Shoes Fit For A Queen…I think not!

Last Saturday, I had an outing with the kids from one of my class. These were the same kids who made coffee for me while I was stuck in their toilet once. (Read the entry here).

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I dunno. Maybe it’s just me with all the silliness embedded in my life.

The story goes like this. We were walking around IOI Mall after we’ve collected our movie tickets for the Water Horse. So, there I was. Walking with two almost-teen kids as if I was one of them (teenagers, I mean) and looking cool.

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Tippity-tap, tippity-tap. Went my red shoes as we walked around, looking at the various items from the shops. Suddenly, my right feet felt lighter and sort of airy. And with the next step, I felt the cold tiled-floor under my right feet!

My shoes tore into half! And while my toes were still stuck to the front half of the shoe, the other back half was tied to my right ankle! What an embarrassing sight!

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The kids were cool though and told me me pull my jeans down to make it cover my ankles. Then, I unbuckled the back half of the shoe and I continued to walk on with the front half. As I did this, I glanced around at the faceless people walking past me, I’m sure nobody noticed anything weird, like I have just only the front half of my right shoe sticking out from my jeans. BTW, I was too embarrassed to actually take a picture of that halved red shoe. Sorry no pic for that.

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It was kinda weird walking around like this and the kids kept saying “Auntie Lisa, go buy an emergency pair of sandals lah!”

And so, we walked, err…I was sorta staggering along.

We went into the first shoe shop we saw and the kids were quite helpful by giving comments. “Nope, this is too aunty!” or “Try this!” or “Nice…but too expensive! RM49.90!”

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In the end, the younger boy, WH, held a cute looking shoe to me.

WH : Try this on lah, Aunty Lisa.

blusher : What? This is for teenagers only lah! (shaking head)

WH : Why cannot?

blusher : I’m already 30 years old and you want me to wear a teeny-bopper shoe?

WH : You don’t look like 30 years old mah. Aiyah…nobody knows you’re 30 years old. You look young mah!

Sales girl : He’s right, you know. You don’t look that age. (grins)

blusher : But the kids call me Aunty Lisa. Aunty, you know.

Sales girl : (grins wider)

blusher : You guys sure?

Kids and Sales girl : YES!!!

blusher : (blushes) Okay, I’ll have this pair. Thank you.

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So, I bought this really teeny-bopper pair of shoes. But come to think of it, I quite like it. It’s only RM20.00. It’s made of rubbery material with rubber soles. That’s really practical for me who always get caught under the rain when I go to work. This shoe will not be slippery like my usual sandals and it’s quick to dry. It’s comfortable and it makes me look kiddy. Hehe!

What do you think?

Did I tell you how well they fit my feet? BTW, it’s not like I’m trying to dress up like a teenager, but this is very practical for me. Hah!

My pair of Clownish Kawaii Shoes

Bloody!

This morning, after an indulgent moment in the loo, I finished my ‘business’ thinking to myself what a fine day today is. As I reached for the toilet roll next to me, I was still in a blissful mood, happily embracing another Friday and an end to the week’s work. After I tore a wad of the toilet paper and did the you-know-it’s-pretty-gross-to-say-it-here job with the butt, I did my usual round of inspecting the ‘Wipe-Job’ and I SQUAWKED in EXTREME HORROR when I saw that the piece of toilet paper was soaked in pinkish sort of red shade.

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Instantaneously and instinctively, I jumped off from the toilet seat to continue inspecting my you-know-what inside the toilet bowl. I gasped non-too femininely and started to feel my butt if there were any pain inflicted there. Nope, I didn’t feel any scorching pain whatsoever. But the entire toilet bowl was swirling in pinkish red water! And mind you, it’s not ‘that’ time of the month, okay.

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I kept thinking to myself, “Am I bleeding internally? What’s wrong with me? OMG! OMG! OMG!!!!!“

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Then I saw tiny little black dots like some speckle of black sesame.

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Truth dawned upon my mind as I laughed myself silly in the toilet.

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I forgot that I had eaten two WHOLE pink dragon fruits last night! And I thought I was bleeding internally!

Sometimes, I feel like slapping myself silly.

