Today, I was dragged off by my mother to buy court shoes for the upcoming pre-university seminar in June (very kiasu, I know). I require such a pair of shoes because I have to wear a blazer. After much whining and wandering around, my mother discovers that I really cannot fit my freakishly large and square feet into women's court shoes, and we end up buying a men's pair that suspiciously look like Michael Jackson's.This amuses me greatly. These flexible and rather expensive leather shoes are now sitting in my cupboard, awaiting the fateful week in June where I am going to clomp around in them all over NUS and look like a crazy spinster. Or so my mother says.
The next step is to demonstrate to my mother how any attempts to put make-up on me will end with my face looking like the Joker.
Why so serious, batman?
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