陈卓思灵: my addiction

Monday, July 25, 2005

my addiction

it's the end of work
start of school

end of work= end of $

looking back.
i spent so much!

for the holidays
i.e. after 26 april till now
i bought a record number of shoes.
3 mths i got EIGHT pairs of shoes.
and i only got a pair of feet.
what was i thinking.

then again.
one can never get enough of shoes.
addiction to shoes is better than addiction to drugs etc i suppose.
besides.
i dont buy expensive shoes.
only 2 pairs are more than $35
the rest are below $25
ok.
but it adds up.

please refrain me from buying shoes.
BUT.
dont stop me from looking at them.

and.
talking about work.
at least it pays for my addiction.

school will hopefully prepare me for better work
so that i can pay my addiction.

addiction is just a lousy excuse.

and.since i have got no more cash for shoes,
presents are welcomed.
please start sending parcels.
size 6 or size 38 or 39.

“Give a girl the right shoes and she can conquer the world."
— Bette Midler

give me joy:
“A pair of new shoes might not cure a broken heart or soothe a tension headache but they will relieve the symptoms and chase away the blues."
— Fashion writer Holly Brubach

no better words than this to sum it up.
taken from a website...

There are only two kinds of women in the world.
Those who love shoes and those who had the misfortune to be born without the ability to experience total bliss on finding a pair of perfectly designed pumps in the right size at half-price.

There’s a direct correlation: the more shoes a woman owns, the nicer person she turns out to be.

The more she obsesses about footwear, the more normal she becomes.

Those of us who love shoes are happy, passionate, exuberant people.

Whenever we meet, we recognize each other with our own special greeting, the shoe-aholic’s hello: “Ooooh,” we say. “Cute shoes.”I call them the Imeldas, the friends I go shoe shopping with, named in honor of the patron saint of footwear, Imelda Marcos, with her three-thousand-pair wardrobe.

Calling it simply shopping, though, is an understatement. Shopping implies an efficient task completed, a quick commercial transaction, a mere exchange of money for goods.

What we do is a sort of moving meditation with stream-of-consciousness voice-over, a multitasking way of bonding. Quality time. We case our favorite stores, catch up on each other’s news, sound out each other’s opinions, and pursue our personal quest for the perfect comfort-to-style-ratio heel, all at the same time. We roam freely, pausing whenever a shoe catches our eye, exploring every delight each store has to offer.

All our senses are satisfied: we finger taffeta slides, inhale the fragrance of new leather, test-drive four-inch stilettos, gossip outrageously.

It’s not just shopping. It’s also relaxing, stimulating, and productive — a hobby and a necessity and a pleasure all in one.

for now.school time.
lectures and tutorials therapies.

dictated by the Queen at 9:57 AM