The Pensieve

a very good friend who promised not to tell another person about something that happened -

- i overheard her telling the person she promised NOT to tell the entire incident, while i was in the toilet. (stupid woman, doesn’t she know walls have ears? and toilets have sooo many cubicles and walls? huh?! HUH?!)
oh boy, the betrayal… at least i confronted her there and then!

a senior to whom i looked up to, and worked hard to follow her advice -

- i overheard her making a joke out of me with another senior
the humiliation… but i can’t say anything can i? she’s my senior after all? so just let them laugh at me lah! what more can i do?

a friend i looked up to, and worked hard to learn from -

- i found out she was merely a hypocrit and a bootlicker
felt so cheated of my gan3qing2… oh well, as the saying goes, do unto others what you wish others to do unto you.

a guy i used to like -

- i overheard him making mean jokes about something i’d always been a part of and always felt pride in.
oh my… the anger! okay, at least he apologised. oh but i didn’t really acknowledge it, i was still too angry at myself for liking such a guy! no taste ah!? haha…

although i have forgiven all these people (after all, i do make very mean comments about pple), i cannot easily forget what has happened. betrayal by friends, ‘idols’ and people you like are the worst kinds of hurt. ever. and please not let me be betrayed by my boyfriend (when i do get one of course).

i’ve always found it easy to talk to others about my opinions. i can be quite straightforward, and i think one day, i am going to be sooooo stabbed in the back. although i know i don’t dare to trust people, my actions speak the opposite of my words. my biggest fear is that one day, i would put my trust in someone, and then he/she turns out unworthy of that trust… i’m such a cynical coward with severe short-sightedness.

sometimes i just feel that i’m sitting around waiting for a betrayal…

dammit.

PS: this was blogged some time ago when i was feeling extremely down. i’m ok now, but i just felt that i had to publish this anyway.

okay… here’s no 1.

dedicated to hypoC hahaha…

pink cab outside NUH

i cannot imagine who would want to take this cab apart from hypoC…

then no 2. dunno what happened to make this odd pattern on the ground. looks like it was done on purpose by some aimless bangla-boy during lunch hour. heh heh.

and it’s not paint…. how was it done?

pavement graffiti

Stiletto - which literally mean ‘little dagger’ in Italian, was believed to be originally invented by Italian shoemakers in the 1950s. However, the first name associated with such dagger-like heels was Roger Vivier, a Parisian. I wonder how the Italians felt about that. In 1955, he inserted a thin metal piece into the heel which made the shoes less prone to breaking. Thus, the heels could be thinner and lenghtier - which literally spells back ache, hammer toes and bunions for women out there.

These revolutionary shoes caused a fuss from day one itself.
It was quoted that “the piercing, penetrating nature of the heel caused disturbance wherever it roamed, damaging floors and in some cases the feet of others, sparking outrage and moral panic.”

It not only was physically destructive, some believed that it was a symbol of oppression for women. In the early days, it was associated with a sexy image, and worn by actors, bargirls, bunnies (erm, u know those waitresses dressed up as bunnies)…

A few decades down the road, it was supplanted by fashionable flats (you know how they say fashion is ‘cyclical’. But by the 90’s, it was back in full force again!

I guess now is a good time to go into podiatry or orthopaedics. heh.

A Weapon of Mass Destruction

What I’m more concerned with now is… are they still putting thin metals spikes in our heels? Cuz *gulp*, it sounds awfully scary and putting my own feet at high risk of a puncture wound! Shouldn’t have thrown my last pair of heels away that quickly, or else I could break the heels open now or something.