Meh..

I have a love/hate affair with Queensway Shopping Mall. On the upside, it is a haven for sports equipment. Whatever your sport is, be it floorball, soccer, tennis and god-forbid, larcrosse, you'd be sure to find whatever you need within the four walls of this tacky mall. The downside, however, is in the layout of all the shops, which can only be described as messy and disorganized, to say the least.

How I'd kill to be in a utopian society whereby all the running stores would be arranged in a single file, just waiting for me to enter and explore it's innards. Instead, I have to negotiate through the extremely complex maze of tiles, weave in and out of narrow paths and experience seemingly endless deja vus, all the while keeping a mental checklist of all the things that I came there to buy and trying my resist the temptation to purchase a want. Being a man though, the thoughts about buying the unnesessary never really crossed my mind.

That goes the same for companions when I'm shopping, or maybe I have to use the more manly term, buying. I find shopping companions 'unnesessary'. I love going to stores on my own. Taking my own sweet fucking time browsing through all their stuff. No pressure from anyone wanting you to make a hasty decision between the 'expensive but nicer-looking' mizuno dri-fit and the 'it does what a shirt's supposed to do' fbt tee. People find it amusing when I tell them that I love shopping on my own, just like how I have no qualms whatsoever when it comes to eating alone outside.

1 running tee, 2 shorts and 5 pairs of socks. Tempted to get another tee but I figured having 6 is already a tad overkill.

Labels: queensway, running is awesome, shirt, shorts, socks