Grrrrrrrr. I just received my 3 bags after 2 months of agonizing wait. And guess what? I don't like ALL the bags!!!!! In fact, I am disgusted with them. I can't believe how ugly they look in real life.
Omggggg, what a waste of money :(
No more bags in a long time, I promise. I think I've been a really good girl, I only bought one item online this month!!!! *pats myself on the back* Its a huge achievement I feel awesome.
Gossip Girl time now!!!!!!!!!!!!! I promise I will study, tomorrow ;)
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Yucks
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Somehow stats managed to PISS ME OFF!!!!!!!
The angst inside me is building up exponentially as try to figure you out.
No matter how hard I try to comprehend you, I still am unable to understand you.
Whoever said that women are the hardest to understand is WRONG. That person must have never come across something called "STATISTICS"!!!!!!!!!!
How am I supposed to do the questions when I don't even know how to begin???
Frustrated.
Somehow stats managed to PISS ME OFF!!!!!!!
The angst inside me is building up exponentially as try to figure you out.
No matter how hard I try to comprehend you, I still am unable to understand you.
Whoever said that women are the hardest to understand is WRONG. That person must have never come across something called "STATISTICS"!!!!!!!!!!
How am I supposed to do the questions when I don't even know how to begin???
Frustrated.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
FAT people on MRT
Omg what's with today that fat people simply gravitate towards me in the MRT??? Hahaha, come to think of it the pull of gravity is extremely strong especially on these people (okay not funny).
It is so annoying to be in a peaceful slumber and suddenly nastily roused awake by a blob of fat plonking her enormous butt on the seat next to me.
Don't get me wrong. I totally have nothing against fat people - not until today's experience. I actually enjoy staring at fats (kinda like a fetish). The way it bounces with movement, and how well it envelops itself around a body forming a sort of flabby cushiony area is really interesting and cute. Its quite amazing to observe how much fat a person can be made of.
I am fine with the lady disturbing my little nap (it happens very frequently on the train anyway) and I am sure she probably didn't mean it. Normally I would go back to sleep soon after. But today, I simply could not.
The lady was so fat that her legs and arms were TOUCHING me. I hate being in physical contact with anyone so it made me really really irritated. I tried to make myself as compact as possible and squeezed myself to the corner, but she was still touching me. GRRRRRR. I felt squished. If only I was a gas, I could be compress myself and save myself from this misery.
Anyway this happened TWICE today. Two different fat women sat beside me in the train (one in the morning and one in the evening) and squished me up. I had no space, I couldn't move.
I really wonder if they were aware that they were taking up FAR TOO MUCH SPACE that they were intruding into mine. When one of the women alighted, I realised that she was taking up 1 1/3 seats. Do they know how much their huge mass can inconvenience others??? Are they just ignorant or probably they are taking advantage of the fact that I take up less space that they can use up.
Do they know the meaning of "personal space"??? I feel as though my privacy has been compromised!! This invasion of personal space makes me really angsty.
I'm sure that the reason for having butt-shaped compressions on the seats on the MRT is more than just for comfort. It is an obvious demarcation of where the boundaries of the seats lie. There should be an unspoken rule (out of respect and courtesy) that one should never cross the "imaginary barrier". If not, that would be an intrusion of the other's personal space. It is just plain rude.
But unfortunately fat people can't help it when they take up more space than they are supposed to. It is impossible for their butt to fit nicely into the seat, and their body will definitely spill out onto the neighbouring seats (spillover effect + negative externalities).
If you find that you are too fat that you will take up more than one seat, either find two seats to rest each of your butt cheeks, or else just stand throughout the journey. Be considerate and don't impose yourself on others. It is your fault that you are so fat (what have you been eating??!!). Don't make others suffer for your apparent lack of self control!!
I used to think that it is ridiculous for airlines to charge obese people for 2 seats instead of one but now I fully support that policy. It is only fair to the average person who takes up a 'normal' amount of space on the plane that someone who requires more space pay for the extra space. It would also be more comfortable for both parties.
Perhaps SMRT would like to make the width of the gantries leading to the platform smaller, thus only allowing 'normal' sized people whose butts would fit nicely onto the seats to board the train. Those who are unable to pass through the "smaller" gantries will be escorted to a special cabin. A special cabin created to tailor to the needs of people who require larger seats. The seats in this cabin would have no markings, people there can squish themselves against others all they want.
