mango tango
today in the train a pregnant woman was left standing throughout her journey. APPALLING LA, APPALLING!
*breathe* moving on.
yesterday the three of us went to the mango sale at shaw. before that i was chanting to myself 'see see only, no need to buy...' SEE SEE KEPALAHOTAKAKU. i walked out with 2 tops and jila bought a pair of jeans. awin deserves some applause for resisting to buy a single item. well done awin.
it was a mad house inside mango. it was crowded and stuffy and can i make a tiny suggestion? husbands or boyfriends who are accompanying their other halves should just wait outside and not hang around inside the store. just hand over your cash or credit cards to the girls and let them do their shopping on their own. if not you are just taking up unnecessary space and air. it is a hassle walking in the store with grumpy looking men in the way, with us running rings around you and trying to avoid tripping over someone's discarded piles of clothes at the same time. falling down flat on the floors of mango is not cool eh sila.
speaking of men and shopping.. i'm not bitter at all that there are men who pay for their women's shopping. not. bitter. at. all. men carrying heavy handbags while the girls are busy searching thru every rack of clothes? not bitter. men carrying shopping bags for them and then treating them to a nice dinner after that cos they reckon it must be tiring being on your feet for an hour in a stuffy, humid store? STILL NOT BITTER. TAK LANGSUNG.
hrmph.
ok back to reading TODAY. cos i'm always busy like that. hurr.
