Shopping is exercise

Shopping could be a good exercise. It forces me to move my legs, my arms, my body. Brisk walking is also good for my heart and lungs. My senses become more alert, my adrenaline shoots up and shopping exercises my brain cells too. Thinking, choosing, deciding, analyzing, computing. It also fills up my body with emotions.
Excited, happy. If item is expensive and I can’t afford it– there comes a feeling of sadness (exaggeration). Others are even engulfed with self-pity (so dramatic). When the credit card bill comes, it’s no longer excitement that we’re feeling. Remorse. Bakit kasi nag-shopping pa ako.

There’s a new shopping complex about 30 minutes drive away from where we stay. Upon reaching the parking area, Edmund said “tunawan na ito ng credit card”. Hehehe, hahaha, hohoho.

First stop is Charlotte Russe

So cheap naman, seven dollars. dun tayo sa mas mahal.

This one, ten dollars.

Le Creusett is not only heavy in weight, but it’s also heavy in the pocket.

Just for the sake of having one in my kitchen, I’ll buy the tiniest casserole. $69 + 9 % tax? Eh mukhang laruan lang ito. Wag na.

Ang init. I only get to wear my hat when I am in the US. One time I used this in the Philippines, people stared at me. As if they’re seeing a hat for the first time.

I really like this dress. I could wear this to the office.

Sobrang plunging neck-line. A plane could mistakenly land on my cleavage. Baka mapagkamalang runway.

I should have checked the tag price first, before bringing this dress to the fitting room.

$173.60 + tax = Pass

90% discount = Max Mara I love you

Prada, Made in Spain

I want to have a small sling bag for walking, going to the movies, short pasyal, going to the market and groceries, yung iwas dukot.

This would do. Sales lady showed me the code- #1, which means it’s made in Italy. Okay, that’s good, I didn’t want to buy a Prada that’s made in China.

There were two Japanese customers who bought $1,800 bag each. The cashier didn’t ask for their IDs. When it was my turn to pay, she asked for my ID for a $450 purchase. Is that racial discrimination or racial profiling or I simply looked so poor?

I do this too. I use my bag to cover my stomach. This model doesn’t have a stomach.

Vietnamese masahistas also get into the action.

Tired legs? $12 for ten minutes? Sobrang bitin yan. I’ll just wait till I get home, P300 for an hour.

This Japanese guy was coming out of the Tommy Hilfiger store when I saw his face plastered on the glass window. Hey man, that’s not the door. Parang ako, when one time I was in Megamall.
The store’s alarm went off sa lakas ng bangga nya sa glass. Hayun, the security came and checked all his shopping bags.

The Latina toilet cleaner closed the men’s toilet because she said she’s still drying the floor. The male customers were all frowning while waiting for her to remove the do not enter sign. In the meanwhile, the line at the women’s toilet was building up. I’ve been impatiently waiting for about 10 minutes, when I reached the toilet door, she blocked my path with a broom and she put a yellow sign “Closed for cleaning”. I was so pissed. She said she’s going to clean first and told us to wait for 15 more minutes.

I left and walked to the next one. Ang layo naman.

Our meeting place was at the fast food in the middle of the complex. I arrived ahead of Edmund.

We both had Chicken Teriyaki with Shrimp Combination from the Japan Café. The cashier and the cooks were Mexicans. And they liked to chat while cooking.

While Edmund ordered food, I kept an eye on our shopping bags. He bought some golf shirts from PUMA. Pag golfer ka, Puma is the place to be.