It is so annoying to be in a peaceful slumber and suddenly nastily roused awake by a blob of fat plonking her enormous butt on the seat next to me.
Don't get me wrong. I totally have nothing against fat people - not until today's experience. I actually enjoy staring at fats (kinda like a fetish). The way it bounces with movement, and how well it envelops itself around a body forming a sort of flabby cushiony area is really interesting and cute. Its quite amazing to observe how much fat a person can be made of.
I am fine with the lady disturbing my little nap (it happens very frequently on the train anyway) and I am sure she probably didn't mean it. Normally I would go back to sleep soon after. But today, I simply could not.
The lady was so fat that her legs and arms were TOUCHING me. I hate being in physical contact with anyone so it made me really really irritated. I tried to make myself as compact as possible and squeezed myself to the corner, but she was still touching me. GRRRRRR. I felt squished. If only I was a gas, I could be compress myself and save myself from this misery.
Anyway this happened TWICE today. Two different fat women sat beside me in the train (one in the morning and one in the evening) and squished me up. I had no space, I couldn't move.
I really wonder if they were aware that they were taking up FAR TOO MUCH SPACE that they were intruding into mine. When one of the women alighted, I realised that she was taking up 1 1/3 seats. Do they know how much their huge mass can inconvenience others??? Are they just ignorant or probably they are taking advantage of the fact that I take up less space that they can use up.
Do they know the meaning of "personal space"??? I feel as though my privacy has been compromised!! This invasion of personal space makes me really angsty.
I'm sure that the reason for having butt-shaped compressions on the seats on the MRT is more than just for comfort. It is an obvious demarcation of where the boundaries of the seats lie. There should be an unspoken rule (out of respect and courtesy) that one should never cross the "imaginary barrier". If not, that would be an intrusion of the other's personal space. It is just plain rude.
But unfortunately fat people can't help it when they take up more space than they are supposed to. It is impossible for their butt to fit nicely into the seat, and their body will definitely spill out onto the neighbouring seats (spillover effect + negative externalities).
If you find that you are too fat that you will take up more than one seat, either find two seats to rest each of your butt cheeks, or else just stand throughout the journey. Be considerate and don't impose yourself on others. It is your fault that you are so fat (what have you been eating??!!). Don't make others suffer for your apparent lack of self control!!
I used to think that it is ridiculous for airlines to charge obese people for 2 seats instead of one but now I fully support that policy. It is only fair to the average person who takes up a 'normal' amount of space on the plane that someone who requires more space pay for the extra space. It would also be more comfortable for both parties.
Perhaps SMRT would like to make the width of the gantries leading to the platform smaller, thus only allowing 'normal' sized people whose butts would fit nicely onto the seats to board the train. Those who are unable to pass through the "smaller" gantries will be escorted to a special cabin. A special cabin created to tailor to the needs of people who require larger seats. The seats in this cabin would have no markings, people there can squish themselves against others all they want.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Gross
Arghhhhh wth I just bathed, and was sitting peacefully in my chair....
until A FREAKING COCKROACH LANDED ON MY LEG!!!!!!!!!
I feel so dirty all over again!!!!!!
It is so revolting just thinking how huge and brown the cockroach was, and the fact that it actually CAME INTO CONTACT with my skin. Ewwwwwwwww.
It is simply undeniable evidence in showing the extent of how filthy and dirty my room is till it has become a breeding ground for pests.
Thanks Mr cockroach.... I will be cleaning my room tomorrow, and destroy your nest!!!!
until A FREAKING COCKROACH LANDED ON MY LEG!!!!!!!!!
I feel so dirty all over again!!!!!!
It is so revolting just thinking how huge and brown the cockroach was, and the fact that it actually CAME INTO CONTACT with my skin. Ewwwwwwwww.
It is simply undeniable evidence in showing the extent of how filthy and dirty my room is till it has become a breeding ground for pests.
Thanks Mr cockroach.... I will be cleaning my room tomorrow, and destroy your nest!!!!
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Paranoia
Okkkk I am far too paranoid. I should stop worrying unnecessarily!!!!!!!!!!!
It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin
It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin
At the foot of the cross
Trade my ashes in for beauty
And wear forgiveness like a crown
..............
