Tuesday, October 12, 2010
I have always wanted to join the fun run. Whenever the situation calls for joining the event ─ like the most recent 10.10.10 Run for Ilog Pasig ─ I constantly blame myself for not having to buy a new pair of running shoes. The old one, my blue pair of Fila had just raised its retirement flag early this year.
More than the need for resources, I’m so poor in remembering things to buy for myself. “It’s good to wear a helm on your head when inside the department store,” uttered one friend who finds my eyes roaming around each time I see clothes in the ladies section. Spotting the parade of all this feminine stuffs in front of me, I honestly seem to possess partial amnesia. While that pair of running shoes is waving at me just a few steps away, all I’ve been seeing are those dresses and skirts matching my panache.
Buy me! I can hear the shoes speak.
More than the need for resources, I’m so poor in remembering things to buy for myself. “It’s good to wear a helm on your head when inside the department store,” uttered one friend who finds my eyes roaming around each time I see clothes in the ladies section. Spotting the parade of all this feminine stuffs in front of me, I honestly seem to possess partial amnesia. While that pair of running shoes is waving at me just a few steps away, all I’ve been seeing are those dresses and skirts matching my panache.Buy me! I can hear the shoes speak.
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