Broken Tunes

29th March 2007

Yesterday, I went out with Shumin to Chinatown. We had to collect name cards for her parents. We walked around for a while at Chinatown Point as we didn’t know what the name of the shop nor the level or unit number is. After walking past a few stores, we realized that simply by walking round and round, we would not be able to find the shop.

Thus we went to find a directory and check out stores in the higher levels. As luck would have it, there is only one printer store in the top two levels.

Viola! We got the store.

After taking the name cards, we left the store. But while we are walking out, there was a big gust of wind came towards us. And in a moment of inspiration, we started running. Just to feel the wind blowing through our hair.

Holding hands and running down a slope in a shopping centre. At that moment, life was perfect.

Later on we moved to Clarke Quay. We walked into the Central. And it was nice. The architecture was good and classy. The feeling it gave was that it was open and roomy. Anyway the stores there aren’t fully open yet.

When it does, then we’re go again alright darling?

And we adjourned to Starbucks for a drink and to rest my aching legs. Venti Java Chip with loads and loads of chocolate powder. And of course, my darling is super happy. With all the chocolate in her system and with all the endorphins in play, she got to be happy.

Later we moved off to Plaza Singapura. I was supposed to buy something for her. However, she persuaded that it can wait.

In Plaza Singapura, we entered a shop called “The Face Shop”. Shumin tried on many different colours of nail polish while I painted some on for her. She also managed to remove, with the help of the free nail polish remover that “The Face Shop” provided, her old nail polish.

And after trying on over ten different colours of nail polish, we walked out. Much like typical Singaporeans.

And after that, we went back to campus. I had to take an invitation letter for dinner tonight. Anyway, we tried to new route to get back to her place.

Below her place, we sat and talked. For a little over an hour, and the conversation was productive. These talks under her place are wonderful, for it seems like a sharing session, where we talk about everything.

And at the end, no matter what happens, my darling, I love you.

posted by Terrence @ 2:33 PM