Bizarre thoughts at a bazaar

And all got me is this lousy 

badge, to tell me that I am

narcissistic! Still better than
my wife's CF (Control Freak)! 

So there I was, on a Saturday afternoon loitering around in an up-market bazaar on Petaling Jaya because my daughter just decided that she simply had to be at this place like this place was the greatest innovation since sliced bread! The bazaar was a collection of canopy covered stalls selling various items that one can just do without, predominantly of dresses (which were made from not much of material, quantity and amount wise) and cute handicraft souvenir items like the one on the left.
 Even one of the attendees was dressed like she was strolling along in Oxford Street for New Year sales in crimson red suede long coat in the tropical environment of Jaya One! It was as if the patrons were loitering with blinkers oblivious to reality of our climate and third world status!
The site was actually an avenue for small time on-line entrepreneurs to exhibit their merchandise. I was just wondering how many of these clothes were recycled hand-me-downs clothes from somebody house's backyard cloths line! The thought just sparked in my brain when a pungent odour emanated from one of these canopy stall as we pass them. It was definitely not a figment of my warped imagination. I distinctly overheard someone in the crowd mention the same (about the odour but theorized about leak in the container carrying the garment, hence the mouldy musky odour).
Amidst this entire bourgeois capitalistic ambiance, tucked neatly in the corner were a few nurses and student nurses (working class?) trying to highlight the importance of self breast examination and (by the way) to support the victims of the dreaded malignancy by selling some overpriced t-shirts for that cause. Proceeds of the sales were supposedly going to the victims (yeah, right!).
The intention of the youngsters may be noble - educating and propagating the news for a good reason, maybe deemed a spoiled sport for being a doomsday prophet, but whether the money actually reaches the intended recipient, that is anybody's guess. Like the tsunami area of Banda Aceh is still undeveloped despite the pouring of funds from the world over, and the Singapore NKF chief was found guilty of using the NGO's funds to fly first class and how the UN casual workers are only good at filling up claim forms in USD and on and on.....
Just the other day, I found out that my sister had been contributing RM30 monthly for the past 10years through direct debit of credit card to WWF. I know that she is an animal lover and all but 30X12X10 = RM3600.00 for beastly animals?
Yeah! I love animals too, so much that I eat them regularly, cooked and nicely garnished, of course.