walking in hell

i have 6 blisters on my foot.
SIX, mind you.
SIX.

no thanks to..
these shoes from hell.



imagine? on sunday i was already late for class (yes, you read correctly, i have classes on SUNDAY) and i thought these shoes will do fine..

so i am rushing from the parking lot to the lrt station, and running up the escalator in order to catch the train in time and walking as fast as i can from the lrt station through the streets of petaling...

IT IS NOT FUN.

and its damn hot,yo.

and the damn shoes are 5 and a half.

the story behind the shoes: my mom bought it, and she is a size six so when she tried on her size it was a bit too big. the sales girl thereafter recommended a size 5 and a half instead.
mom didn't like the shoes after wearing it once so she handed em down to me.

DAMN THOSE SHOES.

i had blisters at the back of my feet, cuz they keep on rubbing against the edges of the shoe and the inevitable happened.

the blister, broke.

nice fury of expletives erupted from my mouth when that happened.

and oh, woe is me i TOTALLY forgot to bring spare plasters with me (i usually do, but i just didnt have any at that time)

so i have blisters on each of my little toe.
one each on the back of each foot.
a few random ones on the other toes.

DAMN THOSE SHOES

the journey back to the lrt station from college was a slow and ardous one.
each time i walk it hurts like hell, but then as you get into the momentum of things it gets better.
but then everytime i stop at a traffic light, the pain returns and as you begin to walk again, the pain is intensified.

kept telling myself "little bit more to go.."

once i reached home, i went to wash my feet, cuz it was so hot and swollen at the edges, and one of the blisters broke *grimaces*

too tired to curse, i cried instead.

damn those shoes.