Bismillah. Salam.
When I was 18, aku kenal seorang senior aku yang main basketball. Orang panggil dy Cipot. Dy pakai kasut Air Jordan Retro series, warna merah, hitam, putih. And I'll never forget what it looked like. I really liked it. But she had miniature sized feet and she wore children sized shoes. I can't tho. My feet are fat and long. Macam hobbit.
I saw and fell in love with this shoe here. I've always wanted an Air Jordan Retro. Masa Paris pun hampir beli but I didn't get the chance sebab wallet aku kena curi. All money lost, credit cards kaput, gone, poof.
Memang tak ada rezeki agaknya. I told my Ma, I want an Air Jordan for my hantaran. Tell my future husband I want an Air Jordan for hantaran. Not some high-heel shoes whose brand I don't know who. I only recognize Jimmy Choo. Itupun dari lagu.
Anyways, got another chance to buy. I could just buy one now. with My money. But I didn't. Why? Cause' I was too scared. Orang kata aku tiru Paez la, kasut aku dah banyak, semua elok. So why should I buy new shoes? It's just something I want. Not need kan? Baik derma duit ke anak yatim. 150 from Air Jordan to that Palestinian fund.
Air Jordan Retro will be something I've always wanted, admired, love. Something so close but so far. Something I dream of. Close to never having it. Something I wish for.
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