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    Sunday, September 18, 2005

    Was at jp in the afternoon to celebrate the sister's birthday. After lunch at fish & co saw all 5 of us on a shopping spree. From new apparels to undergarments and then to some selekeh sleep-wear. In the midst of the raving mad activity, I felt uncomfortable and had to make my way to the ladies to have a change. And so I rushed to the loo on the same level but only to find that it has been closed for renovation. With the mother of all the inconvenience (the crowd was a pain), I had to go up to the next level with almost an overload napkin (pardon the goriness). But alas, they were cleaning and refused all patrons of jp admission and so I had to go up another level. I was cussing throughout my journey to the loo on the topmost level of jp which, in my opinion, is a fairly huge shopping complex. It ought to have better sanitation services.

    There was something else which got on my last nerve and that was, children running around the mall like it's a huge playground altogether. I wasn't an angel as a girl but I knew the difference between a mall and a playground and at least my parents did not choose to be oblivious. If I had kids who run and scream like their grandfather owns the mall, I'd probably give them a tight slap.

    And what is it with couples having to snog right smack in the centre of the universe or maybe just the escalator? They're not only getting in the way of others but are also an eyesore. Damn annoying and disgusting. orrghh-look-we're-the-sweetest-couple-in-the-fucking-world or ohh-aren't-we-cute kinda couple you're not!

    Kwinella @ 9:32 AM!