This blog is pretty vacant thus I feel the need to fill it with my crappy writing so here goes nothing.
p/s – YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO TURN AROUND
NOW.
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Let us start with how my day went for today. Well, today was my first time ever to go and buy stuffs from jumble clothes shop! Yay for me!
I went there with my mom for the very purpose of armouring ourselves with the right equipment to battle the freezing, biting, and chilling cold of…well, of some place. My first impression when I stepped into the store was, “Err…not bad but not really my kind of store.” But as I browsed through the apparel, it became apparent to me that the shop was a turf for a game of treasure hunts. There were decent clothing hiding among the racks and racks of attire just waiting to be discovered and the price was more than affordable, especially for a student like me. Though you have to be careful to inspect the clothes that you are going to buy very thoroughly for fearing they might have imperfection here and there, for example a hidden torn (under your armpit. And the coat was very nice… –sighs forlornly-).
My mom and I ended up spending around rm200 just for buying used-but-still-in-a-good-condition coats (and a pair of jeans for her) and considering the real price of winter coats (the one that is FIRST HAND) it was pretty cheap.
Then we went to PUNCAK ALAM CORNER (or is it D’CORNER?) to satisfy my craving of………………
TOM YAM!
So I ordered Keow Teoy (is this how you supposed it because truth to God, I DO NOT KNOW. So don’t go around suing me for my lack of ability in S-P-E-L-L-I-N-G) Tom Yam! Bungkus that is. Or take out. =P
I have always loved Tom Yam, especially the KAW one. The one where the thickness of the broth is just right, not too thick nor too dilute, and the spiciness match this spicy tongue of mine with the exact tang of sourness complete with lots of seafood and onion (I LOVE onion. I’m a freak. I know) in between!
(credit goes to whoever owns this pic)
I spent the minutes of waiting for my Tom Yam biting on the straw of my drink. Old habit dies hard.
As I waited with my mom, I told my mom I wanted to get a new pair of glasses (for the old one went MIA).
And so I did.
After I’ve finished with the whole session of putting lenses one by one onto the metal-rimmed spectacle that the shop owner (I know she’s the owner okay. Do not question it) put it on me to check and find the exact power and silau (I don’t know what is silau in English. Haha) of my eyes respectively, I find out that both my eyes have the same power and silau. 200 for power and 50 for silau. And silently I gloated (or is it gloat for I still am) about it. Do you think it’s easy for your eyesight of both left and right to be the same when you’re having sightedness problem? Not easy. –stupid ego of mine-
Oh, and the power went down from 225 to 200. Let us hope it continued.
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So yeah. That is all there is. Was it fun? =.=’ Okay, that was a stupid question. And the answer was pretty obvious.
Postscript – the frame of the glasses is pink. Yet again. And no, my favourite colour is not pink. It just happens that pink suits me.
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