Wandom Wamblings

Today I went shopping with a friend, PJC. She had to buy 'stuff' for her boyfriend, Model guy. Yeah, he is a model, and hot too! She once showed me a picture in which he is standin bare chested, wearing low waist jeans and i accidentally(believe you me) let slip that i wished his jeans were lower! Don't scoff! He is hot! And she is possessive! Excessively so.
So PJC bought Model guy Calvin Klein glares for Rs. 7040 only, a wallet, a kurti, a box of chocolates for 725 bucks(heehee) and still plans to buy more. Lucky Model guy. She has dumped all this in my house because her mommy dearest, who is a freak by the way, is down from Japan(which is where she lives).
At Fab India, where we'd gone looking for a kurti for Model guy, I found such cute kurtis(a first for me at Fabby which got me very excited)! BUT, nothing fit! Nothing. The guy said I would fit into medium and I found this incredibly cute pink kurti which turned out to be huge! One and a half of me could have fit in it! Small was loose on the waist and extra small*rolling my eyes* was extra tight. I couldn't breathe in it! So i walked out of Fabby without having bought anything, again.
At Nick Nish, I happened to come across this box of plastic rubber bands. Something I haven't seen in ages! I remember how precious these used to be when I was a kid! My hair used to come all over my face so mum used to tie a 'fountain' on the top of my head. I hated using normal rubber bands because they hurt when i pulled them off. For 'special occasions' i had scores of colourful elastic bands which used to come in pairs and had beads and stuff hanging from them. I used to keep these in a big, round cookie box and be very carefull with them since my aunts had brought them for me from 'foren'. One such elastic band that I distinctly remember was a bright pink one and had a pink helicopter with blue propellers hanging from it. The blue propellers actually used to spin when i spun them! But for school I needed black rubberbands and these mum used to buy from A.C. Market because they wern't available anywhere else. I was warned not to lose them or else I would have to use the normal rubberbands which hurt. I used to come home from school, ask mum to open my 'fountain' and keep the plastic rubberband in the designated box(this was much smaller then the big, round cookoi box). If I did lose one of these, I would dread telling her and would cook up stories to save my ass. And a box of about hundred of these for 15 bucks! Sheesh! I bought it : | .