Puss in Boots

We spent the weekend cooped up in the apartment. We cleaned up everything, scrubbed floors and roof and walls and all. No no no, not because Chinese New Year is approaching, but just because. For want of a ‘family activity’, how about that? Or plain cabin fever.

Yamtuan even scoured through the shoes cupboard, took out all shoes and polished them. And thus how he found my boots. My cool macho kick-dog-dog-die boots. I haven’t worn them for ages, 3 years maybe.

I bought them in London, that time when I was trying to give yamtuan ‘space’ to think. I came back to Malaysia with some pairs of boots ready to kick ass, and by the powers of the boots managed to dazzle (intimidate) Yamtuan into marrying me. Jodoh works in mysterious ways indeed. I love me boots!

I haven’t been wearing them for so long because they do not exactly fit my style anymore. Really, they dont exactly fit ME anymore (betis sudah tumbesaran).

And when we discovered the boots, it brought back memories of my swashbuckling days. Yeeeeeha! I became super again in Yamtuan’s eyes! Yeeeha indeed!

And this morning, I thought of wearing them to work. I have an important meeting to attend in UKM and I thought why not. I took extra care in dressing up this morning (because we woke up early, had nightmares that Yamtuan married a pontianak who later turned into pokok ketapang and one of the kids is actually a pontianak too *shivers*). Black blouse, black-white long skirt with side slits, and them boots. They are a bit tight around the calves and my face would probably turn blue by the end of the day, but if i die, i would die macho and in style. Can.

Had breakfast as usual at our Rima College favourite stall and as we we were walking back to the car, I felt heavier down at my left foot. I could not have gained that extra weight that fast, I only had fried rice and eggs and teh tarik!

Oh NO NO NO! The sole came off! It came off from the heel-part all the way to the toe-part, attached only by a flimsy stubborn streak of adhesive pleading me mintak nyawa. And it was just last Friday that Anedra told me her luck with her shoes and I laughed at her silly and now it is my turn! Huhuhuuuu…

Yamtuan had cleaned up the car too and so no spare shoes in the boot to boot! Groan!

I had to drag my left foot through the train ride to Ampang Park. It was SO bad that someone actually offered me her seat! And then walked to the office like someone who had a major ankle injury. I texted my boss saying I might be in late, and she said, ‘DAH BAGI GAJI BESAR-BESAR BELI KASUT BARU PON TAK MAMPU!’ Aiyah…. Makan dalam! Hehehehe…

So now it is 10am, I will now borrow a friend’s clogs and go to Ampang Park to have the boots fixed and maybe buy me a new pair of shoes too. Lucky my meeting is after noon. So got time to manage the crisis properly.

I tell you, walking around with a sole-less boots is SO not cool.