Wings?

I had a freakish day today when I found out that I’ve grown a pair of wings.

Was bidding goodbye to the kids after a class when that happened.

A Bee Movie…?

Well, not actually. But it was nearly very close to that.

Here’s how the story goes.

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Tuesday was a state holiday and the hubby did not go to work. We woke up late and dilly-dallied around the house, mostly playing some silly games on Facebook.

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Towards late morning, our apartment seemed to have some visitors uncalled for, buzzing their way through the place. At first, it was only a tiny bee. Ten minutes later, a couple more joined in the buzzing.

Puzzled, the hubby tried to shoo them out of the apartment.

I was at the living hall, busy playing with my lappie when the hubby, who was inside our room hollered at me, “Shut the windows QUICK!!!“.

His voice sounded so urgent that I quickened my snail pace and got up to the sliding door, thinking that he must be up to his quirky self, trying to shut off some weird smells from our neighbours.

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I looked out of the sliding door and practically FROZE at the sight I saw.

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What looked like a clump of black dots was a throng, and I mean, a HUGE battalion of angry looking buzzing bees!!!

OMG!!!

The bees were just right outside the window of our room!

I have never moved as fast in my life as that fateful Tuesday.

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We secured all our windows sand closed all gaps in the sliding door. We even sealed our toilet window with newspaper and masking tape. No joke man! It was serious!!!

Some errant bees found their way in somehow and we started swatting them with newspapers.

The hubby even grumbled about having to spend his off day, swatting at the pesky bees the entire day. So much for having a good rest!

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Apparently, the Indonesian workers who were fixing our rain gutters at the rooftop accidentally found the beehive. We have been suspecting that there’s a beehive somewhere outside our window but it was not visible anywhere. Anyhow, the bees did not seem to be very happy that their hive had been found and in other words, disturbed.

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The sound of the angry buzz lasted almost the whole day. Luckily, after we reported to the management, we went out and came home much later in the evening. One of our neighbours was not so lucky coz he got stung in his face while walking home.

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In the end, the firemen came at night and went to investigate and tried to ‘disarm’ the army of bee as reported by us.

I’m not sure how they fixed the problem or who fixed the problem but the next day, the Indonesian workers managed to change our rain gutter and there was not a single bee in sight.

So, our Bee Movie ends here.

He who had the last laugh

Ooh, I certainly believe in karma. I think I’m somehow punished for my mindless and naughty prank on the hubby a couple of days back.

I was having a short break with the kids after the first part of the class today. After assigning them with tasks respectively, I went into the loo for a quick pee. When I was about to go out, the door would not open.

I wrenched and yanked the handle again. Still nothing happened. The door did not budge at all. Feeling a little flustered, I called to the kids. They came to the rescue. Or rather, they attempted the rescue. But all was in vain.

All the pulling, pushing, twisting, banging against the door were much in vain. They yelled for their maid to help out. She came but to no avail, the door remained, locked.

I looked round the toilet and thank heavens, it had a window above my head level. Miraculously, there was a short plastic stool in the toilet. I stood on it and pulled the window open.

The kids, all frantic, said in high pitched voices, “Can you climb through it?”

“Nope, I don’t think my bum bum is small enough to get through,” I replied.

After considering the chances of getting stuck while climbing through the window, I hastily crossed out that option.

Next, the kids passed me my handphone and we called their mom for help. She came back and started hammering the doorknob from the outside. Again, to no success. In the end, she called the locksmith.

It wasn’t that bad actually, except for the fact that I was stuck inside the toilet for about half an hour. The kids even made a cup of coffee for me (Yes, I drank the coffee while sitting on the toilet bowl! Unbelievable!) and they even passed a small battery operated fan to me. I managed to text the hubby and he couldn’t believe that I was stuck in the toilet with a cup of coffee. Weirder and more stupid things had happened, but stuck in the toilet with a cup of coffee?

So, after the whole rescue-out-of-the-toilet ordeal, the hubby came home with a smug smirk on his face, having the last laugh.

Here’s a snapshot of the view from the toilet, where I stood on the plastic stool to peer outside. So pathetic!!!