Shopping With Gilberto

[Saturday, 28 April, 2007]

I was sinned for I played Condition Zero with my elder brother until 6am. Gilbert waked me up at around noon time. I started a little work and finally when I was inside the toilet, he messaged me that he was on the way to town. I started wearing the shirt and shutting down my computer while waiting for his next reply on the exact place to meet.

As I was rushing down, I started exchanging worthless SMS to argue with Gilbert that I was not late; in fact, we did not agree on a time except that he told me he would be there in less than half an hour’s time and I needed around that time to walk and wait for the train. I dashed out of the train and realised I was only at Dhoby Ghaut after running up the stairs, which was too late. In the end, I had to wait for another train just to go to Somerset MRT.

Gilbert brought me to the S11 food court next to Cuppage. We had our brunch there before going to Centre Point. We were trying to search for the G2000 shop, which was indicated inside the directory but could never find it. One thing really bad about the place was the labelling of the numbers for not all shops was displaying them. We went back to the Crocodile shop like previous time and Gilbert tried some clothing before buying. We walked around before going to Robinson and I was fantasized by a luminous signboard with the beautiful sunlight hitting through it. There were quite a number of babes around as well.

After that, we took train to Central, the new shopping centre at Clarke Quay. Just as Gilbert was mentioning about a Japanese-dressed girl, I was feeling so disgusting about that and Jianhao’s girlfriend called for me and I was unable to retrieve my soul from the shock that I reacted very slow. Just as Gilbert was shopping around, I was looking at all the fantastic designs of the shops.

It was around 4.30pm when we parted there. I crossed over two roads to take bus 80 home. I had some short naps and spent my time updating my sites. The television did distract me a bit.

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