At Auntie-Jas's cozy bday gathering in July
the girls told Ms Choong abt the ill-fated mustard shoes.
Ms Choong replied with her hearty laugh and a classic

"It's whiney, wat CAN'T happen?"

Fast forward to August,
Ms Lee's bday dinner.

I remembered the fuss I went through to pick out an outfit the night before.
I remembered how pleased I was as I stared into the mirror in the morning.
I remembered my good mood and anticipation at seeing the girls.

Decked out in a white tube top,
light brown cropped jacket,
and a pair of matching brown bottoms,
I felt good.
I felt so good I felt almost like I walked on air.

And I so did enjoy sneaking into the toilet at work to check my reflection.
In fact I checked my reflection in every shiny surface that came my way.

Yes,
I was vain, as usual.
And I was early for dinner, as usual.

So I headed to the library to drop off my books.
I took the lift near zara, in takashimaya to head to the library on the 5th floor.

I loved that lift.
It has a full length mirror when the doors close.
I scrutinised my reflection.

Hair- not that bad.
Top- *suck in some tummy* presentable
Bottom- It looked a little....out of shape...a little pointy, at a very sensitive area....
I tried to smooth out the edges...

It felt...weird.
Somehow it looked like it had too much cloth,
but yet, it felt like my finger felt different materials...

I adjusted myself so that I cld haf a clearer view.
(It wasn't a very pretty position, but I was alone in the lift and I shall spare u the details)

The view was clear alright.
Crystal clear.

And as if the gaping hole wasn't enuf to shock the hell out of me,
it looked as if it was an open mouth,
laughin at me!!!

(*^&^%(*&

So yeah,
I deserved to be laughed at (*&^^%&*^$),
for having a scb,
I guess.

I ended up purchasing a $40 denim skirt at the nearest shop,
which made me feel as if I've been dealt a double blow.

I mean $40 bucks for a denim skirt????!!!!!
Who needs to rob the bank man?

But then,
I bought it still.
I figured embarrassment at havin been discovered
shd cost me more than that.

I mean,
SOME THINGS ARE PRICELESS,
but for everything else,
there's always mastercard :)

That was a pair of bottoms tt I used to like.

For one,
it fits.
It makes me look good.

But u noe how it is when something makes u look good,
especially if such fortune seldom befall u,
u tend to be more cautious.

I am such a person.

Mum bought the pair of bottoms a few yrs ago,
and I discovered how it manages to make me look good as early as the first wear,
and liking it so,
I cldn't bear to put it on
save for special occasions.

Cos somehow,
I had this mentality that the less I take it out,
the longer I cld keep it,
the better I cld prevent it from wear and tear.

And just like that,
it remained in my wardrobe for a very long time,
neglected,
forgotten.
Until mum took it out recently.

And the magical pair of bottoms worked its magic again.

It made me realise how great it is.
It made me realise how much I miss havin it on me.

So I put it on that day.

And no matter how hard I tried to prevent it from happening,
regardless of the extent I went to,
it tore.

I think sometimes,
life works in funny ways such that
the harder u try at something,
the harder u'll fall.

So it's meant for the bin now.

It's a sad sad situation,
but then again,
looking on the bright side,
it really isn't all that bad cos,
it used to make me look good.

but in the future,
without a doubt,
I can even see it now,
it will find an owner who will make it look good as well.

So good that it makes one wonder what the hell was the pair of bottoms thinkin,
allowing me to purchase it in the first place.
So good that it just makes one understand what the whole ding-donging ard was about.

It was a sucky experience,
testifying to my kumgong-ness,
as well as burning a hole in my pocket.

But I'm happy for the pair of bottoms.