I really hate shopping for CNY clothes. Ok to be more specific, I hate buying things when CNY is round the corner. Shops will be packed with shoppers everywhere.
When I finally mustered enough courage to brave the pandemonium for a dress that I've been eyeing, I had a rough idea of what I'm in for. Crowds, queues, squeezing my way through.... at the shop, it was just as expected: throngs of shoppers trying to make their way around, even more shoppers flipping through piles of clothes that looked as if they were discarded rather than discounted, salesgirls in a frenzy, and the whole place was saturated with rowdy shoppers' banter mostly made up of people yelling "Excuse me!", "Ouch!", "Sorry!", "Can you get me a new piece?" I wonder if aliens on another planet are getting a live telecast of the scenes of the ugly Singaporeans. If they're watching it on their TVs, they must be pretty intrigued. It's like reality TV.
I wanted to get my dress asap and run home and hide. Far from the maddening crowd. So, in record time, I checked the item, paid and dashed out of the shop. Phew! My CNY dress is now proudly hung up in my wardrobe, as a testimony to my courage and survival. Victory!
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