Finally the long awaited long weekend is here. 3 whole days of sleeping, slacking, rotting and doing nothing I don't want to do. It's not so much on the festive season, its more on the time spent on myself, Darcy and dad.
I wake up to my Day 1 with coffee and cooking. Then I did some cleaning up in my room and my shoe cupboard. The parents had been nagging at me for months or was it years to tidy up my shoes and I finally did.
Starting with the shoes in the cupboard, those obvious choices that I know I will never wear again, throw. Then was those in the boxes. I opened them 1 by 1, some taking a moment or two to recall when did I buy those and some who instantaneously I know when I bought and where I wore to.
Shoes, to my surprise, could actually evoke a lot of memories.
That pair of 1.5 inches shiny dual straps heels that I wore to my JC prom. That pair of 3 inches skimpy black heels with a crystal buckle that I wore to my Rotaract dinner in my last year in Melbourne. That pair of 2 inches black leather covered shoes that I wore to my graduation. That pair of heels that I wore and walked along Clark quey, boat quey and back and ended up with large blisters on both feet. Yes, memories indeed.
Shoes, on the other hand can also remind you how old you have become - I found 2 pairs of heels that I loved and only wore once or twice and I had forgotten completely about them.
I still remembered my first pair of Charles and Keith's. It was a pair of 1.5 inches platform, white base with light blue straps. I remembered it was love at first sight. I remembered I bought it at CWP, one of the first few branches those days, where the shoes were comfortable and so reasonably priced. Now, their shops are everywhere and their quality and pricing are nowhere like before. Simply said, I can't remember when was the last time I bought something from there although I still like to walk in to check out their design, try on 1 or 2 and still ended up leaving empty handed.
After the cleanup, it got me thinking. Shoes, are they like our lives?
You pay a bit more for a pair of pretty shoes to wear to some major events then you come back, put them back into their boxes and forget about them. Whereas those cheap and comfortable flats, tongs, boat shoes that you wear on a regular basis are put there on display day in day out so you can have easy access to them.
Life is not about major important events that you dress up to attend and then forgotten, its about how you live it that's what makes it important.
The graduation ceremony is not the highlight of your schooling years, its the time you were schooling that matters. The wedding dinner is not what matters most to a couple but how you have walked down this path together and how you will be walking down together that matters.
Maybe important events do play a part. They act as a fullstop to indicate the completion of a particular paragraph of one's life. Then you can start a new paragraph.
Guess I'm thinking too much. Shld start thinking on my resolutions..
Merry Christmas all!
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