As idiotic Klang people, my friends and I decided on going to Mid Valley Megamall on a Saturday afternoon, a week before Christmas. We made a stop at the Sentral Station because my friend Mr.X was buying some train tickets to Singapore for an orgy trip (kidding, I think). After that we got stuck in the city for an hour and I kinda missed some exits, which means we spent A LOT of time in the car. The worse part was that we couldn't even find a spot in the parking lot. The "we're goin to eat shit" part, was that my fuel indicator light was on for 3/4 of the journey and we were all scared shitless.
Yet we did came up with some interesting conversations. Like this question:
Which would you choose, a beautiful girl with a screwed up figure aka matchstick/sumogirl or a 34-24-36 figure girl with a face which got run over by a car with shit sticking to its tyres?
Well, my other friend, cucumber, gave a really good rationale, and all of us thought it was the universal truth. Take this down if you happen to have a pen and paper.
When you're ugly, your figure doesn't matter anymore.
Mid valley was packed. And we saw Santa Clause, the guy who banged most children's mothers. Think about it.