The morning of a public holiday's always special. I get to wake up late ... FOR ONCE(oh yeah), and i get to roll around the bed aimlessly thinking about absolutely nothing. who would've thought trying to remember what was dreamt of last night could actually make 1hour pass by in minutes!
note to self: never do that on holidays, it just cuts your day in half-
narrowly committing to a day of mourning due to lost hours, i decided to spend time with the family. it was the usual, wondering around malls, easily amused visually but mentally thinking twice (or none at all) whether to buy those pathetic looking christmas lights. no seriously, if i switched them on, i could put out 1 or 2 of them with my mind! talk about super defective products.
but if any place got those decors right, i would have to vouch for The Curve. they've made class prevail with the romantics. just beautiful (go check it out), and to recall, i've seen quite a number of christmas decors in my life =/
So warehouse clearance at Atria was insane. Some of the racks were just full of hangars ... clotheless, because the shirts were all on the floor. it was the first time ever, when i had to search for my size squatting down.
even more amusing to see, was some dick who was trying on tops while talking on the phone. he was partially sweating in his armpits; one hand on the phone, talking really fast and loud bm, undressing his own top with the free hand (it's like magic, i know), putting his top on the rack (half drenched with sweat), and trying on a random zara top! he went through 4tops (maybe more) before he walked off empty handed ...
but enough about hygiene, we all claim to know it. we went to a 2nd-hand book sale. that's the modern nickname for, lotsa browned books for ridiculous prices, just coz the world has no space for them anymore. or perhaps, it's an indirect cry for an arson to show up in a form of an over exuberant toddler with matches.touch on wood, i'm just kidding.
but seriously, that book sale was as close to heaven as the clouds are. main outlets are think-twice places that make malaysians all the more illiterate. these warehouse sales are just the answer to our kids' intellect! not the constant demeaning of the ministry of education.
i'm just so glad i found places like these. it's one step closer, or the first step EVER to achieve some of my unrealistic dreams.wtf. among them, a feature wall at home. no, not off stones or aluminum, or even coy fish and splashing waters all over. instead, i want a big ass rack, framed to be as think as the unseen ... to eventually hold as much fiction my next 9 lives would ever need. paperback count would have to ratio it's content, or word count - i don't care - as long as it stacks from my FFL to the underside of the beam! gah
second note to self: don't read all them books. might go crazy.
on last thought, if narcissism in someone ever upgraded itself to ultimate benevolence, then i need to start wishing upon the stars! i admit, it is fascinating to play the wall in all conversations, but it takes just so little effort to realize that the subtle or cockyass orator next to you is just incapable unseeing themselves from all entirety . unseeing - wow, i can't believe i reversed that point of view =/
personal point of views are important i think. but it clearly depends on accentuation. it takes ONLY so little pride to broadcast them as contemporary fullstops!
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