These Shoes Are Not Made For Walking

On 90% of my work days, i go to work wearing sandals (ah, the joy of a non-formal dress code). 9.9% is spent with my feet wrapped up in ballet flats and the remaining 0.1% days will see me in high heels. For a girl who loves pretty stilettos, i should be wearing em' more often but the thought of walking about in them (i do not drive) gives me shivers.

Then last Friday, vanity took over me and i decided to wear heels to the launch of E! News Asia. Usually, i am against wearing heels to work events because there will be plenty of walking and standing involved but i guess i wanted to look nice for any mat sallehs that may be at the launch. So i picked my second-least pain inflicting heels.

Bad idea.

I didn't notice how worn out the shoes have become. The padded area where the balls of my feet go are no longer as comfy as they used to be. By the time i got to work in the morning, my feet were already hurting, and i've got two blisters at the back of my ankles. But still i braved the pain. The venue required guests to climb a flight of stairs to get to the entrance. Great. By that time, i was really feeling it. And the two blisters i had? They burst.

I wanted to enjoy my interview with the hosts (i still reckon E! should have gone with unfamilliar faces)...

...but i was too occupied thinking if it was possible for me to head back to the office and then home without passing out because of pain. No drama here. It was that terrible. When i got back to the office, the sole of my left shoe came off and i had to take an otherwise unnecessary walk to the nearby cobbler.

Back at the office, i removed my shoes and walked about barefooted and noticed a friggin blister on the sole of my foot. One that's the size of a five-cent coin! But yeah, i made it home safely albeit shaking slightly because of the torturous ordeal.

My dear awesome heels, we've had some good times together but it's really time for you to go. I want to give you another shot but i don't fancy risking experiencing another pain like Friday so goodbye. Enjoy shoe-heaven!

My Favourite Colour Is Blue

I stumbled upon this video while surfing on YouTube a few years ago for anything Blue-related and got this. Still cracks me up everytime i watch it. Where got people so perasan one?



And this one is a prank played on Blue themselves. Find out how far they would go in order to please one of their biggest fans. Super funny!

My Four-Legged Love

Seven years ago, Dad told me he was going to buy the textbooks i needed for a new year in high school. After a couple of hours away, he reached home and honked. Since i was already seated comfortably in front of the TV, i was annoyed at having to drag my lazy ass up to open the gate for him to drive the car in. Upon doing so, i walked past the car to get back into the house.

It was then i noticed that something seemed different. I stopped dead in my tracks, walked back to the car and there, sitting next to Dad in the car was a puppy. I was stunned. Dad told me to carry him into the house and i couldn't. I've had fishes, a kitten, hamsters, rabbits and heck, even a chicken but a dog? How the heck was i supposed to deal with a dog?

Turned out, Dad secretly went to SPCA to pick a dog out, to keep me company. Mom was not too pleased about the new addition to the family because of all the cleaning and feeding. I was simply too stunned. For a girl who was afraid of dogs, it took me a while to get used to the fact of having one at home.

Any dog owner will tell you that the first day is usually the toughest. He took his first dump in my parents' bedroom and that night, he wouldn't stop barking, even when we turned the lights on and kept him company in the living room. So, we had to let him out of the cage and allowed him to walk about at home while we slept. Out of the few rooms, he ended up sleeping in mine that night and we woke up the next morning to puddles of pee and poo scattered around the house.

Though he has his naughty moments (many of them, actually), Zipper brought something very special into my life the day he stepped into the house: he taught me how to love animals. He is the reason why i believe in animal rights. He is the reason why i'm no longer afraid of stray animals. He is the reason why i now pay more attention about the plight of animals around the globe. It is amazing how one simple creature (which unfortunately, many take for granted) can teach you so many things.

I just got off from watching Marley and Me and i cannot even imagine what it would feel like to lose Zipper. Already, i can see more white hair growing around his eyes and he gets hurt easier these days. I know as long as the clock keeps ticking, i will have to lose him someday but it really does frighten me to think of a life without him. Life is so wacky. You get to bask in the joy of a new family member but with that also means having to put up with the loss of an additional family member in the future.

Zipper Spykerman, I love you.

Our Respect? Out The Windows.

I came across a story on a blog sometime during the start of Chinese New Year and in it, the writer wrote about having to attend a semi-empty funeral of a love one. Semi-empty because many opted out of paying their respect for fear of attracting any bad luck this Chinese New Year.

Is this what we have come to? Luck over respect? Lady Luck doesn't come often but she doesn't go away as soon as she sees a coffin either. Oh someone please hand me a bucket because i'm about to throw up.

Seriously, what is wrong with these people? Someone has just left us and they decide to stay home instead of going to bid him/her a last goodbye because their stupid feng shui book tells them that they'll be doomed if they do so during the festive season? Please take all the feng shui crap and Lillian Too poster and shove it where the sun doesn't shine.