Green Shirts Aplenty

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Recently, I find my life revolving around a green shirt. I hate green with a passion. I hate how it is the default colours for babies that you don't know the sex of. I hate how it always looks dirty on canvas. I hate how it is the colour of the walls of unisex toilets.

Well, back to the topic of THAT green shirt. SO loves green. When I met him, he was a zen sort of man in his choice of colours. The first date together was a black shirt, the second date was a white shirt, the third was black and so on... I think you got the idea.

Since that many years ago, he has come to aquire shirts of another colour. Green. Maybe it was the influence of Timberland. Maybe it was his inner tree-hugger instincts. But why on earth green? His recent visit encompass a luggage full of grean shirts. And it is really alright that I have to look at him in his green shirt for the entire vacation. That I can live with...

And now that he is gone and away, he insists that he did indeed left a green shirt back here in this little room where I swear nothing can ever go missing for it is so little. For goodnesses sake! Exogenous contamination! Green is the colour of penicillium mould and u left it in my room!

That aside, I must clarify that it was his insistence that the shirt is now lonely in my room. From my side, I have searched high and low for this filthy contaminant to no avail. And trust me. IF there was such a GREEN shirt I would have thrown it out a long long long time ago.

And I pray, that the said green shirt will turn up sometime soon, cause we are all tired of its wandering tendencies and wishes that it would reveal itself to allow us to draw this endless search to a close.

Lessons to be learnt-
Conclusion 1: There is no green shirt here or anywhere near here.
Conclusion 2: Don't buy me green shirts.
Conclusion 3: No green at my wedding, birthday, funerals etc etc etc...