Unrequited Shoes

I am going to have internship in like two weeks from now and I only have one pair of pantalons. So today, I went shopping for work outfit with my mom in this place. This place is.. almost like other big shopping centers (or we usually called it Trade Center) in Jakarta: crowded with people, overloaded goods on the back of the porters, etc. The sellers distinctively sell goods not in retail way, they act to sell goods to whole seller. Which means the price should be cheaper.

I should had known that I would better not to go to this kind of place with my mom. We were like water and oil. I complained about bad air (heavy dense smoke coming from ignorant smokers) and how it made me feel sick, she moaned that hearing me complaining gave her a headache. Uh, mom. But, I love her anyway.

Speaking of love, I recently discovered that falling in love is basically like buying shoes. First, it went thru your eyes, just like what I got while strolling around the stores. My eyes were stuck on something and my heart pounded. They (it) were not so eye catchy (common black flat shoes), but something in them made them interesting. I got closer to see how they really looked like (oh, they had cute kitten heels!). I touched them, checked the fabric and materials. Put them on my feet and they felt so god-damn comfortable. I fell in love.. with those shoes. I checked on the price and it seemed fair enough. I liked those shoes, they met my qualifications, and they liked me, too. This sounded like a good happy ending story, didn't it? But it did not. They did not have my size.. Huhuhu. It was like you met someone you almost believed he/she was the one, but at the end of the day Heaven said, "No, you can't be together". So, that was the story of unrequited love and unpaired shoes. Bad ending :(