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Most people dont know, but I have always hated shopping for shoes. Whilst I dont mind and tolerate and at times even love shopping for other things (such as pretty dresses and bags, lol), when it comes to shoes my face turns sour.

It's always been a bad and embarrassing experience for me when i'm looking for shoes. Whilst living in Yemen I was okay for a while. I got there when I was 10 and was already wearing my mothers shoes. No problem. I still had a big choice when it came to shoes.My mother is a size 7 and there are lots of size 7's out there.



Four years later that fun disappeared. Shoes were now a big problem. Stuck in that remote village with not a shopping mall within 500 miles, there was no way I could find shoes to fit my large and, what more, still growing feet.



My dad used to ask his friends going down to the city (6 hours away) to buy them for me. At one time we even asked my Aunt Tina to send some down...and then Aunt Tina said that she had such a hard time finding my size. Oh the shame.



When time came to move to the Bahamas I thought that, finally! I will not have problems finding my size shoes anymore, but Oh boy was I wrong! I cannot understand why the stores hardly carry large sizes! Are their people not big ? Or maybe they are big but with Cinderella feet? But I guess I could ask the same question about the clothes! Why do the stores in the Bahamas carry such small sized clothes? Anyone living there will know what i'm talking about and why i'm asking such a question lol.



Anyway, I'm back in Malaysia and suffering from the same story. Though before coming here me and my dad had put aside 2 days whilst still in the Bahamas just for the sake of shopping for my shoes, and we had bought four pairs. But I do so much walking, and now those pairs are worn out too :(



So long story cut short, I decided to just quit looking for shoes in Malaysia, because who am I kidding? They only carry barbie doll shoe sizes, and I know that I dont have barbie doll sized feet. So I tried to go on eBay instead.



We all know you can find anything on eBay! and happily I did find a few pairs, amongst them these sandals :

(When my aunt saw them she was like 'WHY do you keep on wearing all these high shoes? aren't you tall ENOUGH?' which is true by Malaysian standards, but I like being taller than everyone around me. Last week at the Body Shop I was wearing flats and the sales girl was wearing five inch heels and was much taller than me. It made me feel very annoyed to have to look up to her. I won't do that again.I like to look down on people when I talk to them haha)

So here the horror story begins. The shoes arrived 3 days ago and today I took my brothers to the library and wearing my brand new shoes. They went to the kids section and I went to the adults section and browsed for a while. Soon all the rowdy school kids left, leaving only adults, and the library fell quiet... deathly quiet. Having browsed enough I picked out three books to borrow and began walking briskly over to the kids section when suddenly :

Squeak squeak squeaaaak squeak,

I stopped short.What in the world was that? I wondered.

I took a step.

Squeak!

I stood there horrified. Was that noise coming from me? How?? I looked down. And realization hit me. It was those rubber soles. Arrghhhh!. My first instinct was to walk as fast as possible out of the library but then I realized that with my fast walking the squeaks would probably be even louder. What to dooooooooooo.By now the library staff and the other readers were already giving me weird looks since i'd been standing still in the middle of nowhere for a good five minutes. Slowly I lifted one foot and put it down flat. Then took another step in this fashion, and another. Good. No squeaks. But now I look like a robot. Sooo embarrassing. Trying not to look at the librarians at the counter, I robot-walked over to my brothers. "We have to go now" I hissed, I was so worked up I just pulled one of them up by the collar and led him, protesting in loud whispers, until we reached the door and I ran out.

"What is WRONG WITH YOU MAN!!" Imraan looked like he wanted to eat me, but I didn't pay attention. His loud whisperings were what I needed to drown out the sound of the squeaking and now he had completed his task and I was done with him lol.

Is there any way to stop rubber soles from squeaking?

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