanger no matter how hard I try - I would sneak into my brothers' room, smuggle one out, and make it mine (mainly because I dare not "kapok" my parents'). Ever so often (ok, maybe about just once per every few months), I would discreetly "steal" a hanger and "import" it over to my room. Just like today, for instance.

It's really easy, honestly speaking, considering that the elder brother is out most of the time. The younger one, oh well, often has his back facing me (playing computer games, of course) and is too preoccupied to be bothered with what the genius me is up to.


I'm bad, I know. But it's really convenient! I need not go out and purchase my own. Save time, and save money!!! It's a habit that I try to kick off but, just like coffee, I keep reverting back haplessly. I have no idea how many I've pilfered thus far, but most probably it's less than five (ONLY!!!).

In any case, men can make do without a couple of hangers. Women can't. We need all that we can lay our dainty hands on.





Thank goodness the elder brother has the mightily good temper of a saint's. He is good natured, and seldom flares up. ME? Step on my tail on a bad day, and I'll CHOP! off your head and bestow upon you a "no shadow" kick. And if it so happens that I have not a liking for you, or if your face bears some unfortunate resemblance to lizards or cats, I might even throw in a "xiang long 18 palms". FOC.

My elder brother, sigh! Where to find a brother like him, you tell me? He has been keeping quiet all these while, while I go about doing my sneaky business.





Either that, or he has yet to notice the missing hangers. Hmmm...