My best friend had her very first flea market yesterday! Me being the most helpful best friend in existence, I was the one who helped her bring her stuff from Tampines all the way to Lot One at Choa Chu Kang.
And me being the most slackiest and freest best friend in the clique, I decided to stay there the whole day, because I had time to kill, like I always do. No regrets in this decision though!
We had a few genius moments, like realising that she didn't bring plastic bags for the customers. I'm not sure why Cold Storage didn't sell any, and I even asked my Heroines if any of them could come and provide us with some T_T
Problem solved by asking the neighbour at the booth next to us though. Siying offered to pay for the 10 plastic bags she received, but the woman wouldn't hear of it. Such generosity.
I ran up and down the whole shopping mall a lot! First to get Siying a marker and masking tape, for her to write her signs and stuff. Then to get her iced coffee. Then to look for plastic bags, then to buy myself some chicken chop :3
I swear that chicken chop was the best, it basically felt like 2 meals in one, because there was rice, corn, telur mata lembu, and the wonderful chicken chop itself. A meal fit for a princess!
And then I made two more trips down for iced milo. Best milo ever too. Expensive as hell though, because two bucks.
So you should be able to see by now how I'd been freeloading all morning. All day too actually. I've always been bad at customers, no joke. And the social problems and lack of confidence don't help either. Siying did all the talking.
We also did our own chatting, because it always feels like such a long time since we last spoke. The whole time we chatted, our chairs were back-to-back with that of the boy at the booth next to us. I can't possibly imagine how he'd react to our conversations if he'd been eavesdropping. Listening to a pair of girl best friends talk is always a scary thing xD
We had free cotton candy, or candy floss, whatever. Feels like that part of my childhood has been gone for a century, because I forgot how it tasted. I forgot how the substance melts immediately in your mouth, and how its sweetness spreads all across your tongue, and disappears right after. Gosh.
The Mercy Relief volunteers were going around selling fruit punch for 50cents a cup, but they weren't coming to us when we really wanted a drink. It was only when there were two cups left did we get desperate. Tried to get their attention, for the sake of the fruit punch xD
That fruit punch tasted exactly like how it would at a Malay wedding, as silly as it sounds. It made me think of the times when my cousins and I would be running around in our baju kurungs, and only come back to the house to get a taste of the fruit punch.
There was a Malay family at one of the other booths, and they just further fueled my nostalgia. I don't know about you guys but Malay families are probably one of the most supportive ever. If you have an event that doesn't happen everyday, you bet that everyone would be there on that day. Right?
It was fun as heck, watching Siying lower the prices as the day went by, getting ignored by customers, watching other booths. Oh, and I like the part where we were gossiping about pinoys, and along came a pair to buy stuff, to which they said: "I see your face so nice, so I come here!" ohmaigosh, I couldn't help laughing when she said that.
All in all, I had a lot of fun. Sure, I may have gotten sleepy or bored, but it was better than rotting at home, maybe even better than my usual routine of riding the roads.
And here's a super random 'vlog', made out of the footage I recorded out of boredom.
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