Oh my God, how dare you steal my sandals worth RM1000?
(Chorus: Are you sure that your sandals are THAT costly?)
Ha ha ha ha, in truth, the sandals cost me 1000 cents. HA HA HA!
My family was about to pray the God (Pai ti gong) and I put these sandals away in the shoe rack. I was lucky, DAMN lucky. For the next day and the days thereafter, my sandals disappeared, as if they had vanished into thin air.
My family and friends know my recklessness and clumsiness too well. In fact, I tend to put my stuffs anywhere, and my room was not at the least neat. However, I am 100% SURE that my sandals are in the rack. How? HOW???!!!
I rummaged every single corner around the house. Oh great, the sandals were GONE! I am sure that someone must have stole my sandals whilst we were away.
I was stupefied and perplexed. A pair of sandals which is available merely by using a red Ringgit bill (obviously RM10) and in the ever-crowded morning market, can make a person see red? Whoa. I guess it must be another guy who wanted to look for a Valentine's gift the easy way out. My sandals are nowhere runway-ready, but at least they were practical. Yet, they were large (My shoe size is NINE for your information), and was he certain that his girl could wear it? I don't know about this then. (I was just doing some blind-guessing and crapping, yeah!)
Aye, I might as well as regard this case as shoe donation. Not again!