I hit the bed before 10.30 pm last night, after spending the whole day out shopping. I was totally exhausted. My feet are still sore. Very sore. But as I closely look at them now, I feel like I'm proudly examining the battle scars from the ordeal yesterday. Blisters. Four of them. I pray to God that they won't pop yet. Atleast not until I leave Hong Kong.
I think I'm going to go soak my feet in some hot water. Hopefully that would bring some life back into them.