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waxing lyrical @ blogspot v1 - introspection.
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Sunday, June 22, 2003I'm so disgustingly tired. My hands are red and sore and my arms are aching terribly. I swear even my usual taekwondo session isn't that exhausting. So what was I up to? I went shopping.If you're not in the know, the Mango sale started today. Angie called me at 8.30 am telling me she was already outside the Centrepoint Mango outlet. I thought she was quite mad to be there so early but I was wrong because by the time I reached the City Hall outlet at 10, it was filled with women and the whole store looked as if a tornado had swept through it. Chaos. And the queues, goodness gracious, snaking all over the store, be it for the fitting rooms or simply to pay. When we had enough of the City Hall outlet, we moved on to the Suntec one. My eyes very nearly popped out of their sockets when I saw the payment queue looping around the store say 3-4 times. I for one, queued a good hour just to settle my purchases. Very nearly died from all the standing and I had to drag this ugly red plastic bag (they sealed my very heavy bag in it) around and eventually my arms got so tired that I kicked it around instead. While in the queue, we had much time on our hands to observe people and it was really difficult not to notice the guys in the queue looking extremely bored and pained. They had the same sad expression on their face and you can almost hear them thinking "Why did I ever agree to accompany my girlfriend out today?" *LOL* And since we were so bored, we started making jokes at their expense and they must have been really annoyed at this trio of mad girls looking in their direction and sniggering away. But we really didn't do it on purpose. It's just part of the madness that takes over you when you step into a Mango store during its sale period. On a side note, I think I finally appreciate the use of a boyfriend. During sales, you can make him queue for you at the fitting room while you go look for clothes to try on. While you're trying them on, he can start queuing at the cashier and after you've purchased your stuff, you can make him carry all your bags for you! A ready slave at your beck and call! Damn. Why didn't I realise it earlier? *sulks* It's okay. I'll get one for the next Mango sale then. *LOL* 01:30 |
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