So here I am, topless and in front of Panther. Not to worry, my room door is locked already so my brother has no chance of coming in without me not knowing. He came in earlier when I was putting on my bra and he told me to lock the door next time. My brother.

I don't have the habit of locking my room door because my mum told me before, "You do not lock your room door unless you pay the house bills!" I see no link with house bills and room door, but I guess if she wants to walk in on me changing or watching pornvideos then by all means go ahead. Besides, I except people to know that they have to knock first before entering. It's called basic courtesy, or considerate or bothering, whatever that word is.

So yes, I just told you I don't lock my room door when I'm in the room, whatever I'm doing. You can come in whenever I'm changing, sleeping, dancing. I'm that nice. No?

I shouldn't be blogging now because I've to go get changed to get to work. Zakk, stop blogging. Speaking of which, I think my mum suspected I was actually going out having fun instead of working because I usually wear slippers to work and back home. When in actual fact, my working shoes are in my bag. I know man, she doesn't trust me anymore. And I don't blame her, I wouldn't trust me too.

So complicated, I know.

And one last thing.

Berpiakan.

Chao.