Another 3-day weekend flew by. And more and more my body (and brain) is going on vacation mode. I dowanna go to work anymore! And the bazaars... man. They are just everywhere. They are evil! And I am one heck of a victim. I've spent practically all my salary on gifts for friends, relatives and well, myself. Okay fine, most of the things are for myself. Bad Fozzy. B-A-D.

Saturday, my sister and I went to the Fort. I got gifts for my female cousins and my bestfriend from highschool. I got earrings for myself. I got one of those faker climacool adidas shirts for Chips. I am in search for affordable but useful gifts for my male cousins. Guy gifts are always the hardest gifts to find and I get myself into this rut every Christmas. I also dropped by to an audition for a musical being produced by Chips' friend (it's going to be all-original, and about the life of Esther from the Bible). My sister was then recruited as a dancer-choreographer. She is also by the way the dancer-choreographer-producer-whatever of ABANDON, a live dance and rock concert at UP on December 21. Tag apester for more details.

Sunday, I woke up late and had lunch. I was to drive myself to Christ the King where Chips was selling Yonex badminton rackets (they're Class A stuff - email me if interested). I then manage to purchase a clutch bag, a necklace and a leather cuff for myself. I also buy a gift for my mom and some trinkets for our Creatives. I am still at a loss for my male cousins, and realize that I absolutely have no clue as to what I should give my dad. Arg. I cannot give him yet another pair of boxers. My sister manages to almost complete her Christmas list.

Monday, Chips and I go to Megamall to find my sister an 18th birthday gift. We are also on a mission to find a substitute pair of glasses for the Dolce & Gabbanas he lost. After going from building A to building B and back, we come across a stunning pair of D&G's (the price is as expected, hoo-waa). He later buys them after much deliberation (and walking). I get to buy my dad a Christmas gift. I sure hope it fits him. If it doesn't, well, he'll just have to lose weight. We also get to buy my sister her gift. And I had to go through hell and high water to get it in a color that will match her room. She'd better like it.

My wallet is dying. And next weekend, Chips will be in another bazaar. Which means I will be spending more money. Arg. But the temptation is too great to resist.