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The Sacrifice

So, LT and I rushed to Levi's @ Raffles City during lunch time. To trade in our old jeans for fifty bugs.

Damn worth it, am telling you.

The thing is, at the very last sec, I changed my mind for the fiftieth time and brought my hipster. And I ended up with a pair that looks like the other pair. The pair that I left sitting in my room. The logic was, I could easily replace my hipster. And that my mom would say, it's the right thing to do.

Wrong.

I almost wanted to die in the dressing room when I realised how much this looks like the other pair. And wished like hell that I actually didn't change my mind. Or have brought both. Felt like slapping myself left right upside down.

Bought the Levi's. Begged the salesgirl to not give away my hipster and promised profusely that I will return before 9.30pm to redeem it with my other pair. Neways, my home is only half an hour away. It's a Friday and I have all the time in the world. A few measly bugs for mrt is definitely worth getting my beloved hipster back. Safely.

~You'd never realise what you want most 'til you start missing it.~

Choices.

Eeny meeny miiny mo..

Which pair of jeans should I sacrifice?

The mid-waisted almost-black pair that I seldom wear 'cause I think it makes me look auntie-ish, but still fits fine and will probably do for the foreseeable future. Bought it years ago at Petaling St. And it looks faded in an old and not so nice way.

An alternative would be a blue hipster, slightly snug and won't fit in the next year or so. Sister bought but couldn't stuff herself into it, so she gave it to me wayy back long ago. The advantage this pair has over the other is I wore it more often. But it doesn't quite reach my ankles when I sit.

Being practical, I would choose the first pair for keepsake. But it has been sitting in my wardrobe collecting dust for months. Then again, a girl certainly needs a pair of denims that doesn't hug her hips tightly like second skin.

Thing is, both are equally cheap and I don't mind trading any of 'em in for a pair of Levi's. Then again, I like both 'em colour and therefore, the decision is to bring the two of them along with me tomorrow. If I can find a pair that matches the colour of any of them, that pair it shall be. Damn. Easier said than done. I know I will wake up in the morning and re-think my strategy.

Blowfish

That's how I feel at the mo.

Bloated.

Very bloated.

Very very bloated.

...

Okay, I know you get the idea.

Dinner was at The Line, Shangri-La Hotel. Damn posh. Check it out.

Partner's treat. Her way of saying thank you for working so hard on the job to meet impossibly tight deadlines. Oh well. Variety was good. Quality of food so-so. Made a beeline for the Jap section when the green flag was waved. Had two helpings of salmon sashimi 'til I got sick of raw fish. Next was crustacean section; I grabbed five oysters for myself and three prawns. They were nice and fresh. Like how I want my seafood to be.

Tried some exotic meat too. Ostrich meat was great while croc's was tough (as expected). Rib eye was salty. What else? Oh, then came the main dish..

Dessert!!

Looked scrumptious, but was nothing amazing. Between the three of us, we helped ourselves to practically each of everything. Everything we saw, we wanted and grabbed, only to regret later. Needless to say, after a tad too much of chocolates, cheesecakes, weird concoctions of assorted colours and flavours which we couldn't know what's what, tiramisu, creme bulee (and the list goes on and on..), we were pretty sick of anything sweet. Period.

Joyce swore off breakfast and lunch and dinner tomorrow. I'm just skipping the first meal. Don't think I can survive without food any longer than that. Yeah.

P.S. will post the pics on fb if I ever get them.

~dittos~

Wishing on the same star.

It was another typical Saturday afternoon. Lazy and sunny. The clock read 13:41. Most Singaporeans probably just got out from underneath their warm covers, looking forward to the weekend after five crazy days at work.

Including me (wait, I only had four, ha!).

The feeder bus I boarded was heading towards the next stop. About 10-20 metres away. Estimated speed at that time, based on whatever brag-worthy driving experience I had, was 20-30km/h. Though there were plenty of seats vacant, I chose to stand because I had a big red luggage at hand.

Which, incidentally, put me in a strategic position to have an excellent view of what was going to happen in the next five minutes.

I saw this guy, gesturing wildly at someone/something on the opposite side of the road. Though yes, he was standing at the side of the road, out of the traffic, it didn't take an idiot to see that his arm was in the way of oncoming vehicles.

Especially one as big as a friggin' bus!

O.o

And 'cause he was obviously too engrossed in what was happening on the other side of the road, he didn't see what was coming his way. Unfortunately, the bus driver didn't actually spot him before it was too late. I heard the horn blare just one split second before the afternoon became not-so-typical-after-all for the lot of us.

*BHAM*

!!!

My only thought at that mo: there goes his poor arm.

Then, everything went into chaos. Would-be passengers at the stop had horrified expressions painted on their faces. Those sitting at the back of the bus quickly rushed to the window to have a view, only to gasp in equal horror. Parents were shielding their kids disallowing them from becoming witness to what potentially would be the ghastly sight to haunt their dreams for that night.

As for me - call me a coward - but I didn't bother, or dare to, even glance out of the window. What's the point.. It won't help the poor guy salvage his arm if I looked; besides, I don't want to terrify the daylights out of myself. Lets just say I ain't the biggest fan of gruesome movies like Saw. I definitely didn't want to lose my lunch before I even had it.

So, in the next few minutes, the bus was abuzz with people trying to guess what happened. Typical kpc behaviour. Everyone was guessing whose fault was it: the guy who couldn't keep his hand to himself and ended up losing it, or the bus driver who failed to keep his eyes open wide enough to spot the guy.

I suppose it was decided on the former, 'cause the same driver was behind the wheel of the bus I took to get home this afternoon. I almost wanted to march up to him and ask, so how's the guy you knocked down two days ago?

Nah, I didn't.. Just hope he is alright and learnt his lesson well.

Watch where you are sticking your hand to!

Neways, besides that little drama, I had a pretty okay weekend. Spent loads of money, though not on myself. Damn exhausted, I feel like even if I sleep 12 hours tonight I would still wake up tomorow morning feeling lethargic.

The things a girl would do just to make her guy happy.

~Happy Deepavali~