Fun for under $15.

This getting a life thing is really tiring work.
That, or I'm getting real old, real fast.

Imagine this,
two young hot-blooded teenagers feeling
tired on a Monday afternoon,
with aural and visual stimulation aplenty.

Nevertheless, it was a great day out,
even if we didn't start any riots or burn down any buildings.
Why so?

We spent a grand total of only $15. Each.
Oh, happy days.

When you can get entertained for 6 hours
spending only a grand total of $15 dollars.
I'm never going out and spending extravagantly again.
Never.

Now that I've found the joys of being a cheap bastard
and still getting my fill of food, drink and entertainment,
I think I'm going to put a cap on the amount of money that
I bring the next time I go out at $15.

Oi, don't give me that look.
I'm a bloody cheap bastard okay?
$15 is a lot of money, considering I only get $25 a week
and no extra money to indulge in pleasures.
For a poor bastard like me, $15 is actually a lot a lot of money, okay?

Besides, that's not the point.
The point is, after having slaved away in school
since god knows when and having almost no semblance of
a social life, having neglected the mind-numbing entertainment
that is loitering about major shopping centres being as much of a nuisance
as possible.

Heavenly. Joyous good fun.
Scrimping as much as possible, constantly
reminding each other of the fact that we're supposed to be
bloody broke and scrimping as much as possible.

Getting sustenance from the bakeries
instead of established eateries. (McDonald's, KFC? Urgh. Fastfood..)
Not spending money on the same old, bland deep fried
mess that promises so much but fails to deliver much at all.
You can get fill up your hungry stomach with a trip to the bakery.
For $2, you can get your fill of delightfully sweet and sinful pastries!
Fantastic, next time I'm in town, I'm going to get my fill of
the different pastries there, doughnuts, brownies, danishes...

Basement of Takashimaya.
Oh, glorious.

The highlight of the day, though?
We got to meet up with babes.
Me and my buddy, of course.

I know I've always gone on about how I'm going
buaya as much as I can whenever I go out,
but shit lah, I've reformed now, can?
No more buaya-ing for me!

And what better way help in my reforms by
adopting a lup-sup bo chup attitude towards grooming
and dressing.

Coupled with the fact that I haven't really got anything
that really fits me correctly and the fact that I'm to cheap/lazy/broke
to get new clothes. I've now adopted the ultimate lup-sup bo chup
dressing style.

I've broken out all the old over-sized clothes from my fat days.
lup-sup bo chup Dress Code:
-Oversized T-Shirts.
-Bermudas.
-Anything that serves to enhance your cannot be bothered
and too cool to care look.

From now on,
everytime I go out, it's going to in berms and oversized tee
and a really haggard devil-may-care look/attitude.
I'm pretty sure it'll work out just nice,
especially with the fantastic hair cut that I've gotten now.

Uncontrollably messy.
It's no use trying to tame it and make it look neat,
instead I'm adopting my whole look to fit in with my current
hair cut/financial status/attitude.

Go out, muss up the hair with some hair cream,
put on a clean clothing and make sure you're as comfortable as possible.

Back on topic,
we got to meet BABES.
Actual, real life BABES.

Even took photographs, hor.
Don't pray pray...

Okay, maybe I'm just too bloody excited with
having female contact.
Or it could be because I hadn't expected any encounters
with the fairer sex, which is why I'm sounding so excited...
But..

Not too bad, being thrifty, having a good time,
meeting females. All in a days work.
I think this lup-sup look is really bringing' me good luck.
I guess I'll stick to it.

That is, until I can get a new pair of better fitting jeans.
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Note: No, I don't have the photos.
Hmm. Maybe if Aminah posts them up at her blog I'll
rip it off there then, eh? Aye, Aminah *hint* *hint* but I won't
link to your blog lah... Your blog's password protected anyways, no point.

God, to be 15, raging full of hormones and desperate for females.
Sigh.. Tahan, must tahan. Heh..