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I did another crazy thing today..

Queued for the crazy Mango Sale at 7.30am in the Raffles City Shopping Centre with my shoppaholic sister. My first time to queue for a sale, okay..

In fact, we reached the place at about 7am. But, there are always early birds. There WAS already a queue at 7am! Woah~ Maybe that's why it's a Singaporean trademark - We love to queue. Haha..

Being a little more "un-kiasu" than the rest of the "Kiasu" Mango fans, we headed for breadfast instead. Charged to Ya Kun, but the shop wasn't even opened. Haa! No choice. We went to Citylink for breakfast instead.

By the time we ate, queued and finally got into Mango, I tell you.. Shopping is a mad business in Singapore. Within seconds, the whole shop was swarmed! The poor sales staff had to scream to the security uncle "UNCLE!! STOP! STOP!", and waved madly with a time out sign. Girls around are already grabbing their precious clothes everywhere like it's free. Well, maybe the clothes are almost free to them as it's a sale. Ha.

And poor me just to get a pair of pants that hanged at the lower shelves nearly "genna" poked in the eye by a stupid girl who anyhow waved her clothes hanger. GRRRR... Yes, I wasn't happy. I gave her the evil eye.

Squeezing from the front to the back of the shop wasn't an easy task man. After a million "Excuse me", I finally found my "lost" sibling at the handbag section located at the back of the shop. This area offered a splendid view of women trying on clothes. Nothing wrong since it's crowded? Mind you. They cleverly "chopped" a place on the ground with a PILE of their clothes that reminded me of Jurassic Park's humogous dinosaur shit on the ground. My god. They are really quick.

The queue to the cashier was long.. You had to backtrack half the distance of what you had walked. Lucky me, I need not queue so long as I had to report for work. My sister had to queue for our purhases alone. Hehe..

Oh well.. After today, I must conclude one thing. I really think I don't qualify to call myself a shoppaholic.. Because I'm neither aggressive nor quick.

Haha..

Thursday, June 23, 2005
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