Friday, September 17, 2010
Shopaholics Anonymous
I was bored, so I randomly typed "shopaholic anonymous" in my google bar.
I thought shopaholic anonymous was my novel idea, a randomly made up title for my blog inspired by "alcoholics anonymous".
To my surprise, shopaholics anonymous actually existed. There was even this Shopaholics Anonymous website!
I did the tests on their site to determine whether I was a compulsive buyer, and true enough I accumulated points high enough to put me on the compulsive shopper category.
I hate to admit I answered "Yes" to all the above statements.
Taken from the website:
I really like this website. I feel as though it is addressing me personally.
I agree with almost everything on the site! Is it psychic or what? It seems to be reading my mind!!!!
I have this insatiable desire to obtain more material stuff, even though I do not need it. I can confidently say that I have more than enough clothes, shoes, accessories, bags to last me another 10 years or even more. But yet, I always want more.
Though I am spending within my means, its still not good enough because I am literally spending within my means. I spend almost all the money I have, and probably less than 1% goes to my savings -badddd!!!!!!
To me, shopping is like a blanket of comfort.
I find comfort and happiness in the company of my belongings. Maybe I am weird or something, but just looking at my clothes/accessories in my wardrobe makes me happy. It makes me feel as though everything in my life is all fine and merry...If only that was all to life.
After reading all the articles, I feel all the more convinced that something has to be done about my spending habits. It may not be that serious now as compared to the spending patterns of some other people, but I figure this is only the beginning. I must take control before it spirals into something worse, when I fall into debt etc.
What's worse than sinning is sinning knowingly and continuously.
I know what I am doing is wrong, but somehow I still continue to do it. What I really need now is the fruit of self-control and a really strong mind.
I guess there has been some improvement since the previous months ... But more can be done!!!!
Probably the wisest thing to do is to avoid shopping malls at all cost and hide my ibank device in a secure location. I must constantly remind myself that I DO NOT have to buying anything each time I step out of the house!!!!!!!!
I love this particular line from the article (regarding the feeling of longing to buy something)
YES. I MUST STOP SCRATCHING ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It took me quite a bit of courage to type this all out. I can't be lying to myself anymore, telling myself that it is alright, it is normal. I cannot ignore this anymore. It is as stupid as ignoring a ticking time bomb strapped to your chest (unless you are a terrorist). I must be rational and do rational things....
I thought shopaholic anonymous was my novel idea, a randomly made up title for my blog inspired by "alcoholics anonymous".
To my surprise, shopaholics anonymous actually existed. There was even this Shopaholics Anonymous website!
I did the tests on their site to determine whether I was a compulsive buyer, and true enough I accumulated points high enough to put me on the compulsive shopper category.
My closet has unopened shopping bags in it. Others might consider me a "shopaholic." Much of my life centers around buying things. I buy things I don’t need. I buy things I did not plan to buy. I consider myself an impulse purchaser. Do you “take off for the stores” when you’ve experienced a setback or a disappointment, or when you feel angry or scared? When you shop, do you feel a rush of euphoria mixed with feelings of anxiety? Do you feel you’re performing a dangerous, reckless or forbidden act when you shop? When you return home after shopping, do you feel guilty, ashamed, embarrassed or confused? Are many of your purchases seldom or never worn or used? Do you lie to your family or friends about what you buy and how much you spend? Do you think about money excessively – how much you have, how much you owe, how much you wish you had – and then go out and shop again?
I hate to admit I answered "Yes" to all the above statements.
Taken from the website:
Compulsive Shopping seems to be associated with:
* Emotional deprivation in childhood
* Inability to tolerate negative feelings, pain, loneliness, boredom, depression, fear, anger
* Need to fill an inner void – empty and longing inside
* Excitement seeking
* Approval seeking
* Perfectionism
* Genuinely impulsive and compulsive
* Need to gain control
People who become preoccupied with buying stuff and repeatedly spend money on items, regardless of need, are commonly referred to as shopaholics. Scientists call it compulsive buying.
Compulsive buying was linked to materialism, reduced self-esteem, depression, anxiety and stress. Compulsive shoppers had positive feelings associated with buying, and they also tended to hide purchases, return items, have more family arguments about purchases and have more maxed-out credit cards. A dwindling bank account is just one of the upshots of shopping 'til you drop. Others include family conflicts, stress, depression and loss of self-esteem.
