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Pic Blog: Salmon-ized Saturday

Just came back from the 'old' wing 1 Utama which got epic renovations done which made me get lost and also sucked me of RM400 because I had to get formal clothing for the kids who are having their Awards and Graduation night soon. I should find out when. =) I can't figure out why I always leave finding out the exact date of things for the very last minute. It gets me into trouble, you know.

Anyway, went shopping and let it be said here that I walked past Chatime unharmed, not traumatized nor was I crying my eyeballs out because I didn't get to try it. I've not tried it and for the life of me, I can't understand why I always shun things that people love so much.

The more people are sucked into it, the less I want to try it. I hate commercialization of simple things. Sure it's got that brand name on it but listen, it's a SHIRT. It's a BAG. It's COSTUME JEWELRY. Someone blew things out of proportion and making you pay 3000% the deserving price. What's there to be proud of that you have something with a name on it? I don't get it. Please don't crucify me. Maybe I am just an el-cheapo who refuses to be suckered into things.

I don't care if people think that I am alien or whatever. Whatever.

Went blog hopping after coming back from 1 Utama and found some really awesome pictures. This is with a Salmon theme.



God, I love Salmon so much!!!!

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