There are some things worth driving 4 hours to KL, braving the “first-day-of-school-holidays” traffic jam, sitting awkwardly in a car with your parents while looking at a giant banner that says “SAY NO TO PORN” while erotic R&B music people grind to emit out of toll booths for. Three words that drives most Singaporean and Malaysian girls into a human meat eating frenzy: VINCCI SHOE SALE. With one hand clutching onto 5 pairs of shoes with my dear life and the other one trying to wrestle a pair of stilettos onto my feet, I managed to stomp my way through a hundred other women from different parts of the world speaking the same love language as me. SHOES. Yeah who needs babies and chocolates. Just give me shoes dammit.
If I were to re-write Greek mythology, I would feature a Shoe Goddess somewhere. Why did Archilles get killed? Cause’ he wasn’t wearing any shoes. Instead of dipping him in the magical river, his mum should just go and get some shoes. And then maybe she can go get those nice champagne satin killer heels that my mum made me put down.
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