blisssssterrrrrrrr

i hurt. a lot.
sigh.

see i finally have something to blog about. i didn't really want to blog this coz my feet aren't particularly pretty but mama vin suggested (insisted actually) i blog about this so here is my finally, newest, latest entry.

anyway, yea, i attended this career fair thing hosted by my uni which was held in the clayton campus (for those of you that dont' know, i study in the caulfield campus and clayton's like.. i don't know.. a half an hour bus ride away)
so, back to story. career fare. nothing much about it there except i stayed a little longer than i should have and i had to hurry back in time to catch my tute. my AUDITING tute.
yes, it's auditing, and really important and therefore imperative i attend.

and like, 1km away (i'm probably exaggerating but it felt like that) i saw the uni shuttle bus turning a corner and if i miss that bus, i'm gonna miss class. so i RAN to the bus stop. yes, i ran. in a pair of freaking uncomfortable heels and for a freaking damn far distance.

don't ask me why i didn't just stop and go barefoot or just skip class.
i can't skip auditing coz it's auditing.
and i didn't think about the whole barefoot thing. probably coz i was laden down with my graduate programme books.

upon reflection, i should have just dumped everything. coz it isn't worthed the pain.

and therefore, i am blistered. and damn miserable. it effing hurts.
it was soooooo painful i almost cried when kenneth asked me to meet him a couple of blocks away and WALK down stairs to get jien's phone. i didn't make it down the stairs, haha.
i took a cab home coz this effing hurts too much to have to make the long half an hour trek back home from uni, rwar.
and almost died when i washed my feet to get out all the dirt and stuff. it. was.. like.. throwing spirit on an open wound. feels like anyway. i've tried that before.
i have not yet figured out how i'm gonna sleep tonight. darren found it hilarious. i think. i'm not sure if he was laughing at my ielts photo or at my feet. vin wants to know how i actually sleep tonight.
i'm not sure either.

a close up of my poor pathetic blistered feet. yes, they actually hurt as much as they look. which is to say, this are the worst blisteres i've ever gotten in my life. ever.

may the force be with my poor blistered feet,
cheers~

p/s: physical pain's good for the soul i think. i read somewhere that it makes you feel alive. or maybe makes you focus on other.. areas. agree?