New research reveals while some super-shoppers spend to boost self-esteem and band-aid other perceived internal deficits, others' carts are driven by plain-old materialism.
I really like this website. I feel as though it is addressing me personally.
I agree with almost everything on the site! Is it psychic or what? It seems to be reading my mind!!!!
I have this insatiable desire to obtain more material stuff, even though I do not need it. I can confidently say that I have more than enough clothes, shoes, accessories, bags to last me another 10 years or even more. But yet, I always want more.
Though I am spending within my means, its still not good enough because I am literally spending within my means. I spend almost all the money I have, and probably less than 1% goes to my savings -badddd!!!!!!
To me, shopping is like a blanket of comfort.
I find comfort and happiness in the company of my belongings. Maybe I am weird or something, but just looking at my clothes/accessories in my wardrobe makes me happy. It makes me feel as though everything in my life is all fine and merry...If only that was all to life.
After reading all the articles, I feel all the more convinced that something has to be done about my spending habits. It may not be that serious now as compared to the spending patterns of some other people, but I figure this is only the beginning. I must take control before it spirals into something worse, when I fall into debt etc.
What's worse than sinning is sinning knowingly and continuously.
I know what I am doing is wrong, but somehow I still continue to do it. What I really need now is the fruit of self-control and a really strong mind.
I guess there has been some improvement since the previous months ... But more can be done!!!!
Probably the wisest thing to do is to avoid shopping malls at all cost and hide my ibank device in a secure location. I must constantly remind myself that I DO NOT have to buying anything each time I step out of the house!!!!!!!!
I love this particular line from the article (regarding the feeling of longing to buy something)
"It's like having an itch and they have got to scratch it. And they don't realize that just like an itch, if they don't scratch it sooner or later the itch will go away."
YES. I MUST STOP SCRATCHING ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It took me quite a bit of courage to type this all out. I can't be lying to myself anymore, telling myself that it is alright, it is normal. I cannot ignore this anymore. It is as stupid as ignoring a ticking time bomb strapped to your chest (unless you are a terrorist). I must be rational and do rational things....
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Incompetence
Omg today is the day I feel the stupidest ever. I feel dumb quite often but today...I felt so infinitely stupid that I really wanted a cave to hide myself, bury my head in the ground, huddle up and cry.
I think I am going to get sacked!!!!! :(
Wth, I didn't know how to do so many questions today and I feel really really horrible.
All I could think about was the Double Rainbow song (IT IS AWESOME!!).
I don't know if it is because I put it on repeat for the whole day, that somehow the hypnotic tune caused me to lose my brain matter.
The whole time I was staring at circles and angles trying very hard to see the light and figure something out. It was so retarded because all I had in my head was "Double rainbow all way across the skyyyyy like yeahhhhhhh!!!! So intense!". It was so difficult to focus with the rainbow song stuck in my head screaming "DOUBLE RAINBOW" intermittently.
Arghhh I wanted to give up and die on the spot. How can I not be able to solve questions pertaining to circles and angles??!?!?! It is supposedly my forte. However, after having an ugly confrontation with circles and all his friends, I don't like it anymore.
Eh like hello, who puts circles into triangles, and triangles into circles??? How useful is that!!
After an hour of staring hostilely at the "impossible circles" question and engaging in intellectual banter with my brother, I finally saw the light bringing me out of my mathematical misery. A series of enlightenment followed soon after. But I couldn't feel much smarter because the answers were staring right at me IN MY FACE. Could I be stupider to not have seen the answer earlier?!?
However, one thing I like about doing math is the huge sense of achievement I get whenever I manage to get the correct answer. I feel like a hero - I have conquered and trampled over my enemy (like after completing a L4D mission).
TO MATH: I WON'T BE DEFEATED. I WILL FIGHT YOU FOREVER.
I would like to put the blame on the double rainbow song but I guess my ineptitude is something that cannot be dismissed.
I feel so awful spending so much time thinking about how to solve the question and end up taking a picture of the question to ask my brother for help!! Loser to the max!!!!!!!!!
My student has really been tolerant and merciful. Who can stand an incompetent tutor who gives wrong answers, refers to textbooks repeatedly, unsure of formulas, unable to solve math questions!!!!
