Little girls, fans of blog queens, and vintage princess came streaming in, not to forget the clubbing babes all pulling their awkward looking boyfriends. Girls squeezing into tiny walkways just to snatch the last piece of dress, waving or shouting frantically hoping to get the shop keeper's attention so they would threw it over. Squeals of delight or singlish rants could be heard, which that little obstacle could made them lose it, withholding the singaporean within. Girls kneeling down, putting their face into gigantic luggage digging for apparels, and shouting triumphantly waving the dress in the air, as if a bomb defuse commander cutting the right wire.
Not to forget those celebrity blog princesses and prince who's there and their loyal fans who came over to support, ranging from those who bought alot of goods to those who squeeze through, just to take a photo with them.
Flea. yes flea.
What an interesting sight. Not a culture shock for me since i expected it, but it just seem special indeed. Not an ordinary Saturday since i spend my Saturday down at club avatar ogling at pretty ladies while adel does her shopping. I'm always wow-ed by how they turn clubs into flea markets, but they could just pull it off somehow. An array of goods, displayed along the podium, the dance floor, heels littered around the floors, this could be just what they meant by a women's dream. U dont even have to travel much, people are seen throwing glances in all directions and the tough part is only all about swimming through that crowd.
*starts to get lazy*
sorry, brain juice being sapped. over and out.
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