Last weekend, I broke a pair of sunglasses.
It was only a month old.
I wore them on weekends.
On weekdays, I wore my cheapy ones - afraid that I'll ruin the nice ones.
I wore them my entire trip in Cherating.
I loved them to bits.
Beyond repair.
The last pair in that design.
Yesterday, while getting dressed for a meeting, I broke my belt.
A thin black weaved belt.
Beyond repair.
Nothing to hold my pants up.
In a foreign country.
An hour before the meeting.
Also yesterday, I was on the way back home from Singapore. 5 hours traveling down Monday night, 5 hours traveling up Tuesday evening, for a meeting that only took half an hour. Brilliant! Anxious to see my boyfriend after that extremely tiring ordeal, I find out 10 minutes before I arrive that his car can't start.
The battery broke.
Beyond repair.
He's stranded.
And so am I.
At two ends of the city.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
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4 comments:
Hah Hah, you should've seen the look on my face when my car failed. I was like: oh.shit.no.way.dammit.
@praveen:i wish i could've rescued you. I didn't have a car. and the LRT doesn't extend to that area. anyhow, glad it's fixed :)
You were so upset that you had to BLOG about it? All YOUR fault lah, Rajan! Damn OUT lah you!
/end pokefire
@ranga:I'm actually still sulking over my sunnies more than his car battery or my leather belt :P
Oh well, at least there's a good reason to go shopping now.
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