As you’ve probably read from Mashes blog, I went to her house on Saturday and hung out with her and her family the whole day… but she didn’t mention just how EVIL she really is! She was so evil that day! She let me borrow her clothes, she fed me any junk food that she could find, she gave me the latest juicy gossip, she let me ‘shop’ for DVDs from her collection, she told me to play guitar with her brother Iqbal while she cooked, she wouldn’t let me do any housework… EVIL WAH SI MASH AH!! Then she did the most evil thing of all, she asked her older brother if they could send me home so I could hang out with her longer in gadong… evilness =p
In between bitching about people not worth mentioning in this post and the worthlessness of modern mobile technology, me and mash mentioned that we couldn’t get into certain pairs of jeans that used to fit us fine a couple years back.. I have a pair of jeans that I wore on my sixteenth birthday bash, and looking at pictures of that day, they looked good! But a few weeks ago, I tried to get in them and they wouldn’t fit =( Mash had the same problem with a pair of her jeans and just like my pair, it was jeans that she loved..
I remember an episode of Sex and the City where Miranda could fit into her ‘skinny jeans’ after losing weight because of not having any time to eat, being too busy taking care of the new baby. Carrie defined ‘skinny jeans’ as the jeans that act as an indicator on how thin you are.. if you can fit in your skinny jeans, you are the skinniest you’ve ever been in ure life haha..
I have a weird soft spot for jeans, especially the ones that have been with me through the years, through (sometimes literally) thick and thin.. most of the time you can guess what mood im in with just what pair of pants Im wearing at the time. If im in a pair of baggies, chances are im feeling depressed or having a low-self esteem day, whereas if you’re hanging out with me when im wearing a pair of skinny-pipe jeans coupled with my favorite sneakers, be warned that you might end up doing something spontaneous =p
with every memory, I bet I can tell you the pair of pants that I was wearing at the time.. I remember what pants I wore on my first ‘date’ as an official ‘couple’ with a certain ex, I remember the pants I wore when I went to the airport to send off my best friend… each of the pants that hang in my closet each have a share of bitter-sweet memories.. Mash ended up giving her jeans to ‘charity’, whereas my pair is still hanging in my closet, waiting for the day im anorexic enough to squeeze in them =p they have too much sentimental value to be given away…
is there anyone out there that has the DVD of “The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants” that I can pinjam?
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