Filed under: wanderlust
Before the photos are covered with dust and cobwebs, I thought I’ll post them up. But first let me present to you my partners-in-crime in Hong Kong (’scuse my shitty photo editing).
Filed under: rant
People who bubble and then give stupid, unbelievable or worse, fake, excuses should all go choke on a dick.
This morning, the stupid ankle strap on one side of my heels came off and it had to happen on the very one day that I did not bring a pair of slippers with me. It was too late for me to go back home and change because I was already in the bloody MRT. I also couldn’t get a new pair because there are no shops AT ALL in Newton station (except 7-11 but the hell I would buy their slippers) and none at the Botanics too. wasn’t going to limp my way up the hill to the building so desperate situation calls for desperate measures. I yanked out the other side’s ankle strap and voila, I transformed the heels into slip-ons. Luckily it was a pair of low wedge heels so it looked fine even after the emergency surgery. It was just a bit noisy but whatever, better than nothing. Next time I’ll be sure to double check shoes that I have not worn in ages before I step out of the house in them and I promise to always bring a pair of slippers with me. I like high heels but I prefer to look at them, buy them and keep them. I have many pairs languishing in the shoe cupboard, some worn once for less than 1 hour only. The idea of tottering about the office, or anywhere for that matter, in anything above 1″ is suicidal to me which is why I am married to my Birks, flats and flip-flops. Unless of course a pair of size 5.5 Louboutins land on my lap, maybe then I’ll change my mind.
