Well. I saw this pair of FCUK jeans on friday. Love at first sight. Went straight up. Looked for the price tag. All it wrote was "Buy me, bring me home."
Saturday. Saw that jeans again. Held it up and rested it on my legs. It spoked "Wear me and I'm all yours"
Sunday. Brought it into the changing room. Wore it. Peeped into my wallet. Saw my NETs card jumping and waving frantically. Took off that jeans. Placed it back on the rack.
The old me would have just bought that denim trousers. But I am not the old me anymore. Not when I have to think how I spend now. I gave up alot of things. But I believe its all for the greater good.
Practising restraint is a virtue. Living with it is a torment.
