Since Monday, when I'm feeling optimistic, I thought I walk like a very demure girl; otherwise, I thought I walk like an old lady.
But no, my colleague just broke it to me: macam robot la!
Thanks to the pair of new, deceivingly-pretty heels. It's either you be their friends, or let them torture you. They don't kill like terrorists do.
*ouch*ouch*ouch*
Monday, April 26, 2010
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2 comments:
lol. i've heard a folklore, telling that if you don't want your shoes to torture u, u have to bite your shoes first before wearing it. hahaa, that's so funny, and unhygienic.
Bite it? Eww.. hahaha :)
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