Ruined

I woke up early this particular Saturday to pick up some pants from a nearby tailoring shop. I had these three pants altered. I paid my tailor P180. When I got home I realized that the most important pair of pants was ruined… It wasn’t ruined ruined… It didn’t fit me anymore! What the heck happened!? I asked myself… I compared it with the other pants. They’re completely fine.

Suddenly all my attention was on this particular pair of pants… trousers as what I usually call them. “What am I supposed to do? It’d be impossible to find the same pants.”

All of a sudden I took my camera, mat and several stuffs out. I turned the computer on. I started to type descriptions of some pullovers, pants and a bag. I was planning to list them on Ebay.

My explanation for this behavior is very simple: It’s difficult for me to find a nice pair of pants that would fit me really well- could make me look chic and all. It’s very difficult to find pants that I could “glide in.” Wow… I want to say that again “I glide in these pants… I don’t simply wear them.” I simply know that I really like one when I see one- before I even touch it. And now, my tailor ruined it. He ruined everything. I never wore that pants outside my room simply because I was reserving it for a very special occasion… And now it’s totally ruined.