I went sopping today (sop = my language for 'shop', borrowed from CS) with just RM 100 in my pockets, and came back with RM 840++ worth of medical books and RM 100 in my pocket. Keke... this morning at abt 11.30am, Khai Fatt, Shuk Fan and I met at Ampang LRT station and from there, liason with Alysson (hey... liason rhymes wif Alysson) and Melissa. While driving around in their cousin's punya tiny green Kancil, we landed at Kamal book store Jln Pahang, opposite GH. Actually, prior to this 'sopping spree', I knew takde cukup the money for any books... c'mon... RM 100 to buy what?? Getting real, was browsing the books making notes what to buy when I get some money in 2 weeks time, tetibanye they all got scared that books might run out of stock, cos the books are getting less and less...(scary...) so, wow... Alysson and Melissa borrowed us some money for books... tak silap I nearmy RM 650... oh... feeling so grateful.
Got a lil debate whether each of the 3 of us shld buy our own sets of books or to mix mix the books, cos no point all of us buy exactly same books, better to mix... but if mix then we all share woh... hrm... testing our frenship, cos takut takut if one day we get angry wif each other (choy....) and start dividing our 'estate'... eeiii. In the end we decide to share share la, and bought... 3 Russian-English dictionaries, 2 'bibles of medicine' (Haha... they're really Medical Dictionaries, but reli look like bibles), Netter Anatomy Atlas, Ross Histology, Some other anatomy atlas with real pictures of cadavers beautifully displayed... urm, and another anatomy book, wif explanations. All in all RM 840++... the cost of success...
Ok... after that we ber-kfc. Then, the Seng Yeh took his Nissan and drove us to his new, black-white chequered floor house wif green painted walls. There we watched chinese soaps on Khai Fatt's new laptop. Eiiii, I want to get mine oredi... this friday we'll be going to pc fair to mencari a nice laptop for me n shuk fan, cos we feel like if we don have one soon, we'll be chucking our old run down computers down khai fatt's throat...
