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something blue




the theme was set. boo i still haven't find the shoes to wear on our special day. 
it has always been this. the love of my life. it speaks elegant (hence the price) and classiness. after all it's only 4" tall so wouldn't make any big difference. (hello Highness?)

later on there's a fuss about bella's shoes on Twilight. not being a twi-hard (trust me, i've tried) i still find that the manolos were also beautiful. but bella's don't have staying power like carrie's. if i have one grand to blow right now, i'll choose something blue no matter what. those are legendary. 

but i questioned myself again, is that really important? of course it is what i WANT. my longtime dream. i've been a shoewhore since forever. and having something really nice to put on my special day has always been my goal. but now i'm facing the true dilemma. my selfish dream versus real life (which bites). my bf and i still need lotsa cash. to finish our sanctuary. to buy furniture. to buy things that normal people would find much more important than a pair of shoes. the dickhead in me insist, it's not mere a shoes! it's your dream shoes! while the sober one whisper that i have to be wiser on spending money. those pair costs the same with a refrigerator. we're not waiting for our parents buy it for us. we earn it.

bottomline
whether it's something blue, red, or whichever hue, it won't do the justice. it won't affect a single tiny bit on our marriage. 
well, maybe they're right, it's just a shoes. and i prefer another dream to catch,
with you D. xx



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