Rubber Sandals

The first time I saw you, I knew I won’t like you. I was never wrong. I loathed you.  

We had arguments and I took all chances that I can bully you. You’re but annoying for me.

Just like rubber sandals, you are light and easy to go with but you are NOT my style. You seek for attention, that I strongly believe, you just don’t deserve! You never fail to infuriate me as I end up being affected by your nonsense approach.

Then I realized, you’re but real to me. You try to please me and you stay good to me.

Guilty as charged, it’s me. It’s me who’s unfair for judging you. It’s me for being so immature to step on you and hurt you in some ways. (truly, in many ways)

So I step back and I am sorry. Maybe I’ll get used to your “unintentional” crankiness and won’t mind you at all. Thank you for still choosing to be true to me. As I promised myself that I will forgive and just forget my #frienemies. I am waving white flag. My game with you is over.

P.S. I will remove you from my list of people-to-kill someday. *wink*

Maybe in time, we’ll be friends too. REAL friends.

Stretch it!

Sales person: ma’am, last size na po yan for that pair.
A: promise?
Sales person: yes, ma’am.
A: are there new stocks coming in?
Sales person: December pa po.
A: tagal pa! sige na nga, I’ll get it, lalagyan ko nalang ng lotion paa ko!


It’s like trying to fit in small and tight shoes.
I like it but it’s not good for me and I need it now.
It hurts.
But I have to stand on it. I have to make it work. It’s like I don’t have any other choice.
I am so sick and tired of this. I just want to remove it. Throw it. Because this is not helping me at all. 
If only I have the will to leave (again). To find the right way.
I wanted to quit!!! God, show me sign that this is still worth it.
And just like undersized pair, I have to stretch it. To make things happen and to pretend that this might be helpful anyway.
I wish I’ll know where to go. What to do. For now, I just have to stay, until I can bear this pain, this tight pair is causing my feet. :(

Forgive and Forget Cheap Shoes

It just happens, at some point, i encounter cheap shoes. i assume a good quality...i easily fall on their traps and what they present. They are easy to go and fun to deal with; I assume an easy walk on them. Then i miss to be careful and those cheap shoes put me in a thwarting situation. They break. They hurt my feet. And worst, they smash my personality.


There’s no any reason to still keep them. I just have to toss them.
I wanted to get back to them. I wanted to show how I can easily destroy them as they don’t have any value from the start. But then, with all the adversities happening to the world I just have to wish and pray that they will be razed in time. (because Karma will always be a bitch!) 


I forgive. 
And I will forever forget those cheap shoes.

"But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you" Matthew 5:44

Mr. Shoe

It’s been exactly a year since I put on that pair. It was not love at first sight. It was not the heel I would kill for and not the style I would die for. But the moment I wore it, it veiled a story.

Our story.

I knew it.. I felt it..

The one that has sole that defines greater value, an impression of style and a heel that is regal and remarkable.

For my 80 and something pairs of shoe.

For those broken heels and soles.

For those pairs I glaringly cried for and let go.

For that one great pair I have desperately waited and prayed for.

For you.

For us.

I love you, JeromeChristopher.

And I will forever thank God for having you.

Happy 1^st Anniversary.

Cheers to more and more years!

13 Broken Pairs.

God bless the broken shoes, they led me straight to you...

It’s almost a year ago when I just stopped.

Got tired and told myself: “I’m done.”

I didn’t know what went through, but I suddenly lost my faith in trying and finding that pair with its perfect pair.

One day, I woke up and realized I am living with 80 pairs of shoes!!! It took me time and courage to once again evoke each pair. Each story.

13 broken pairs.

I decided to finally let them go.

Unleash the times I had in them.

Of memories built.

Of painful wounds that left marks and calluses.

But then, these pairs led me to that way where I finally let myself took chance again. Made me believe once again.. brought back my love (and addiction) for shoes.

It has been a long way, and finally I had the will and reason to honestly say to myself and to the whole shoeworld: “Hell yeah, I am happy!”

Down to 67 pairs after throwing 13 broken pairs, I am so back on track! :)

I am back to finding fabulous shoefinds again(Oh,and I’m back to blogging again.)

My real shoe story has just begun.

Making it happen.

Making it real.

Making it right.

Cheers to more and more shoes! ;)

67 pairs (and counting!)