I bet that's just about what every dude is thinking...it goes to the effect of i'll go with you, but not shopping. The original sentence meant 'i'll go with you, far, far away if it must be...' Romantic enough? After awhile it becomes quite lomantic, to put it in the way an Ah Beng pronounces it.

I'll admit it. Please send me on a 24-klick route march in FBO with a lot of cadence songs (or maybe my iPod) but please, shopping kills. Well, it kills guys. (I know there are some metrosexuals out there who disagree fully but i shall be sexist and say if your genetic makeup is XXY (meaning you suffer from Klinefelter's syndrome or something) or if you're simply more in touch with your female Doppelgänger, please. You're more than welcome to message me or write an essay about the pros of shopping and i'll deletepost it here for you.

So, after these pleasantries, here i come to my main thesis.

XY is not genetically programmed for endurance when out shopping with XX.

Okay, okay. Even guys shop. I shop for clothes too. Are you happy now?

But, still.

I really respect those dudes who can go around with their girlfriends for maybe 5-6 hours on end through the entire length of Orchard Road and then down to Suntec just caz their girlfriends want to shop. Respect with a capital R, that is. Because these guys will probably be able to complete JCC (that's the Jungle Confidence Course, ladies) without breaking a sweat.

I thought i was pretty okay, but kah yee thinks otherwise. She thinks i make a sucky shopping companion. Well, girlfriend, i'm sure i make a sucky one. And i mean it honestly. I just proved myself right. Let's see...

I went down to Chinatown (drove, of course, but i'll never drive down there on a weekday/weekend afternoon EVER AGAIN) to meet Samantha and her mom caz well...sam wanted to check out the 88-metre long Wurst (that's sausage in German...so guys, who has an 88-metre long Wurst?! AHAHAHAHAHA okay gross joke.) and well, get something for her German friend. I mean, i was like, oh, peachy keen! What're we waiting for already caz she's someone i really do wanna go out with, before she goes back to Germany.

Anyhow, not to digress any further, so they went shopping for stuff and all. And i just tagged along...as a mule. OMG. Yes, guys, you all are mules. Have you all been enlightened yet? I don't know how to describe it...i mean, at first of course it was kinda fun and stuff, we walked and talked but then again i wasn't really checking out the goods at the place. There weren't any babes to check out too sadly, and i couldn't possibly check her out could i?! (for very obvious reasons...d'oh) So yeah.

I don't know when it was, but at some point of time i just got quite tired of the shopping shenanigen and well moved off to get some sunlight and air. If i had a fag i may have run the risk of fagging (well she knows i fag sometimes but her mom doesn't, and anyway, i'm gonna stop fagging except for clubbing next time - so there.) but i didn't so i just soaked up the Sun and waited out.

For those of you who have served in the military, this is worse than getting a 'Wait Out' reply to your hurried desperate radio set call for help. Well or so it was for me. I was just wandering about aimlessly looking at trinkets and such...maybe i should have gone to Sng Arms and looked at some pistols and swords. Now that's the kinda shit guys normally go shopping for. 'How 'bout a suit of armour for your new house?!' 'DUDE that's SUCH AN AWESOME IDEA!' yadda yadda...

And so it went on until they went back to the German 88-m long Bratwurst (caz it was being roasted - gebraten - so there) and bought some chow. I wasn't even hungry anymore. Even my green tea addiction seemed to disappear into thin air. So after that it was a quick 'thank you very much for carrying all our stuff' and a curt 'you're welcome' and then we went our own ways.

I don't think that ended on a perfect note. I do know that i treated myself to 5 Portuguese egg tarts however. I wasn't too happy on the road home, though...but perhaps having Sarah Brightman sing classics like La Luna and Nessun Dorma helped temper me a little.

Has this happened 10000 times for you all? I mean, the girls will still have fun but do you guys have fun as well? I certainly didn't have a lot of fun - in fact, i was turned off. I just, well...tuned out.

Well, there was a period of time when we were a lot more closer, but i don't know if it'd have been any better. I mean...does your liking a girl make you either have more endurance or anything? At least it's an endearing characteristic which will get you the ladies. HAHAHA...

So thus. I'll admit i know close to nuts bout such shopping stuff. Maybe i need a girlfriend. Or girlfriends. Or maybe i need to go shopping with girls more. Either way, both are difficult roads.

SIGH!

So come on out of your dens and give us your replies already. I HEREBY CHALLENGE YOU ALL.
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The Truth is about to ORD in 3 days' time. He loves the colour pink and all, and cries at the movies, but like most guys, he dies when he goes shopping with a lady. Even if she's hot. Although he'd probably last longer if she was hot. Or if she were Samantha Tan, Diana Ser, Jang Nara maybe, or all 3 together. Yummy.