Balls of Gold
Stumbling upon an enclave of cheap merchandise is always welcome, thus when I found myself wide-eyed over the $10 clothes lining the entire Bugis Street, I felt that I was in retail heaven. I had come to find the place due to work because I was out delivering some privilege cards that were long overdue. I literally had to make a run for it just to get my duties done as soon as possible and, well, do some window shopping. As I trooped back to the shopping mecca I realized a was pulling an empty stroller bag with me. Of course, knowing my very high logic that empty bags must be filled in, I headed to the second floor stalls where the air was conditioned and stuffed my bad with goods.
After sharing this experience with a friend, she mentioned that I am an impulsive shopper; I am not going to deny this, however, I believe that my case isn’t a lost cause as I know my limits (when I find myself starving but with a new piece of clothing) and the stuff that I buy are: one, important and two, inexpensive. I really do need clothes.
Anyway, after my little – er, big – shopping spree, I headed to Arab Street to try some chicken briyani that Adri recommended. Surprisingly, I enjoyed my meal. Actually, I enjoyed it too much that I didn’t notice one of my tongue ring’s screwed-on balls (it sounds bad, I know) got loose and well…I swallowed it. During that time I was meeting up with Elsa in fifteen minutes but I needed to grab some balls (forgive the pun) to secure my tongue pierce. So I ran back to Bugis Street (like lightning!) and made my way back to Arab Street where Elsa was waiting for me. Yes, now I have balls of gold because they’re pretty and goldish. Haha. It doesn’t have to make sense, you know, nor does it need to have a reason.
Last night ended rather well as Elsa and I decided to join Adri and her cousins who were in town from New York. Had some delicious iced coffee from this place at the corner of Desker Road and then we went back to Arab Street to have some music and more drinks at Blu Jazz. Getting home was a pain though; somebody should do something about the cab fares around here.
