Friday, July 23, 2010

Of Stilettos and CFM Shoes



It is assumed that there is a little Imelda in every woman when it comes to shoes. As much as I hate to admit it, I have repeatedly failed to remove myself from the shoe-addicted pack of she-wolves. I have no defence this time. Watching Sex and the City, definitely, is no help with Carrie Bradshaw unashamedly succumbing to the calls of the Manolos.

Which brings me to the topic of stilettos. Which I try to avoid wearing like the plague! In my thirty-something years, I have yet to come across an objectively and undoubtedly comfortable pair of stilettos. Although I must admit that I have not exerted too much effort on this endeavor, nonetheless I would say that it isn’t like looking for a needle in a haystack. Just visit any lady’s shoe store and most probably than not, it’s selling at least a pair of these dangerous-looking stilettos.

That is the reason why I have two strappy pairs myself, which I have worn not too many times. I know…I’m a lying hypocrital bitch! But my defence this time is that the little Imelda in me made such noise that I couldn’t seem to ignore her. Plus, the shoes were saying “buy me, buy me” like a mantra! I’m only a woman, you know! I can only take so much temptation and taunting.

Going back to the stilettos, I have to admit that it is sexy. No, it’s SEXY. It gives a little more allure to a woman’s ankles and legs. Especially those strappy ones which will go very well with a simple but classic cocktail dress or simply a Victoria’s Secret intimates. It just dawned on me just how true what my bedmate’s best mate once said about how in porn movies the girls would strip to nothing and leave on their 4 inch stilettos while you know what. Ha!

Which brings me to another kind of stilettos – the CFM shoes. Or the COME FUCK ME shoes if you need to spell it out. I just came to know about these not too long ago when I had the pleasure of reuniting with my ex-colleagues from my ex-firm who are all in their mid-twenties. You know, that particular age when I realized that I didn’t learn all that I needed to learn in kindergarten. Anyway, this girl was actually asking me whether she should buy SK-II beauty products or this CFM pair of shoes which costs around three hundred bucks. I thought CFM was a new high end shoe brand. When I finally found out that it was not and what it was, I almost chocked on the fried tofu that I was devouring. It was, shall I say, a turning point in my life. A time when the realization that I was going in the direction opposite cougar town had finally hit me. There I was, in the middle of Makansuntra, gobbling hawker food with twenty-something friends, pretending to be “cool” and “hip”. Do they even use these words these days I have no freaking idea! And I didn’t know anything about these damn CFM shoes!

But the CFM shoes…if the stilettos are SEXY, the CFM shoes are…WTF!!! I do not know if the merchandise itself is more appealing or whether it was more appealing because of the name it was given and of course the connotation it directly suggests. Whatever it is, it screams S-E-X! Whatever it is, it makes my stilettos look like Julie Andrews standing next to Megan Fox! It’s almost illegal and immoral all at the same time! It’s like having a bedmate and maintaining a fubu (short for fuck buddy for those who are unaware) at the same time. It’s the work of the Devil himself! And all the Eves of this kingdom are covetous of a pair of this modern poisonous apple! This blogger included!

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Pain and Suffering

It’s an item under general damages in insurance law. Everyday I come across pain and suffering. I have come to a point when I stopped cringing at every possible kind of injury a human body can sustain. In fact, it came to a point when I read about them and not associate them with pain or suffering anymore. I had become mentally numb.

Little did I know that I would soon get a taste of pain and suffering – that kind that no amount of medical attention can remedy, that kind that the passing of time cannot seem to heal. Tragic. So much like life.

If only…

If only I can stop feeling. If only my spirit can turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to this unnamed force that is calling me to forget about reason, to forget about truth, to forget about justice. If only my spirit has enough strength to fight this consuming pain that engulfs my soul. If only for a second I can stop this madness and everything stands still so I can grieve without anyone knowing and seeing, without anyone hearing the sound of my tears dropping on my chest that house my shattered heart. If only I can hide the sound of my heart breaking so that others cannot mock me. Because you see, the world can be so cruel. Family and friends alike. This world seem to have no place for souls and hearts like mine. No solicitor to quantify the damages due me.

Tragic, isn’t it?