Jualan Megasale Yg Melampaukan

As per the title saying,

I "tried" to relive my passion for retail therapy after for about 7 months and it failed miserably. Why ah? I don't seem to get turned on by any of the fashionable garments in sight. Or is it mainly because I'm targeting the sales items only? As you all know la, no free lunch in the world, cheap is not always on par with best. Thus, explained why all the garments I eyed are trashy. You know they gave me the feeling that they are being mass produced by factories in Guangzhou (yes China!) and look mega thrifty. Can someone tell me why do people still selling cargoes, jeans with patches here-and-there, stripe tees with glistening rubber stamps, checker shirts that resemble napery, leggings wtf and assorted street wears ala lala style which in trend all day all night long ever since the invention of time wtf.

I personally like to patronize pasar malam, flee market and bazaar simply because I'm a giga broke cheapskate who can't afford/bear to buy overpriced designer labels who's also by any chance, like to BARGAIN (= si lai). Seriously lor, there will be thrill of excitement whenever I know that I'm paying only 10% of what people paying in FULL retail price. Correct wad, they are all came out from the same factory with different labels only. Why pay more and get all gaga over that piece of approx. 3cm x 3cm label tag stitched to some hidden corner of your garments? I sound very sour grape right? Cos "Tristan" and "fashion" although somewhat rhymed remotely but they sound more like oxymorons that's it don't ask further.

I'm sure that one day if I'm financially entitled to couture, it will definitely open up a whole new chapter of choices in wardrobe but today, it is NOT. So I'm basically financially dependent in the lowest rank of purchasing power group that ethically/economically shouldn't possess any form of disposable incomes. So I must squeeze that 1 cent and break it down to smallest atoms out of different use. Yea, it's THAT stingy ok?

Anyways, I was with CJ the whole day doing retail-therapy-turned-window-shopping later on joined by Bagus. We browsed around and shook our heads for gazillion times at those disastrous fabrics on sale. Come on la, if wanna give sales please include your utmost sincerity, don't give me bull crap tip of iceberg's 10%, 20% and 30%. Why not 90% I dare you?! Secondly, don't display things that look as if they are heading to recycling factory or waste yard next, no one's gonna buy that even if you hang them on until it decomposed. Thirdly, don't bring pasar malam quality goods and sell it in some upmarket shopping malls then charge a fortune for them, Malaysians are generally if not all, have the slightest common sense at least.

After about 6 hours of aimless browsing, eyes rolling, blood spilling, price comparing and profanities exchanging. We came out with NOTHING at all except for stiffer calves. There goes the 6 hours of my life being wasted. I have all the more reasons not to exercise any retail therapy in the mean time. Pretty traumatized, dumbfucked and rather a waste of time.

Well, it could be a completely different story if someone was to buy me out for an ultimate splurge in Champs Elysées. What more to complain there?

Earnestly

I get a little ill sometimes seeing how people parade themselves as hypocritical object. Having completely clueless about the price they are paying. That kind of lowliness erodes into the amour popre of self denial by doubting themselves to fit into a major cesspool of social conformity. The shallowness that incidentally came equivalent as a substitution of trend. Not that I'm a conservative fundamentalist myself cos I don't believe in sole God, extensive moral obligations or whatsoever but in some critical situations I might as well retreat rather than conform. I dislike the fact that we have to feign around with our acts in order to gain acceptance, I mean what is so vital about that? There are many more honest souls at this side of life. It's never a sad thing when it comes to facing disdain.

I once waited at a platform for a train home during office touchdown hour and when the long awaited train finally arrived at a step away, people converged to that tiny little shutter fretting that they would miss a fortune of life had they not being carried on board. And I was understandably couldn't be able to fit into the cabin as I'd prefer to back off and observe each and every expressions of powerless people be them the bootlickers of some conglomerates who can't afford to face fuel hike, excos who are lazy to drive, bourgeoisies who go public occasionally, new working class who much prefer to go public, blue collar workers who can't afford private transports, students who are not supposed to get highly mobilized, the jobless', hoodies, goth punk wannabe, environment conscious activists and so on. They sparked a well defined notion in my mind, CONFORMITY within the subcultures. I like the fact that I just stood still after for a while and allow the shutter to close before my eyes in some minute inches of distance. I'm not even remotely sad about the rejection itself but I'm glad that I retreat for better. When the next train finally pulled in after 2 minutes, it was all empty and I got half of the cabin all to myself. Ain't that great?

