tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28660060386199052042011-09-18T00:25:57.324+08:00simplytutifinding my tail.tutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10111969008544490122noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866006038619905204.post-7858515067053900212011-05-04T21:58:00.003+08:002011-05-05T03:00:40.040+08:00bye shoes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TW64CvnZmg0/TKABc_nbtRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FCKXaOYerNM/s1600/myshoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TW64CvnZmg0/TKABc_nbtRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FCKXaOYerNM/s320/myshoes.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>sorry shoes, you had to go.<br />it was pouring, i was wet, and so were you.<br />it was an unceremonious farewell. i didn't say the right words. but i guess you're free to go now.<br />my colleague said that they probably are happy, having been stepped on for close to thirteen years now? i've lost count.<br />so lead a happy life, in rainbow-shoe-land. i will always remember you. you see, i've even framed you in memory. you had a tiny hole on the side, or else i think i might have heated you up and tried to resuscitate you. but i think enough is enough. it is time to let go. bye shoes. i love you, too.<br /><br /><i>footnote: i actually went to the trash bin later, picked up the plastic bag where they lie, and said bye, take care.</i><br /><i>i don't think anyone at the complex saw me talking to them shoes.. </i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2866006038619905204-785851506705390021?l=simplytuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10111969008544490122noreply@blogger.com14