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Friday, January 7

Not quite Imelda Marcos.

 If my late tok was still around, she would probably be smiling looking at how I have (susun my sepatu) arranged my shoes.

It's probably just 1% of what Imelda Marcos had.
On the other hand, my father would probably be screaming his heart out at the amount of shoes I have. The picture above, my dear friends, are half of the shoes I managed to arrange while sorting out the shoes that are to be thrown and which shoes that will be coming home to Mummy. I am cracking my head now thinking how I am going to store all of my shoes in my home in Subang Jaya, as my second brother has a 10 feet shelf all to himself. *coughs*

I did not think long and hard before chucking them in the garbage bag because if I did so, I wouldn't be able to throw any of them away. I know which ones were bought on impulse, which one was bought with my first paycheck, which one was bought with careful thought of my backbone, and which ones were bought because they looked to opretty and gentle to my pocket to be left on display. I gave all of my boots to Ndya because we share the same size and they are still in good condition! I wish I am more business minded like Anna and Capek and can sell some of my things on Ebay, but sadly, I don't have the time to do so. 

Why do women buy shoes? Because it's the only thing that doesn't change in size over the years!!!! Am I right, women? Oh, and handbags too...:D

Or maybe, I'm waiting for my prince to hand me those glass slippers!