Showing posts with label shopping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shopping. Show all posts

Saturday, October 04, 2008

Aha! So the world loves me afterall...

On my way home after watching the amazing play, "The Vagina Monologues" with Roel (details to be blogged later), I realized I will be passing by several malls. And you know what that means... "Ring the church bells, light your torches, and carry your pitchforks, villagers! We're going shoe-hunting!"


I am dead set and fully committed to finding my red rubber shoes! I want it, and by all means, I'm gonna run soon wearing it!

I did a quick round-up of the shoe stores I know around Orchard Road(yes, as in the street full of malls), but still, it was not there. But still keeping my head held up high, I rode the train to my next destination. After a few more MRT stations, I stopped by Ang Mo Kio's AMK Hub.

By this time, my feet was already killing me. As this was an unplanned shopping trip, I wasn't wearing comfortable shoes. In fact, I was wearing boots with 2-inch heels. Shopping while even in heels? Now that's what I call commitment to a cause! (and what some others would call "stupidity" and "foot-murder")

But in spite of all the chivalric sacrifices, (and the possible future varicose veins I'll be getting out of this) the red Reebok crosstrainer is still nowhere to be found...

But as if life was teaching me a lesson on "everything happens for a reason", while on my way out of one of the stores in AMK hub, something caught my eyes and suddenly, everything was in slow-motion:

[enter Roberta Flack's sultry voice] The first time, ever I saw your face, I thought the sun rose in your eyes...

There it was, sitting oh-so-pretty in the "featured shoe" section... Nike's RED Free Dynamic TR Trainer 7.0 II Presto MD (who knew shoes have names this long??)

Given my past failures (since my feet is too freakin' small!!!) I was quite skeptic about this. I asked the salesguy if they have my size. After checking their stocks, he handed me the smallest pair of shoes he got from storage. I tried both on, and walked around the store. It felt good... (probably because my feet was already aching from my boots!)

After a few rounds of walking, without much fanfare, I told him I'll get it. This, I think surprised the both of us. Me, because I don't even know the price yet, and him, because no woman decides THAT fast!

(pictures snatched from another website I forgot, I'm too tired to take pictures of my own...sorry)



Yes, it's blaring red. So what?!

I'm happy...

Why do you hate me, world?

I've mentioned in a previous post that I was eyeing a pair of red crosstrainers from Reebok. After much internal debate and introspection, I've finally made up my mind. I'll buy it. So screw you world! Judge me all you want, but still I'm wearing red shoes! (jeez, why am I so angry? hehehe...)
So I went to the mall last Wednesday, since it was a holiday (and what better way to spend holidays than shopping for shoes? :) )
I went into the store where I initially saw the shoes. Much to my surprise, it's no longer in display. I asked the salesguy if they still have the shoes I was looking for. He gave me this really weird look as if I was asking if they were selling unicorns.
So fine. I opted to just look for other options. After looking around the store, I managed to select a few shoes I really liked. But guess what, they're all from the men's section, and thus no size smaller than 7?!
As I am the type of person who really does not give up, especially in the name of good shoes, I looked around other stores, but still ended up with the same dilemma.
Persistence is key, so I checked out other malls. Not 1, not 2, but 4?! Can you believe it? Who's psychotic enough to do this for shoes?! But unfortunately, my craziness did not reap fruits (when has it ever??). It's still the same problem over and over again.
So here's my beef, people:
1. How come all the cool designs are in the men's section?
2. How come there are no size 6 in the men's section. I'm pretty sure there are men out there that have small feet (although I'm not so sure if they're willing to admit that... if you know what I mean...**wink **wink)
3, How come I don't have big feet?!!

Tell me world, why?! Why don't you want me to have good shoes?!
(and again, why am I talking to the world?)

Did I hear anyone mention big feet and red shoes?





Yeah, even a f*ing creepy clown is mocking me...
Why world? Why?!?!

Sunday, August 31, 2008

I see red

I'm beginning to appreciate the color red lately. I have no idea why, but I'm just so drawn to red-colored items these past few days, which is weird, since I never really liked red.

I'm more of a "blue person". But now, when I see blue, I find myself sort of bored with it.

Like the other day, I was ogling over a pair of red Reebok cross-trainers. I want it real bad! Thing is, none of my current clothes would match it(Unless I have plans to be a walking Philippine flag).

Red shoes... I know! It is so not me. I used to think that the only acceptable reasons for anyone to wear red shoes are:

1. you are aged 5 and below, and
2. you're a hooker.

Given that I am neither (although #1 is highly debatable), I am finding my behavior lately pretty strange.

I was also eying a red wallet in the Wallet Shop the other day. (yes, there is a store here that only sells wallets. It puzzles me how the people who own this establishment can eat on a regular basis... I mean how many wallet does a person buy in his lifetime???)

Am I changing into a totally different person?! This is just too drastic, I think... Blue to Red?!? It's like listening to Mozart and then shifting to Cher...

Is this a sign of a quarter-life crisis? What's next, premature hair-loss??? What's wrong with me? (and again, why am I irrationally panicking?!)

But you know what, I'd really be disturbed if I start liking PINK?! Oh my, I bet the apocalypse is just around the corner by that time...

------------------------

p.s. I should stop window shopping. It is obviously not good for my health...

p.p.s. I changed my mind, I still want to window shop.

p.p.p.s. Get used to it. I may not look like it, but I'm a woman, damn it!