Curr-ching!
"So much for frugal lifestyle" I told Clara when I met her at Orchard. Pretty determined I was in MRT-ing. As I approached the control station, I fished for the EZlink in my wallet, only to realise it was nowhere to be found. "I'm in the card compartment in your Agnes B", the card personalised in my mind. Oh boy.. no choice, I got myself a one-way ticket. Then ext garbra thing, I bought a ticket for pitstop at Orchard instead of Somerset (where we were supposed to meet). Damn garbra la.
Well, if that wasn't bad enough, starving boy made the both of us walked all the way from Takashimaya to Heeren and back, only to abode our plan for lunch and settled for drinks at the news-stand outside Heeren.
Bloated with water, we announced our shopping spree when we set foot into Ngee Ann City, Sephoria. Clara got a lovely-colored blusher. The first item before our empty hands accumulated, so did the credit card bill an receipts... and having our eyes filled with things since our stomachs weren't furnished.
While accomplishing a task for Clara's hunt for watch (present for her colleague), we located ourselves at this German watch-seller store. Therein you bet you'd never fail to amaze yourself with the beautiful and interesting collection. The customer service was good. Thye bothered to explain to you the characteristics of the watches, somewhat competent in their knowledge of the stuff they've got in their trunk. This is even when you are not diffusing your "I shall buy something from your store" aura. The collections ranges from a few hundreds to 4 digits, nearing 8-9K. Exclusive and interesting would be how I would fill the feedback survey, if there ever was.
The shopping continued for nearly three hours plus, I bagged some facial products from MAC, a 0.32 carat earrings from Lee Hwa (the most valuable purchase for the evening), a dvd, my Biotherm restock and a cologne. Clara said "we certainly got a good shopping today".
Guess we are getting old for this, shopping from near 4 - 10pm, our feets were begging for pardon. We found ourselves having coffee, tea with their "friends", a new york cheesecake and this chocolate lava-fordue. Trust me, it's chocolaty and the chocolate's generously oozing out when the fork embed its teeth into the auburn dessert.
Fruitful day doesn't come without a price tag. My kneel took a toll due to overexertion from the morning run and long-houred shopping journey on foot. And, the pinch of aftermath guilt that will surface when the bank print the digits onto the statement of accounts.
