I go cheap cheap

Once more, it was summer. Now this being a Melbourne summer, it was not something you entirely looked forward to, not unless you come from climes where the sun only cameos. Here's what happens in the months beginning November in this desert country.

Semester ends. Friends balik kampung. People leave for vacations. Employers still won't hire you.

'But I have a previous experience!
'No.
'I can work full time!
'No
'I'll work for peanuts.
'No.
'I won't use Mohamad as my name.
'No.

Hai. Le Rejecion is no fun, but it's something you have to live with.

But how?

I was pushing aside the froth of my soy mocha with my tounge waiting for bro A (bukan nama sebenar) to respond. I had propositioned him earlier, in terms as seductively as society would permit, to embark on a business venture together.
T-shirts. Think about it. We buy them. We go around markets. We sell them. Cash out, cash in. Simple.
'Don't knowla, doesn't sound reasonable
'Before you say no, think about it. We don't need that much capital upfront. We could get them for cheap in KL. And even if we sell them for the same sticker price, we'd still be making a profit.
'But how are we going to get the t-shirts here?
'I'm still working on that.