Pooped out

Man, I do this to myself every single year.

Late Christmas shopping : battling the crowds, trudging the malls for the most appropriate gifts, watching my budget, bearing up with irritating people who think the shopping aisles are personal playgrounds for their kids. Oh, and not forgetting the mile-long queues at the cashier counters and the long waits. For anything.

I'm a planning sort of person and I actually brought along a pair of sturdy flipflops and a change of clothes so I would be comfortable shopping. In the end, after a *full* day's work, I just changed shoes. The mall was right next door, after all. So there I was, at Century Square in my work clothes, haversack and flipflops. A sight to be seen, I am sure.

Damn, I'm all pooped out. I trudged solidly for about an hour and a half this evening. I surely don't need any walkie excercise this week.


More to come! I'm not done shopping yet! Oh joy!