People come and go in different levels of life. Just like each unique train carrying different people with different personalities that we are fated to meet. When it reaches its destination, we alight and split into our own ways. We'll have our love ones waiting for us at the destination while those that we do not have time to bother will leave us at the stations along the way. We don't carry them along for convenience. They will have their own things to pursue after all. Maybe someday, when the awkwardness finally subsided and the hatchet is buried, we will meet again.

I'm glad that I retreat in an upright manner. I don't upset anyone for I have all the plausible reasons for what I'm doing. Guiltless and free. I don't adorn much of my words. It's all heartfelt like it or not. As I've said, I will not be afraid of rejection in any form. With all my respect, your acceptance really means nothing to me. I'm honored by how I accept myself for who I am and what I want myself not to be. You should go on move about freely with the hippest feat you possess.

Alright, it's getting cranky and compulsive here.

The train shall stop.

I'm dropping off at this station cos I know all my love ones will be there to greet my arrival.

Wish you all the best ahead.

Reunion

CJ is here in KL for a couple of days. Actually she planned to come here because we promised a reunion for SyUC Ale July'05 but then at the end most of them backed off. I can't believe Dash ffk-ed us in the gracious-est manner since she knows CJ is here for only few days. Hussen was drunk when we called him, so yea, one asshole. The rest of them I think either evaporated or etherealized from physical existence. All that was left were 4 of us : CJ, me, Danny and Hazree. 2 from S1, 1 from S2 and 1 from A1. Equal representative wtf. We couldn't club in this pathetic meagre amount of mortals so we just hanged out and chilled (like...duh). I feel so sorry for CJ cos she took bus all the way from JB and gonna fly back to Tempe in couple of weeks time but yet...disappointed. Anyways, we went Williams and Laundry at the end of the day. Still happy to catch up la and I'm going back JB again around next next week in spite of being around the realm of final exam to hang out with CJ cos it's so troublesome in KL as both of us are geographically and mobile challenged. Yes, about final, I will be having half of the August for some intensive revisions cum dwelling in library for betterment of future :D I'm so determined to masuk SBU or UB. Die die also must gain admittance to either one of these Uni's in my desire major!

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P/S : Got literally thrown into the pool by around 10 guys after ON celebration yesterday -_- and caught flu after that. I'm fine now after 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep. I hope I'm done with all events at this point and it's time to SLOG away! Post mortem on next week T.T

Assorted blahs

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OMG who would have known that the one who taught us US History was once a wrestler. This is definitely new.

Nope, I'll still love him despite the B- he gave me in HIS251 since there was only 1 in 50 of us barely got an A-.

*stifles laugh*

He's a lecturer who once threw a student's handphone out of class, habitually lock the door when lecture commences, pwnn someone if he ever heard the S and F words before him and his pro-American quality is beyond question because we are not allowed to question the sanctity of US Constitutions let alone derogatory comments on the many doubts of the tyrannic US goverment. Well, if any of you can't care less about your grades then go ahead fire him questions and come back next semester repeating the same subject. If you agree with him on US policies, your life will be easier than those who are not :p Shut up, we ain't no bootlickers!

Anyways, this is way too classic.

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I'm so happy that I didn't screw all my test 2 like how I did in past semesters. I critically need to boost up my CGPA in order to tell the embassy officers to just STFU and issue me the F-1, cos apparently my friend who score 3.xx faced hard times at the embassy a while ago while applying for F-1. I mean wtf, just get over it already since the uni has all the says, well at least 90% of it.

2+ more weeks to final! Heck.

My dad has urged me to apply for uni but I have no idea which to go although I've already told them my premium choice but my CGPA is seriously not enough to cover my complacent to gain admission to that particular uni said. Of cos it meets the minimum requirement but have to play safe also right? Then I need to inform my cuzzies over at the States about all my choices and shits...mafan.

