last friday, i bought a pair of cheap jeans. you see, last january, i promised myself i'd lose a lot of weight and that i'd buy clothes once i've lost everything i've set out to lose. well, i lost some, and then i stopped watching what i ate and exercising, so i gained back some of what i've lost. and i'm miserable not buying, especially since my jeans have all but faded in the wash. and you do know how everyone seems to be wearing dark rinse, so i decided to be kind myself and bought me a pair of jeans. but only the cheap kind - i still intend to lose a lot of weight, i just don't intend to wear old, worn-out jeans till then.
but this post isn't just about jeans, it's about the memories of cheap jeans - what my jewel a.k.a. atty. hazel and i used to call juju jeans - and all those times i spent shopping with her back with WU years. you see, when i was younger, i didn't have a lot of friends. i probably had a good friend or two from my class and spent all of my free time with atty. hazel and malk and chio (and my sisters, but that's a different issue altogether, haha!).
of course as with all friendship, we had our major issues, and there were times that i couldn't wait to go back home to "escape" them. i suppose i wasn't too happy with her either -she had a boyfriend real early, dated the most inappropriate boys (and men --we were horrible at picking them, i tell you), and got three quatros on her second semester in UB. and while she discouraged one of our dearest benefeciaries *in our tuloy foundation) from taking up education when the latter finally went to college and hated the fact that her grandfather was a lawyer (she felt they were poor growing up cause he never made much as a lawyer), irony of ironies was the fact that she took up education in UB in preparation for law. and while she did "succeed" in discouraging me from going to with WU right after graduation,she eventually follow me, albeit two years later.
still, i'd like to believe that my college self was correct - she is my best friend. so what if she hates north park (which i love) and thinks my curtains are cheap? she was the one who taught me how to ride a bike without training wheels, inspired me to be an amazing driver like her, and made sure that i was first in line for the entrance test even if my last name starts with the letter "c". to this day,she still buys random things with flowers simply because i love flowers on things, and faithfully saved in a box where i can claim once i go to her pad. her budget is overstretched from the present loot at Cath K online sale and last months trip to 3 continents. i may not look like her in terms of waist size or of being an attorney, but i look at my toenails and im affirmed that i am her bes friend through and through.
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