The shoe theory

As I was approaching Mid-Valley, all I can think to myself is today’s target is shoes because Bobo is either very bored of all his toys that I bought him or he has swallowed all of them. Sometimes I can’t seem to be able to find where all his toys are. But I also do not quite understand why is this way- passed-puppy dog still chewing and eating all our stuff in the garden ranging from plants (no, he is not vegetarian), to shoes and even rocks & soil!!

The Malaysia mega sale is on everywhere this time around. I felt like I’m on a competition…some kind of race like see who got the most kind of competition. And if there is anything I want to be the champion the most, it will be “The Shopping Queen Competition”. Without much effort, I have gotten myself 5 pairs of shoes at the counter. A particular pair that really caught my attention at my first glanced is this very bitchy and bimbo looking heels. I know Twain will definitely have something to say about this heel but I just like it a lot, don’t ask me why. Who cares if this heels make me look bitchy? Can a pair of shoe really make a person a bitch or a good person? How unfair is that? What if some good persons are born with a very weird shoe taste?

I asked Twain how do I look with that heels on when we are at home and he sort of just stared at me and went: err…err… and I know exactly what he is doing. He is trying to find a nicer word to say to me so that I won’t growl at him. I told him to say what he needed to say and finally he told me that: err…I think this heel make you look bitchy, it’s like a whore…you know…you saw lots of these worn in Hatyai.

My heart smiled. A sense of satisfactory came to me because he has just helped me proved that a nice, sweet and kind hearted lady like me can look like a bitch if I have my bitchy heel on…don’t you get it? It’s all the shoe’s fault if I am a bitch…the problem is not me…muah…ha…ha…

My hobby?

I was on this boat trip with a group of divers. They dived, they jumped into the middle of the rough sea from the deck for fun when the boat is not moving (these 2, you can just kill me and I wouldn’t do) they talked about how they dive, the gears, the underwater world and etc. I’m the only alien on the boat. I don’t dive plus I sure will not risk my life and jump into the open sea in the middle of no where. I did ask myself why was I there? Mostly, it’s because I wanted to see what Twain does on his dive trip, what is a dive trip like and partly also I don’t want to be apart from him for 1 whole week.

One evening when I was watching the sunset on the deck holding a Reader Digest in my hand (not that I can read when the water is so rough), a girl came by and asked me: you don’t dive, so what is your hobby? Gosh…leave me alone, I hate this question. Why does she need to ask me anything about hobby? About activities we do in our own time? I know…I know…I’m neither a sophisticated diver nor a golfer. I don’t jog and I don’t hike. I don’t do a lot of things ok.

Should I just tell her the truth about my hobby? That my hobby is shopping, yoga, Pilates and social dancing (it’s just that I haven’t started all that), reading (see, I’m holding a book now), watching TV, cooking and baking (it’s just that I seldom cook and bake), and listening to music. Can activities that we seldom or never do be listed as our hobby?

I don’t like sports, water sports, I hate all cardio activities, and if I so call like doing yoga, Pilates and social dancing how come I’m not doing any of that yet? Is there any one else out there without a proper hobby or is it just me?

I’m just a lazy lazy person full of crap. All I do is sit or laze around, watch TV, then watch TV again, and again…oh my God! I basically do nothing but sit, lazing around and watch TV?! Should I tell her now that this is my hobby? But why can my lips move? Am I being ashamed of telling anyone about my hobby? I think I absolutely am. Even if this is a real hobby, it is so unhealthy. Other then exhausting my eyes more, I don’t even need to move any other of my body parts except my thumb. What a lazy arse I am! I hate myself.

Oh, my hobby? I read, I go shopping, and suddenly gardening came to my mind so I added that (but the only thing is that I didn’t tell her what is in my garden is mostly water plant which again you don’t need to do much). She must be thinking what an airheaded fool I’m. Why even bother.
Thinking to myself after that, is having tea and chit-chat with a group of friends considering hobby? If yes, then I will have 1 more hobby to make my hobby list a total of 4.

Mindy

Mindy is back from N. Zealand. I have not seen her for years. But after meeting up with her tonight she is still the same old Min I know from years ago and this is one of the things I like about Min. She can disappear for half a decade and come back unchanged. She is Original.

I first met Min in college many years ago. Then we spent some years in Melbourne together. I've always miss our time there. We did lots of crazy and fun things together.
Eat, drink, go out, sight see, shop, see her performed, seeing her falling head over heel with a guy, I like her drawing and her blog and so much more….

If anyone were to ask me what I think about Min, I would say she is Different & Original. She is Min and no one else can be her. She dress in her Min style no matter what is the current fashion trend, speak her mind and she has her own style of gesture and expression. Oh, and she has this funny little dance that we always like to watch, period! She picked that up since she was a kid. That dance will definitely make you laugh, I promise.

She is probably the only person I know that is so frank about how she feels and what she is going thru with her life, no cover up, no mask or even if she is trying to cover up you can probably tell. She has traveled thru continents on her own. She has the courage to change job if whatever she is doing is not what she wants. I mean how many of us out there do that? Like me, I have had so many plans and dreams of what I want to do but there is always a 'but' and so many excuses…I don't think I have the courage go to Africa on my own! Who is going to rescue me if a lion were to come after me?!

A lot of times, there are things Min said that had hit right onto my face that help me realized why I was down and what I was unhappy about. The truth is, sometimes we are even in denial of telling ourselves the truth of how we feel, or that we are not good enough, or that we are a lousy person... And it is so good to have someone like her around to always remind us of where the truth lies.