Finally my final post for Singapore and it is three weeks overdue. I still haven't finished my Indie quiz which I started writing in Singapore.
Sunday was my big day for getting out and about for the flea markets. Shops seemed to open in the afternoon, so I drew myself a map and wrote a list of all the places I should go and when to be time efficient. But hahahaha. It didn't turn out at all as I had planned.
On my mother's advice, I left the Thieves' Market on Sungei Road a miss. She thinks she remembers her father buying a second-hand hammer there. I was planning to go to the Clarke Quay flea market but then I didn't because something like I was getting conflicting information from different websites about whether it still exists or not and on the actual Clarke Quay website it says there was a night market everyday that weekend for Christmas products or whatever. So I was doubtful that the morning market would be open.
So I set off in my new favourite usual way - taking the bus to Commonwealth, then the MRT. I got off at Bugis and was walking down the road and came across my aunt and uncle. Which almost didn't occur because I almost didn't take that exit from the station onto that road. Then we went to KFC at Bugis where my cousins were. We were planning that I should walk in on my own and sit near them, but it didn't work out because they saw me at the door with their parents. Anyway, that was cool. But I don't usually talk about personal things like family on my blog, but rather personal things like myself. So back to the story. After that, I set off back down the road to find this Kampong Glam flea market which was supposed to be every third Sunday of the month. And that was the date. But what the hell. I got there and the "kampong" was like, deserted. Groan noise.
I hurried back down the road to Bugis Junction because I was still trying to find a certain top for my mate. I have not told you that story and shall not. This is not just because it is not interesting, but my memory is just not good enough. I found it there but you know, it's just not a top that can be hung, and they were hanging it and it was not good. So I didn't buy it. And then I was feeling really crap and worn out already. My legs had had it from the past couple of weeks. Then, stupidly, I went to the markets across the road to try to find the top. But they didn't have it and stuff there was surprisingly expensive in some stalls. I think buying clothing from Chinese brands is probs cheaper online. Then I went up the escalator to the next floor, walked one aisle then was dying to get out of there. So I did and went across the road to a hawker centre and bought a pineapple juice. I wanted to get some congee but then I simply could not be bothered to buy any food and this hawker centre was super crowded. Groan again. I was getting cranky. That always happens. I get hungry, get cranky, then am too cranky to want to eat. Whatever. The other thing I hate is people who can't be bothered. Which brings me to my other hatred, which is for people who whinge about themselves or about anything. Which means that it is now time to say the sentence I was going to say before the one about whinging, which is about how much I hate people who have negative qualities to them.
I then got on the MRT because I wanted to get somewhere. At City Hall the doors opened as they should and then I was standing on the train and then I remembered the sunglasses shop on Coleman street, so I jumped off the train and walked up the escalator, but then remembered that sunglasses are not easy to carry and I was feeling too tired to be bothered to go all the way there. So I went back down to the platform and waited for the next train.
I think I got out at Raffles Place and the I just wouldn't trust myself on whether I walk left or right. So I tried both a couple of times. I was alternating between thinking "never trust your initial feelings" and "your initial feeling will be correct 95% of the time".
I saw this outside Raffles Place Interchange and wanted to laugh because it made me think about that site with the sad things found on the street. One cannot really see that it is absolutely bucketing rain in this picture.
I got to this place I was planning to get to, which was sort of very touristy and was meant to have a flea market but DIDN'T, believe it or not. And it was an absolute ghost town and not all of the automatic doors were functioning and these people having coffee must have thought I was weird and I suppose they had reason to judge me. Whatever. Then I was running out of that place to Telok Ayer street, which was long and interesting but pretty much had nothing I wanted to look at apart from an antiques shop where I think I might have shook my wet umbrella over the shop guy. And this shop was just the weirdest. Shopfronts on these old buildings are wide, as shown in my previous photographs. And there was no way to enter the shop. Seriously. There was a cabinet across the whole entrance. And from what I could see, the whole shop was filled with stuff. I couldn't see any walkway inside the shop either!
And then I got to another hawker centre. I think it might have been Amoy Street. I even went upstairs there. But I then just couldn't be bothered to eat there. So I went back down and was walking up the street parallel to Telok Ayer street. And there wasn't much to see and everything was closed anyway. Then I had to walk halfway down it again to get to this weird mountain path that was like a bit of fake forest to get to An Siang Hill. I was walking around there and looking for some vintage store. I couldn't find it then realised it might have been the basement one I went to the other day. I wanted to go back to that store anyway because they had this beige denim jacket with embroidered flowers on it and I actually was going to buy it. But the sign on the door said it was closed because they were relocating to Haji Lane. Clearly, I was not in a good mood.
Then I was trying to get back to South Bridge Road, but then came across China Square Central, which I had given up looking for. Yay! They actually had their antiques market on! But there wasn't anything to buy unless you like buying old things which aren't very nice. But at least I felt not so sad. Now, China Square Central is an actual air-conditioned plaza/mall and there was a permanent vintage fashion store and it was such a nice one. I shall have to return. I had never seen vintage in such good condition and these were good clothes, proper fifties and sixties outfits. With hindsight, the prices were actually not too bad, though maybe I din't think so at the time. Oh my god, I just remembered that I forgot to mention the bookshop at Bras Basah Complex which had all this communist China stuff and Mao stuff!
Then I returned to the egg tart place in Chinatown and then I actually surprisingly caught a bus home rather than try to explore some more. I nearly bloody froze to death on that bus! The aircon was intense brah! Seriously. I was afraid of pneumonia. And it was raining outside (and not actually extremely hot) and I was kind of wet, so it felt a BIT WINTERY. And believe it or not, this was the first day I returned home on time!
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