New shirts, good friends, thank God.

Funness to da max ytd. After gymming at school gym, headed to Bugis to meet up with Yi Ling to buy my clothes. Prayed to God that i would get clothes that made me smart-looking, not like old uncle.

Met her infront of Bugis Street, and found a stow-away, haha, Phyllis. かっこいい。The escapade of clothes-hunting began. Walked around here and there for so so long, my legs started to get sore, but the girls were still passionately finding clothes, dresses, blouses.... Quite a few funny things happened. Like how i saw a dress so small, and i asked, "Why so little cloth?" and they told me it was just a blouse. And and, while i was changing in the small, confined room, my arm hit the curtain, dear Phyllis tot i was ready, and drew away the curtain, when i haven put the clothes fully on yet, i was like, " WAA, what u doing!!" One word, shocked.

Clothes there were cheap and good, but couldnt find anything that agreed with me, or was it just my poor sense of fashion, highly possible. Uncle sense of fashion.

The place was full of distractions and temptations, thanks to God, i managed to focus. Cant believe the length of some pants and skirts were so short, wear for what??? Definitely a cloth crisis.

Yi-Ling and Phyllis bought their dresses, and we headed for Bugis Parco to find my thang. Again, hard to find for me, thought i was going home empty-handed. Budget and all. But thanks to the girls, i managed to buy 3 shirts for slightly under 80 moolahs. Made me realise something, when buying clothes, put their numbers on speed dial is for the best. They gave me the best advice so far in the area of fashion?? Sorry Jorji, but they are that good. すみません。

Headed on to the food court to consume protein, bought a curry yaki beef. Was thinking whether i should buy an extra bowl of rice, Japanese rice, i like. But decided not to, thank God. The rice was hardly any thing close to the real McCoy, rather its the first type of rice to have the consistency of porridge. I was thinking, "It must have taken real skill to make rice that bad..." If the Japanese found out how we degraded their rice, WW3. Japanese rice is one of the finest, so to speak.

Ate super slow, for those who know me well, the speed of how i eat is based on the delectability of the food. If it's a pleasure for my taste buds, swoop, done deal. If it's like nightmare on elm's street, better take out your magazine and start reading, it's gonna be a looonngg ride.

Yi ling treated us to mango tango, yeah the name makes u wanna dance, super nice. Phyllis asked for more of what she tot was mango sauce when it turned out to be durian sauce. Waa, the lady's face just turn black, really made me want to scoot out of there. Haa haa.

According to Chester, Phyllis said I am like a small boy, innocent etc , couldnt rmb. I d u n n o what to say.

SUMMARY...

All in all, it was a super fun, exciting day, trekking through the human jungle for the treasure of cloth, then repeling down the cliffs of expensive price tags with nothing but our wallets. In the desert of temptations, where there are tribes of pp who like to wear little cloth on their bodies, yeah, they are from tribes that are running out of cloths. The greatest trial was bad porridge the natives called rice, but we overcame all that to get the prize...... Mango Tango.

Yeah, that sums it all, with good frens, any outing is a fun outing, Amen to that. Glory to God always. Who provided me with the money and good frens and clothes and fun. Yeah even when shopping do pray b4 it, that it will be joyful, rewarding, free of temptations and fellowship to da max.

Post-script:
Yi-Ling's new nicknames by yours truly. Ah-Ling, and Ling A Ling. Patent pending.
おわりましょう。