Underneath

After the donned XXS Topman white long-sleeved shirt.


After taking off the newly bought Black Skinny Jeans from Bench.


After removing my ever trusty plain white briefs.


And putting my Family Guy inspired boxer briefs.


I return to reality.


No techno music. No flashing multi-colored lights. No people swaying their hearts out. No thumping. No bumping. No grinding bodies and flirting ones too!


No hard hitting liquors. No traitor-like drinks. No littered cigarette butts. No huffing and puffing of the cancer stick. 


I was back to the world shunned away from the nights and lights of glitz, glamor and pizazz.


From Pop boy extraordinaire. 


Mister Friendship and Rapport.


Danced till I dropped dude.


A Pseudo-fashionista guy.


To a dignified pooper scooper.


A Royal washer, scrubber and sweeper.


The pure awesome cat food purchaser.


And last but not least, a highly-respected Senior Clothes Maintenance Officer.  


Ah, it is great to be back home. :)