Tweeting in Zara
Just to get a jumpstart on the stuff I shopped in Singapore, I’m sharing this with the hope that you won’t turn into a birdbrain like me in the face of wallet adversary. Believe me, it wasn’t a pretty experience. More like a nightmare. Imagine you’re Becky Bloomwood and you’re in the middle of a street. And both sides of the street are lined with malls. You clap and jump in delight, reach for your purse…
…and with horror you realize it isn’t there. Or maybe you run into a random mall and you discover you’re in some parallel universe where people pay in peanuts and salesladies giggle embarrassedly or look pityingly at you when you hand over a hundred smackers, or worse, you discover credit cards have never been invented.
Nah, none of these happened to me (duh, I don’t even have a credit card), but since the trip was a spontaneous one, I didn’t have a lot of cash with me. I reassesed my belief that our country has too many malls; the famous (or infamous, depending on you) Orchard Road is lined with malls that can make Ayala’s malls look… amateur. But that’s a post for another day ‘coz it’s 3am and I need to catch up on ZZZZzzzs. Here’s a peek of some of my stash.
Hat from Rip Curl (Original Price:S$60, Sale: S$39), Zara peeptoe shooties(?) (Original Price S$200, Sale:S$99)
The hat is for the boyfriend. Shoes of course, are for moi. I didn’t plan to buy it. I walked around Zara, saw lots of stuff on sale, saw the sales tags, and immediately went for the exit lest I get tempted into buying a $60 dress. My companions dawdled over some stuff so I reluctantly stationed myself near the exit to wait for them. BIG MISTAKE. Located near the exit were marked down shoes, tried out a pair, checked the orange sale tags, and started taking off the shoes when my aunt suddenly appeared behind me and chirped “buy it!It looks good on you”, the second bird then chirped “go! go! it’s rare you buy nice shoes anyway,the third bird appeared and tweeted “wahaw! those shoes make your legs look long! buy it”. I started to gesture and cock my head side to side, chirping madly that I shouldn’t. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t. But what could I have done? It was three insistent birds against one.
Clutching the shoes, I flew over to the two harassed salesbirds in the check-out counter and fell in line with other little birds of all shapes and sizes but with similar glazed looks in their eyes. Upon reaching the counter, I handed over a hundred birdseed to the salesbird with the glasses who wordlessly wrapped my shoes and handed it over to me; I then flew quickly out into the night, Zara paper bag flapping in the wind.
Tags: Becky Bloomwood, Orchard Road, Tweets, Zara
