we met up this morning to go shopping for fascinators. we both wanted something fancy, with netting, because where else can we wear it without looking OTT but at Derby Day?
this photo was taken before my elder sister was even conceived.. but here's an idea of what we're looking for
to fuel up before our expedition, we decided to try Ching Yip Coffee Lounge, a Hong Kong-style breakfast/brunch restaurant in Chinatown. i stumbled upon it on Urbanspoon and was surprised that there was a restaurant we haven't tried in the vicinity! as we tried to locate it, i realized why - it was tucked away upstairs in an old building, with no obvious signage.
the eatery was clean, with slightly dated decor. i felt like i was in an 80s Hong Kong movie. also pleasantly surprised by how courteous the service staff was.
we had 干炒牛河 and a breakfast set consisting of milk tea and french toast.
the food was quite good. the meal was enjoyable, at times we could hear singing coming from the kitchen. can't remember the last time i was in such a 'humane' restaurant.
the actual shopping was tedious because i couldn't see anything i loved at first sight; whereas S had many encounters which fizzled into nothing when she saw the price tags.
we gave up and started making our way back to S' apartment, when we passed a busker playing Spanish guitar. while the busker strummed away, an old man with gaps in his teeth pranced around happily with a big grin.
and the first few thoughts i had included, is he crazy?
the thought depressed me as soon as it formed, and i asked S if she thought he was mad.
'no, he's probably just happy.'
when did i become the sort of person who automatically assumes somebody belongs in a mental institution just because he acts differently from others? when i did - who had done the exact same dance in Melbourne just over a year ago - start judging people who didn't conform?
but i, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes.
perhaps i am a little like the grown-ups.
i have had to grow old
- antoine de saint-exupéry [the little prince]