Ok, so I am bracing myself for getting sacked. I totally understand. If I were him, I would have sacked myself long time ago.
I am so disappointed in myself.... Like seriously, what I am capable of in life besides spending money?????
I think I am going to get sacked!!!!! :(
Wth, I didn't know how to do so many questions today and I feel really really horrible.
All I could think about was the Double Rainbow song (IT IS AWESOME!!).
I don't know if it is because I put it on repeat for the whole day, that somehow the hypnotic tune caused me to lose my brain matter.
The whole time I was staring at circles and angles trying very hard to see the light and figure something out. It was so retarded because all I had in my head was "Double rainbow all way across the skyyyyy like yeahhhhhhh!!!! So intense!". It was so difficult to focus with the rainbow song stuck in my head screaming "DOUBLE RAINBOW" intermittently.
Arghhh I wanted to give up and die on the spot. How can I not be able to solve questions pertaining to circles and angles??!?!?! It is supposedly my forte. However, after having an ugly confrontation with circles and all his friends, I don't like it anymore.
Eh like hello, who puts circles into triangles, and triangles into circles??? How useful is that!!
After an hour of staring hostilely at the "impossible circles" question and engaging in intellectual banter with my brother, I finally saw the light bringing me out of my mathematical misery. A series of enlightenment followed soon after. But I couldn't feel much smarter because the answers were staring right at me IN MY FACE. Could I be stupider to not have seen the answer earlier?!?
However, one thing I like about doing math is the huge sense of achievement I get whenever I manage to get the correct answer. I feel like a hero - I have conquered and trampled over my enemy (like after completing a L4D mission).
TO MATH: I WON'T BE DEFEATED. I WILL FIGHT YOU FOREVER.
I would like to put the blame on the double rainbow song but I guess my ineptitude is something that cannot be dismissed.
I feel so awful spending so much time thinking about how to solve the question and end up taking a picture of the question to ask my brother for help!! Loser to the max!!!!!!!!!
My student has really been tolerant and merciful. Who can stand an incompetent tutor who gives wrong answers, refers to textbooks repeatedly, unsure of formulas, unable to solve math questions!!!!
Ok, so I am bracing myself for getting sacked. I totally understand. If I were him, I would have sacked myself long time ago.
I am so disappointed in myself.... Like seriously, what I am capable of in life besides spending money?????
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Tin boxes
After half a month of resistance... I fell and succumbed to temptation
51.
I have this growing obsession with collecting boxes from Hersheys. Every time I go to Tampines Mall I can't help but to walk into the Hershey's store to buy another box!!!!
Omg, as I look at the mess in my room, I feel like I am a karang guni hoarding all kinds of stuff. I feel the urgent need to tidy up my room, but the sheer magnitude of things that need cleaning up is turning me off.
Probably one fine day when I am feeling incredibly assiduous, I will get to work.
51.
I have this growing obsession with collecting boxes from Hersheys. Every time I go to Tampines Mall I can't help but to walk into the Hershey's store to buy another box!!!!
Omg, as I look at the mess in my room, I feel like I am a karang guni hoarding all kinds of stuff. I feel the urgent need to tidy up my room, but the sheer magnitude of things that need cleaning up is turning me off.
Probably one fine day when I am feeling incredibly assiduous, I will get to work.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Reformation
Its the 10th of September today, and I have yet to buy anything (online)!!!!!!!!
It feels really good to know that I have made such awesome progress. Like woooohooooooo I have lived for 1/3 of a month without buying any clothes!!!! Shopping to me is like food and water, it is my basic need. I never thought I could ever survive but I did!!! :)
AND IT FEELS GREAT.
It feels really good to know that I have made such awesome progress. Like woooohooooooo I have lived for 1/3 of a month without buying any clothes!!!! Shopping to me is like food and water, it is my basic need. I never thought I could ever survive but I did!!! :)
AND IT FEELS GREAT.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Policy Paradox
THIS BOOK.....
Is the most expensive book (TEXTBOOK) I ever bought in my 13 years (OMG I AM OLD) of education.
Priced at $69.90 for a book so thin (it is slimmer than my wrists), it is definitely something epic that is worth recording amidst all the clothes that I have been buying.