AND ALSO, TOEFL which I'm totally reluctant to take! I'm really not into those language proficiency tests one lor, I'm sure no one does (duh) but it's a shame to say that my IELTS has gone wasted due to the limited validity of 2 years. Yes, it's been 2 years can you believe it? Back then I was so determined and aspired to become a lawyer or economist until I was about to join some UK degree twinning programme, and I got accepted into RMIT and UniSA for double major despite my fucked up A-level result. However, I'm not too fancy Oz so decided to give the nearest neighbour country a try without realising how bad is my A-level result haha. I actually applied for NTU and SMU which the latter even demanded for SAT I with score of >2000 qualification, heck, if I can get 2000 for SAT I I would have gotten into some Ivy Leagues already lah! It's ok, I got 1500 only. Nothing to be ashamed of and I don't care, because having to sit through the whole test statically is an total agony per se, all I hoped was to leave the damn exam hall in sonic manner after approx. 7 hours of torturous butt sticking. 10 sections were enough to put me in coffin. This is not an overstatement. Go ask around and see!

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Anyways, lotsa things to be done for ON's celebration cum members gathering.

I'm sleep deprived.

Adios amigos.

Prom night sucks, college sucks

Hi.

Today I am gonna present you my usual screw-the-test rant (point of anger 1). So I screwed BIO test 2, this time is literally screwed because 1 1/2 hours were seriously not enough to flip through the pages of questions. My lecturer damn pandai one, she curi all the questions, copy-paste from OCR Cambridge Examination board aka A-levels, tadah, what a way for patchwork plagiarizm. I don't see a reason why rules only apply to students most of the time and lecturers can just get away scot free. Anything, whatever. The crucial thing is she shrunk our test time from 2 hours to 1 1/2 hours. This is unfair and to make thing sounds worse, she had the guts to come in late for class some more! What the fuck. As a result, I was unable to finish a subquestion that cost 6 marks. Fuck the what. And various other questions that muddled over as time was tickling fast, apparently her watch seems to run faster than anyone else on this planet *roll eyes*. Luckily it is only a 15% out of total assessment. But still, I'm not that kinda person who will leave blank in questions eventhough I know shits about them. That sounds like a total loser who don't give in their best to at least pen down nonsense, yes I'm talking about the effort to write at least something out of nothing so that you'll know the probability of getting zero won't be one at the end of the day. This is not even all or nothing, odd marks do help sometimes in upgrading dreadful marginal grade. Pfffftt. Naff said. I'm still left with final exam to hope for. Not the end yet. Anyways, most gruesome one is ahead on this Friday, Stats test 2, lotsa things to recall from A2 Statistics which sad to say, my short term memory has had them all. Damn, why didn't anyone tell me that knowledge is cytocidic?

Point of anger 2 : I know next semester is gonna be short semester but why can't they just offer BIO 122 for fuck's sake? I see CHM 152, PHY 212 but none for BIO 122. College has never ever hit the wrong spot of frustration, now I'll waste away my 2nd short semester doing trashy humaninites/fine arts/social sciences instead of anything else that is productive like BIO 122 or Orgo. You might be asking why didn't I consult and whine before advisors or programme director as we had already like paid them to make use of their services, that is one hell thing to say, I've talked to them all and the most they could do was asking me to terima hakikat or take a 3 months semester break altogether until January. Go kiss my foot la! I'll prolly bite the dust and take Orgo at the States knowing that my college does not put their greatest interest on students but hard cash. Had I know that the rival college with initial "T" butt on us will get me there faster, I won't be wasting anymore of my limited salad days away over here doing things like Politics, History, Anthropology, etc. Well, oh well...too late for anything. 1 more year to hold up.

Point of anger 3 : Jason smudged cream on one of my turgid purulent zit wounds that resulted from burning midnight oil and that bugger blossomed into bigger colonial now! I can't squeeze it anymore as it is out of pus. Ew. I dislike playing with birthday cake especially the idea of smacking cream right into people face. As you know, cream = oil and they can clog up pores. But thou shalt be pardoned afterall it's your day, welcome to club 21.

**********Me and PK

Me and Qian Ning

Me and Si Xuan

Me and my boss

Table 13, I don't like this number.

Candid shot. I got accused of "pok mong" by Michelle when I accidentally tripped and my hand collide with her pelvic arch in this very photo above. Bummer.

Group shot. Our grandmaster of the play, Yat Lei got buried behind.

The venue of the ball was same as SyUC's A-levels ball I attended last time which is famous for their Yang Chow Fried Rice. Other than that, the food was pretty mediocre only la or below average. Very normal banquet dishes. Nothing to shout about. After the ball ended around 11.30 am-ish, my boss chio us to Genting, and so we went and reached there around 3 am-ish to relish the breeze. Lepak a bit then went back at 6 am-ish. Reach home at 8 am-ish! Whole night...if only my passion for revision can be that persistent also :s

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Do you have the slightest idea of who is this person?

