Just came back from the cobbler's. Is remarkable that cobblers still exist in this day and age. I wonder how do they survive, when their work is tedious and yet garners meagre profit. Anyway, the old malay uncle who sewn my shoes outside a Secret Recipe outlet seems to be doing fine, chatting away amiably to his customers.
Baargh! My pair of Nike shoes failed me, with their soles falling off and making my strides awkward and slappy (slap slap slap on the floor). Proves that Nike isn't all that great after all. Hehe. But it doesn't matter now. The cobbler was extremely skilful, piercing holes into my shoes and threading black strings here and there. So now, my punctured shoes are ready to be worn once again! :D
Baargh! My pair of Nike shoes failed me, with their soles falling off and making my strides awkward and slappy (slap slap slap on the floor). Proves that Nike isn't all that great after all. Hehe. But it doesn't matter now. The cobbler was extremely skilful, piercing holes into my shoes and threading black strings here and there. So now, my punctured shoes are ready to be worn once again! :D
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