Hopefully the insights that I gain from reading this will empower and enable me to draft brilliant policies when I become MP in the future. Then I will look back and tell myself that this is a worthy investment indeed.
It is also interesting to note that apparently, this textbook has been a source of misfortune for someone. Its price is alleged to have been so shocking, causing that individual to trip and resulted in a sprained ankle. Unfortunate but funny hmmmm.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Omg, I realised that my chinese is that bad when I have to rely on Google Translate to comprehend the meaning of a chinese sentence on facebook.
Sighhhh, I am just monolingual (until I master Korean). :(
Sighhhh, I am just monolingual (until I master Korean). :(
Friday, September 3, 2010
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW. I can't stop going on about how awesome today is.
I've completed my work, killed lots of zombies and I feel so accomplished. I realised that I really love to kill zombies. The joy I feel when I slash them with a katana and see their blood gushing out as they are beheaded is indescribable. I feel soooo happy. Maybe I am secretly sadistic.
Sadly my rampage has to come to an end as I have to go for tuition soon. If I am able to answer all the questions correctly, then undoubtedly today will be the most awesomest day ever.
And best, if I can have EARTHQUAKE for dinner... *salivates*
I've completed my work, killed lots of zombies and I feel so accomplished. I realised that I really love to kill zombies. The joy I feel when I slash them with a katana and see their blood gushing out as they are beheaded is indescribable. I feel soooo happy. Maybe I am secretly sadistic.
Sadly my rampage has to come to an end as I have to go for tuition soon. If I am able to answer all the questions correctly, then undoubtedly today will be the most awesomest day ever.
And best, if I can have EARTHQUAKE for dinner... *salivates*
Invoke
It is times like this, when I have the luxury to wake up in the afternoon (like finally) and I sit in front of my laptop, slurping a bowl of curry maggie noodles for lunch, listening to a variety of Justin Bieber songs... that I deeply reflect on the current state of my life and where I am headed.
Magnificent moments like this... The serenity (perhaps minus Bieber), the peace, the tranquil.
Revelation after revelation.
I guess it is time to stop daydreaming and start doing my tutorials (YUCKS).
The rest, God will provide.
주님은 나의 목자 시니
Magnificent moments like this... The serenity (perhaps minus Bieber), the peace, the tranquil.
Revelation after revelation.
I guess it is time to stop daydreaming and start doing my tutorials (YUCKS).
The rest, God will provide.
주님은 나의 목자 시니
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wedges
I have this odd fascination with wedges recently.
Its rather strange as I've never really liked wedges or anything with heels because
- I think that I am tall enough (in my opinion)
- It is pure tortue to walk or even stand in those things
But I have been mysteriously captivated by its curves and sleek nature, and entranced by its height and stature.
So pretty!!!!!!!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Indisputably irresistable.
My experience today with my 3.5 inch wedge has induced a startling epiphany.
Wedges/heels or simply just any form of highly elevated footwear, is the epitome of torture.
Voluntary torture.
I think I'm crazy to put myself through all that pain and agony. All the self induced pain - in the name of vanity.
Pain is the price to pay for wearing nice shoes. Life is unfair like that.
Wearing wedges for me, has totally redefined my tolerance for pain, and heightened my endurance level. Actually I am quite proud of myself for not taking my shoes off halfway..
After this experience, I'm certain that I can undertake all kinds of hardship. I am even ready to enter army already!!!
Its rather strange as I've never really liked wedges or anything with heels because
- I think that I am tall enough (in my opinion)
- It is pure tortue to walk or even stand in those things
But I have been mysteriously captivated by its curves and sleek nature, and entranced by its height and stature.
So pretty!!!!!!!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Indisputably irresistable.
My experience today with my 3.5 inch wedge has induced a startling epiphany.
Wedges/heels or simply just any form of highly elevated footwear, is the epitome of torture.
Voluntary torture.
I think I'm crazy to put myself through all that pain and agony. All the self induced pain - in the name of vanity.
Pain is the price to pay for wearing nice shoes. Life is unfair like that.
Wearing wedges for me, has totally redefined my tolerance for pain, and heightened my endurance level. Actually I am quite proud of myself for not taking my shoes off halfway..
After this experience, I'm certain that I can undertake all kinds of hardship. I am even ready to enter army already!!!
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