So embarrassing stuff DO happen to me in
It started like this: I needed to print my poster for tomorrow’s presentation and other than my school, the place recommended is located at
Strangely, as I was taking the elevator down in Kovan MRT station, my soles felt uneven. So I checked on my shoes once. Nothing happen. Strange. Check twice. Wait a minute, That crack wasn’t there just now.
“Mum?”
“What?”
“My shoes are breaking down.”
Mum gave me that don’t-be-silly-cum-disbelief look and spare my shoes a quick glance.
“There’s nothing wrong with your shoes.”
“No! You aren’t looking carefully! See?”
Mum gave my shoes a longer more measuring glance. She looked irritated.
“It’s just a crack. Don’t exaggerate. We’ll get a new pair when we reach Little India. They’ll last till then.”
Unfortunately, my shoes thought otherwise. As I walk a few paces, they (Damn bastards!) proceed to break down. LITERALLY. =_= No other way to describe it. They didn’t spoil, they just literally broke down. Right there. Perhaps, a better word to describe what had happen would be the word: DISINTEGRATE.
And that’s how I ended up the middle of Kovan MRT station with no shoes. Just socks. >_<>
Worse thing is, we were in the underground tunnel where there is a lot of human traffic. Everyone who passed by (and there’s a lot!) looked at me and I caught a few trying their hardest not to smirk. NO!!! T_T Mum and Dad was snickering away (Traitors! My own family! >:[ ). Without any choice, I had to go to Bata in Heartland Mall’s.
Thank god for long jeans! I think they blocked my socked feet a little. It was so disgraceful during the walk all the way upstairs.
In the end, I got myself a new pair of sport shoes and Mum paid for it. Ah well, I’ve been beggaring Mum for a new pair and I finally got it – in such an embarrassing way.
Please god, let me forget this incident…
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