let me repeat again. why why why do these things happen to me?!

stepped off the bus today and was walking hurriedly to school when my trusty sandals decide to give way. rightfully so too, cos it had been with me (or my sis, its originally hers, i only managed to skillfully kapok her things and make them 'mine' in time. irritating habit, i know. but i m fine with her using my things too. i occasionally hold up my newly-bought goodies to her and said "nice? u can use it too..." but she seldom uses them. not her taste, i guess. and irritating enough, people seem to be commenting on my nice apparels only when i m wearing her stuff. hey!!!!! i have good taste too, k?!) but i digress... where was i?
oh ya, anyways, my sandals were worn out but i din see that coming. being the strappy kind, i tried to tie whatever's remaining of the loose ends together, then walked very daintily and gently to school, tho i was already running late to begin with. but it didnt help once every few steps, the loose knots (the worn out ends werent long enough to tie a couple of tight knots) would come undone again. i wondered how i looked like, so unbecoming of a teacher, seen meddling with her stoopid sandals in front of students and their parents walking to school. i wished i could just leave it be, but of course walking is made highly impossible without my sandal straps intact. somehow i managed to drag my legs (literally) with my straps dangling like a new-found tail on my foot, to the minimart opp the school. thank god for minimarts which open like, at 7 am.

by this time i was perspiring, as i always do when i m nervous (like on my first date with im, hee) and pathetically desperate for any form of alternative footwear. so i went in and asked if the shop sells any sandals. the auntie looked at me and went, "i only have slippers, u know". doesnt matter, i need something else. anything. tho i must admit, at the back of my mind, i was secrety hoping hard she at least has decent slippers. dragged myself again to the back of the shop and found lots of slippers. only this is how they look like...


and the only ones not were red colored kiddy-sized slippers with badminton racket sketches on them. i must be pushing my luck thinking i could fit into one of the red ones, (as u could see i die die oso dun wanna buy the tat sing brand) and true enough, they were 1 size too small for me.. dang.

so wat can i do right? no choice, change my sandals there and then. i must have felt so bloody silly then, cos as i paid for my branded tat sing slippers, i laughed. and of course, i needed to explain my outburst to the shopkeeper cos i dun wanna her to think i laugh to myself as a hobby. how, go to school in slippers cos my sandals broke. so stoopid, i said. after recovering from the initial bemused look on her face, she offered to lend me her slippers for the day. still slippers la, wooden ones apparently. clogs, they call them. and they really did go "clog-clogging''...

whatever. count my blessings. the auntie so nice, i m gonna buy more stuff from her!

double dang, as i went into office to sign attendance, realise P was there briefing all the teachers bout something, so no chance of slipping quietly away. she was suspiciously eyeing my wooden slippers as i walked nearer, so of cos i had to explain to her my sandals broke. and i was carrying red plastic bag with the newly abandoned tat sing slippers inside, which i hoped she notice. and she said, "ya..." which sounded more like, "ya, whatever..." to me. i wondered if she even heard my explanations...

well, actually not that bad la hor? tho i did go home in tat sing slippers. but at least din spend the whole day in school wearing tat sing and explaining to all my curious colleagues why the heck i wear something so ridiculous like that...