the lament of a shoe freak

i was walking in town 2 days ago, and passed by vincci. i couldnt resist stopping by, especially when there's a sale going on. so there i was, in my shoe haven, and i saw rows and rows sandals, there were at least 10 that i like, but alas, with a great sigh i realised that those were all at least 1 1/2 inches high. ah! i sighed again. such pretty shoes! and i cant bring them home because my feet are killing me if i wear heels when i walk to the form 3 blocks. and another reason is, i counted my wearable shoes, and i have at least 20 pairs of heels. i guess i'm turning into carrie bradshaw and her blahniks (but mine are just vinccis, carlo rinos and primavera), but i hope i'm not turning into imelda marcos. and so, i sighed again, walked out of the shop. alas, pretty shoes, parting is such sorrow!

I need a Holiday!!

on the 1st day of school, i was at the last coordination meeting for spm paper code 1119/2. when the last bundle was carried into the team leader's car, i was stumped. pooped. tired. felt like a zombie... yes, i was mentally tired.

the next day i went to school, and felt, for the 1st time the agony of walking to the new form 3 block, which used to be form 4 block and was the agony of all the form 4 teachers. my heels are either 2 inches or 2 1/2 inches high, so just imagine walking a long long way and climbing the tiny tiny steps in my heels to all my classes. and i groaned. my classes are all on the 2nd floor. including my form 4 class.

which is why, i need a holiday. thinking of the next trip...ah! cant wait to see the culture, to visit the historical places....how ppl there live...and to shop!!!