Of Shoes and Famine

White blouse: Bysi, black bodycon skirt: F21, pPlatform wedges: Bershka,

Accessories: Diva and Rubi

I paid good money for this pair of platform wedges and they are an utter disappointment I liked them very much; a conservative design with subtle stud details plus my kind of height. I mean I have way much cheaper shoes which have served me damn well better thanchu Bershka.

The horror to find your shoes slowly disintegrating even when you have kept them well in the shoebox. The shoes literally came apart before my eyes. First, the leather fell off like crumbles off the crackers you eat and I told myself that it was okay since it is a pair of black shoes and no one will notice the unsightly tatter. Then, the platform came apart and so I brought them to the cobbler last Saturday to have the platform glued back. And I continued wearing them in the sorry state that they were this past Tuesday and Wednesday when the soles came off. That was the last straw! I had to resort to taping the soles just so that they wouldnt fall off when I walk in them! 
Now, they lie at the bottom of the trashcan waiting to be picked by Majlis Bandaraya Johor Bahru.   

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This morning, as I was happily applying baremineral foundation on my face, my ma recounted what she saw on tv the day before, on the famine and drought crisis in East Africa and immediately, I was choking back my tears. At one refugee camp, a mother whose child (she had 2 children) has died from the drastic condition (most prolly malnourishment), did not report the death. A few days later, the medical officers who were doing their rounds found the dead child asked the mother why didnt she report the death and the reason given was she didnt want the food ration for the dead child to be taken away. The first thought that came to my mind was she was not acting out of selfishness but out of her instinct for survival. The red tapes in East Africa (downright outrageous if you ask me) have delayed aid into East Africa and there are 12 million people waiting for help to arrive. If you look at it from another perspective (if the food/medical assistance/money does not arrive anytime sooner), they are actually waiting to DIE. And it is totally totally heartwrenching seeing all the skinny malnourished children in the news. The crisis has certainly tug at my heartstrings and it broke the dam! It had me crying non-stop.

Tremendous support and effort (= MONEY) is needed to help these 12 million people and the ONE seafood dinner/italian dinner/french dinner/whatever fancy dinner you give up can go a long way. DONATE HERE NOW!
And you can bet on your pretty tight ass I have donated! In addition, I am a monthly contributor to UNICEF, which pledges to help children worldwide. You can help save lives and make the world a better place!

Damn, I feel like a preacher.