Tee hee...

It's the protoype of my "daugther" crossbreed between the "best" traits of me and Avril Lavigne unabashedly!!! I don'tknow but I think it's beyond perfection :p

I'm gonna name her Liz Lyndon Lavigne II.

No condom no sex

Bagged home 4 complimentary condoms today courtesy of Durex and Mass Comm. Society. But then, the educational talk was kinda bored with statistics after statistics except for that part where she taught us how to wear a male condom and female condom in the right way. And I don't understand what was there to giggle when they were nothing funny to even begin with, budak kecik, obviously they need more lessons, I mean LIFE lessons. Does it ring a bell?

All in all, they are all cumbersome procedures, IMHO, just save all the hassles. Practice abstinence, don't have sex. It's so sick to see how many babies have became statistics. Thanks to their sainted devil-may-care parents who cared so much for dumping them at some filthy places be them alive or not to further decomposed into soil nutrient for those who can't withstand and in the end their presence will be statistically acknowledged. So you will be wondering, that's all for it?

NO.

To think everything coming along in future will outbid the humiliation they would have gotten otherwise. Well I say, they have been greatly humiliated the moment they have sex unprepared cos they just sinfully drown out by temporary highs. Hello, what happened to responsibility and love we've been fussing about? Do you think a person who dumped their flesh and blood deserve for reciprocal love or unconditional love from society? Shouldn't we just fire a murder charge against these people and send them up gallow for good cos they are more often than not, truly aware of their mens rea? If they can take up the pleasure why can't they face the consequence as well? Wusses! Let's just say, what about perform orally or self-stimulate if anyone of you are just so not ready to take up the burden yet?

Now, a round of applause will be appreciated. Kthx.

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Lubricated condoms and the @-@

This is not a chemitry lab report kthx

I'm obsessed with sugar cos sweet things basically jolly up fucked mood.

And the best thing is it's relatively cheap and aphrodisiac, diabetic, anti-depressant...

Aside from risking my life from diabetes, obesity, hyperactive, hypertonic, hypertension,hyperbola and whatever, you know I can't be bothered when it comes to things that to be tucked into, swallow, digest, excrete, repeat the cycle either until you died, having constipation or whatnot.

Ok ok...the point is, I tried to do caramel apple ice cream few days ago without correct ingredients but at least those that I had were not remotely far. Such as,

1. brown sugar instead of white sugar ,man, white sugar is super diabetic if you didn't already know.

2. creamer instead of whipping cream

3. fuji apples, don't use royal gala cos you will most likely ended up eating apple crumble or mashed apple which taste like teflon

4. cinnamon

5. dry gin

6. perseverance, perpetually burning passion and a functioning non stick pan to prevent your wok or lousy pan got sugarcoated like kena galvanized

So it's very simple and easy in fact like how we fry scramble eggs or cook that bowl of to-die-for Indo-mee *yums*. Anyways,

1. Pour approx. 100g of sugar into a dry non stick pan.

2. Agitate those sugars if you are impatient breed like me who refuse to stone there whilst waiting for them to melt and incinerate into caramel.

3. Once sugar melted and caramelized, immediately add creamer/whipping cream into caramel and stir as vigorous as you can, so to say, get rid of your flabby arms.

4. Whilst stirring the mixture, add in slices of apples into the pan and fry them slowly until you think it's close to burning.

5. You are more than allowed to add cinnamon and alcohol additionally, but advice is not to add dry gin (my 2nd attempt failed and the caramel apple tasted like 20% ethanol in chemistry lab!), you've been warned. It depends on your personal preference, rum, orange liquor, kahlua, bailey OR wine are most welcomed to spike 'em up.

6. Let them simmer for about 1 minute and voila, MUST eat with vanilla flavour ice cream in order to retain its authenticity.


Feedback : Mine tasted like McD's apple pie filling but not up to patisserie's standard yet. So I guess it's not so screwed la and CONFIRM edible.

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Close up. Eh don't lick your screen ok?

Chef's note : TRY AT YOUR OWN RISK.

UPDATE : Suzanne commented that the caramel apple looks like a pile of *something*. I'm hurt :(