Yesterday, I went to my favorite bookstore, the mighty Kinokuniya KLCC. Nina always thought that MPH is much more superior and better than my mighty Kinokuniya. Oh, how wrong could that girl be? I pray that someday she will be able to see the light, to embrace the supremacy and the incomparability of the mighty Kinokuniya. Anyway, I went there to get me some pocket notebooks on investments and business laws but end up having a go, spending RM200 buying me four of the most compelling, most appealing and attention-grabbing (how can you not buy with such persuasiveness at hand?) books that have ever existed on the face of this earth since time immemorial. Only later on I realized that it had no, not even a slight, significance to any bloody investments tips or business laws whatsoever. My bad.
2 of them were about Rock n Roll. One was about gangsters in Brazil. And another one was Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook.
Typical me BUT how do you expect me to respond and react against such spellbinding, tempting and hypnotic control these damn books had on me? There was no doubt that I was in my accustomed super sonic velocity super hero mode, capable of sensing any influential and powerful force from miles away, to be able to beam them off from our solar system before they could attack my good judgment and violently molest my decision making prowess. I guess its powers were too strong even for Mr. Super Sonic Velocity Man here. I am totally admitting my defeat Na, against these evil mind-hypnotizing books I am no match of. If you were at the same spot as I, Nina, you will come across an inevitable unavoidable urge and need to buy these evil books. You have to buy them. Yes, they are all evil and there is no way for you to escape. It’s just a matter of necessity. I know. It is THAT strong.
So, don’t be angry with me for buying books that usually end up being ornaments to my room. I never wanted them in the first place. The evil books made me do it.
2 of them were about Rock n Roll. One was about gangsters in Brazil. And another one was Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook.
Typical me BUT how do you expect me to respond and react against such spellbinding, tempting and hypnotic control these damn books had on me? There was no doubt that I was in my accustomed super sonic velocity super hero mode, capable of sensing any influential and powerful force from miles away, to be able to beam them off from our solar system before they could attack my good judgment and violently molest my decision making prowess. I guess its powers were too strong even for Mr. Super Sonic Velocity Man here. I am totally admitting my defeat Na, against these evil mind-hypnotizing books I am no match of. If you were at the same spot as I, Nina, you will come across an inevitable unavoidable urge and need to buy these evil books. You have to buy them. Yes, they are all evil and there is no way for you to escape. It’s just a matter of necessity. I know. It is THAT strong.
So, don’t be angry with me for buying books that usually end up being ornaments to my room. I never wanted them in the first place. The evil books made me do it.
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I'm glad that at least you finally have a reason to justify your urge of splurging on those books you called evil.
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