Early Sunday. We woke Yelle up early. It was really early for her since she probably was just starting to go on REM sleep. Anyhow, it took about three times for us to fully wake her up. We already ate breakfast, fully dressed and ready to go. On note though, at least she dressed really fast. We were heading back to Divi, or Divisoria that day.
Yelle was our designated driver, and we pretty much arrived early at Divi. There were no traffic, but because of the cold air conditioning, I felt like peeing during the drive. We parked at Lucky Chinatown, and I was hoping to find a restroom there. But the mall was closed. I really needed to pee. Going out of the parking lot, we saw McDonalds. I practically ran to the establishment, and immediately asked the guard for the restroom. There was a line at the ladies room. I saw that there was no line at the mens room though and in a flash went in and closed the door behind me. It was a great relief for my annoying bladder. As I walked out, there was a guy waiting outside, and his eyes bulged as I apologized. The lady on line at the ladies room was smiling as I headed out. I think she also used the mens toilet.
We headed out right away and rode a tricycle, a motorcycle vehicle with a side car hence the third wheel. As I sat, I decided to place our parking ticket inside my bag. I was devastated when I realized that I lost it. In my mind, I was already computing how much I would pay for the lost card. Five hundred to eight hundred, I guessed. I was thinking that I lost it somewhere in McDonalds while I was too preoccupied with getting to the restroom. Ohh well… my first upset.
We went to Tabora first to browse around some items we needed. I had some class projects and was also looking for possible suppliers. We breezed through the length of the street with our bagful of knick knacks to sort out later on. It was exhausting, but worth all the effort. We were getting hungry, so we decided to head back to where the tricycle ply’s through.
Yelle said there was this place, Aling Simangs, known for their kikiam, a kind of chinese sausage. So we hopped on a tricycle and headed to the “rail.” But when we arrived, the said eatery had relocated, even the tricycle driver was confused. Yelle asked around and was directed to the new location. We went down and walked behind street stalls. The place was closed, and Bekka got annoyed since she paid a hefty sum for the ride, which could have been used to buy food. Our second upset.
So we ended up riding another tricycle to 699 mall. I had to pass-by here to buy a rtw (ready to wear) formal dress for an occasion I was to attend, which would be another story to tell perhaps. But before that, we went straight away to the food court. We were amazed at how clean and uncrowded the place was.
We decided to go for chinese food, the Hong Kong Star. I ordered their combo, I have no idea what it was called, I just pointed at the food in their food warmer. Anyway, I know it was fish, chicken with beans, rice and egg soup. While Bekka went with sweet and sour Salmon, beef with bitter gourd, rice and egg soup. Yelle, on the other hand bought at KFC.
After filling up our bellies, we went to the lower level to look for my red dress. It was daunting since there were many to choose from. Stall after stall, we browsed through their hanged dresses; but in the end, I decided on a darkish red, almost maroon, below the knee length dress with some lace.
We were getting tired with the bags we were lugging along, so we called it a day. I told my companions that I would like to check at McDonalds if they found our missing parking card. Luckily, the guard did find it and returned it over to Lucky Chinatown Mall. He helped us by calling on the guard of the mall. They had it in the office. We were waylaid quite a bit that Yelle dozed off in the parking lot. We were questioned and probably checked on their cctv, but it was worth the wait since we only paid the running rate of 200php for our parking. I felt for Yelle for she had not slept yet, so I asked if she would like me to drive instead.
It was a flurry of a day for us at Divi with some little hassles, and upsets all over again. I think maybe there is someone with a Balat sa Pwet. I wonder whom… Anyway, thanks for stopping by. Until our next Divi run.
Note: I have written something about Balat sa Pwet way back. If you haven’t read it yet, here is a quick link Balat Sa Pwet: A Misadventure