The forgotten

I went home with my fucking zip down. There was this girl in the train who was staring at my, erm, area. I tot she had like wandering eyes or something. Anyway, halfway i received an sms from a guy i had met earlier to buy a portable tv from. When i tried to pull it out from my pocket i noticed that the "tension" was not there. I immediately began to think my zipper was down. So when I alighted, I walked to about a block away from the MRT where i took a lift at a HDB BLock and went up. While in the lift, i checked my fucking zip and found it was indeed down. My goodness, how embarassing!!! Lucky no one noes me.... haha...