Of Her Skirts Getting Shorter and His Pants Getting Longer

Stepping into school half awake on a freaking Monday morning at a freaking time where its still freaking dark, there were two students who caught my eye immediately.

A sec one guy. And a sec one girl.

Alright I admit I assumed they were sec one since firstly, they were still really really small. Like if big wind blow they will fly away. Secondly, their bag is as big as my army field pack (field pack=army bag) that I brought along for a 7 day 6 night nightmare stay in a forest without brushing my teeth happy camping trip during my Basic Military Training.

And for you people with distorted minds out there, no they are not love birds holding hands.

What piqued my interest was their school uniform. The guy's shorts was so short I felt sorry for his precious thing. It/He/Whatever must have been suffocating like crazy. As for the girl, her skirt was so long that I think if you tear half of it away it would still be longer than a upper sec girl's skirt.

I can imagine as the years go by, the pants gets more baggy and baggy.
I can imagine as the years go by, the skirts get shorter and shorter.

And so a chain of thoughts was triggered. I think we humans have the knack of always asking for the wrong things.

We (guys) ask for baggy pants thinking its cool. But baggy pants give a messy look. You (girls) ask for shorter skirts. But..... hmm actually I do not have an issue with this.... shorter skirts invites trouble. We want to work instead of study. But the moment we start work, we want to return to study. We want less thinks to do when we are too busy. Yet when we have nothing to do we look for something to do.

In conclusion, I think the right think to do is to ask for the opposite of what you think you want.

However, I die die still insist on asking for a girlfriend. I'm not going to ask for a boyfriend because my stupid sensible conclusion dictates so.

I may be dumb. But not that dumb.