Everything was going perfectly last Sunday UNTIL we decided to head home. I was able to masterfully walk for 4 straight hours in my newly acquired shoes, going up and down stair cases, escalators and even road slopes until I looked sideway, unmindful of the uneven brick flooring of the parking lot. For the 2nd time this month, I fell!!! This time it's more embarrassing since there were a lot who saw me. I even heard a lady shouting, "help the girl up!". When my knees turned wobbly after stepping on the uneven bricks, I knew I had to hold on to something to stop me from completely falling down. I reached for my brother's shirt who was in front of me that time but I was too late. I got hold of nothing but the thin air. I was so shocked with what happened that I wasn't able to stand up immediately. I looked at everyone around me, baffled by their concerned gazes. Good thing I felt merciful arms lifting me. Just like that, I was out of trance. I laughed. Really laughed. And thanked everyone looking at me then for the concern. My face was so hot with embarrassment but oh well, it's not as if I died. Or maybe I did. Died of embarrassment, that is.
top: from my mom's closet| Shorts: Cinderella| Shoes: Aldo| Accessories: Aldo| Headpiece: Forever 21