Going to the mall with a one-year-old kid can be bloody murder, especially if said kid has a fascination with stairs. Coupled with "not wanna go with you" attitude, when the mother is looking through clothes. Trust me on this one.

Gaah...

Tiring, but enjoyable. I got to go out of the house, so that was nice. We got back quite late but I didn't mind. It was an adventure, of a sort, especially when the kid was set down on the and started running all over the place, crying and looking for her mom, and she was going in the wrong direction, mind.

I managed to buy myself a new hairbrush, a leather scoongie to match with my leather jacket, and a pair of cute baby socks in blue. They were cute! And I wanted to have something to place my cell phone in as I didn't have a leather case for the new unit. I could have bought some of those ready made cloth cases -- and there were plenty on offer -- but I figure, why buy that when there's a cheaper substitute? And it was like, I could buy two pairs of baby socks for one piece of the cloth case. Easy choice.

So now that I've been to that local mall, I want to go back, coz there were several items that I want to get. A pair of comfy sandals, for example -- I'm getting tired of the whole running shoes and boots look -- some interesting tops, jeans, and yes, even a skirt or two.

Not to mention CDs, but I want the original, non-pirated version, thank you very much. I could go on yadda yadda yadda about piracy but... Never mind.

On and on it went, until the lights went out, and still they went on... never stopping.