Saturday, April 30, 2011
Monday, August 06, 2007
Men are like Shoes.....
She has little feet.
She has bought herself 3 pairs of vinyl finished white peeptoe heels of varying heel heights because she wants to find that perfect white pair.....
Who wants white heels in size 3 1/2? E-mail me. She can't use it anyway :P She can't walk in them.
I have learnt, from her shoe-buying habits that...
She searches for the perfect shoes like she searches for the perfect man.
1. Look for cheaper ones first.
2. Try them out then. If there isn't a match, don't bother.
3. If it's ok ok, can do lah. Try to make it fit as best as possible. Try to make it work. (The amount of money she spent on Scholl paddings probably cost more than the shoes now....) If after doing everything, and trying a couple of times more (i.e. 2-3 times, both for shoes, and for men), it still doesn't work, discard. Get new one.
4. Sometimes you find one that fits you perfectly, it'd cost you a lot, though. But it'd be SOOOOO worth it.
Conclusion? Men are like shoes.....
1. The cheap ones wear out fast. And they don't fit very well.
2. The amount of padding and effort used to make it as comfy as possible to fit you isn't worth it, and isn't going to work long term. In fact, it's only going to cost you more.
3. So put the investment and the effort in one that's worth it, one that fits you best.
4. It costs you initially, but it lasts for years and years, and it only gets better with age. It's a long term investment that brings better returns with time.
As for the Miss I know above? She now has shoes she's only worn less than 5 times, less than 5 hours each time. Anyone with size 3 1/2 (36) feet and looking for white peeptoes, let me know. Maybe you can get it from her at a discounted price. :P
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Saturday, March 31, 2007
Juvenile Poetry on a Shopping Spree
Juvenile Poetry on a Shopping Spree
Saturday, 31.03.2007. 0219 hours.
Shopping and having iced chocolate at Dome,
Though I have a full wardrobe sitting at home.
People constantly wonder why I bother,
I always buy the same things, over and over.
Vicious cycle, similar cut,
And I wonder why I'm stuck in a rut.
I choose fashion over style,
What I get is a dose of bile.
I make a mad dash for the latest bandwagon 'thing',
I flounce and prance and think it's so the 'Bling!'
The colours stun, but the cut does not,
I throw it on and call it hot!
I talk the talk, I walk the walk,
While inside, I'm fragile like chalk.
The grey of the piece obviously don't flatter,
Yet I simply refuse to choose something better.
I care not for taste, I care not for class,
Does it surprise you my choice is so crass?
About time I stopped this catwalk disaster,
Lest I be the next annual source of laughter.
**Performs designer bow and exaunts to: 'I'm too sexxxyyyy.....'**
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