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Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Its mighty disrespectful if you ever visit New York and not pay a visit to the world reknowned museums. And thats why I decided to take a trip down to a few today!

In this little island of hustle and bustle, nonstop action, TOO MUCH air pollution, Central Park proves to be mother nature's gift to one of the most fabulous cities in the world. I've had enough of shallow breathing, to be honest, so I went down to the park for some deep inhaling. But after a short but brisk walk around Central Park, I found it to be dismal cos there were throngs of kids and tourists contesting with me for the highly precious fresh air. With no park bench in sight, I left in search of any shop in the hole with a tiny sign that says 'PEDICURES'. Before you scold me for being frivolous, you must understand. I haven't had one in ages! haha.


So off I went, in search of a salon... Ruoxi said there were a few between 60th and Broadway... But after 58th was Central Park, and to get to 60th would mean having to cut thru the park...dun want dun want!! Nevermind, I'll go to 5th avenue instead. Return the h&m stuff that I bought (cos I apparently MANAGED to somehow look even bigger than I already am in the top. sigh), then head to somewhere near home for the pedi instead.


So I was walking down this back alley of some sort, where there were tons of rubbish and construction going on... eewww.... disgusting... and then when I turned the corner, there they were.... the museums everyone raves about, right before my eyes.... There they were, right there in their full glory, on 5th Avenue.


Bergdorf Goodman, Prada, Bvlgari, Louis Vuitton, Escada.... Pucci to Gucci, you name it, they have it. Oh, by now you should realise that the museums I've previously mentioned weren't the Met or something like that... But I have a perfectly good reason why Bergdorf works exactly like a museum... You see, stores like Bergdorf, people like you and me can only afford to go in, walk one round, admire each bag, shoe, accessory like a piece of art... Oops, no money, no talk. Goodbye, cya again! (its a joke Chloe came up with when we were in Vegas, our coach cruising along SAKS, Neiman Marcus,


I didn't even step into the museums. I merely admired them from afar. Cos the last time I looked into the closed glass doors, there were salespeople who also doubled up as security people staring straight out. OH MAN, I think they exist to solely scorn people who are in Gap skirts, $8 black zip hoodie, and Havianas. I may be over sensitive, but I always feel at least one pair of beady eyes boring down my back when I step into the more expensive stores. At least my flip flops are branded hao bu hao!!!


So what do you do when you realise that all the stores that are surrounding you are above your price points by like 10000%, what do you do? You buy chocolate to cheer yourself up, DUHHHH. Thats why I headed into a Lindt store and acted touristy. I say touristy because 90% of the people in there were Asian tourists who used $100 notes to pay for their purchases. And I walked out 5 minutes later with US$13 worth of chocolates. Happy sha-lala.


Later on, I realised that I wasn't rich enough to afford a pedicure, so thats why I came home and gave myself one. BAH.
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