woke up early this morning to head down to city hall for the mango sale.
my crazy cousin wanted to go.
gosh...this would be my first and last first day mango sale ever.

firstly,
i had to join the crazy queue at 715 am.
which was already 40 people long...in a single file.
den i have to wait for the doors to open at 8am??

secondly,
people were pushing me around.
and taking into account i'm pretty short and comparatively small.
i could barely even figure my way around.
gosh.
all i saw was boobs and bags.

thirdly,
i got stomped on by freaking heels.
stabbing hard into my poor feet.
ouch.

to top that off... the clothes arent even that nice.
sigh....i'll just stick to shopping when there's lesser people.
frantic shopping is just not me.
could literally see the cat claws coming out of the ladies.
fighting for that piece of clothing they eyed.
the stares they give you when you're holding to some nicer top.

where's the joy of shopping.
no enjoyment derived there.
pointless.

left the shop within 10 mins.
and waited outside for my cousin and sam.
staring at people was much more interesting.

a number of ladies brought their guys there.
poor guys...
they were there to fulfil their duties

DUTY 1: to buy breakfast for their honeys while their honey joined the queue early in the morning.
DUTY 2: to be the "shopping bag", i.e, where the girls dump their shopped clothes at. --saw 3 guys by the corner looking bored with hands filled with clothes--
*giggles*
DUTY 3: to queue up for payment as the ladies continue scramming for clothes.
DUTY 4: pay for them???


i'll stick to slow shopping with my frens.