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Tuesday, September 30, 2008
allowed entry at 2:02 am

I know I don't usually blog about my whereabouts and all that shit,
But THIS I gotta blog about. For keepsake heh


I got to freaking go to the F1 over the weekend.
Yes, Saturday and Sunday.
mahahahahhaa.
Ohkay lah not go there, but I was working for the Official F1 store woohoo.
Ditched my job yesterday just so I could work for F1 HEH


That's Surina.
Someone thought we were freakin siblings.
And at that point of time when I snapped that photo, it was a rare moment where not a single soul was at our booth.
Almost every second was filled with humans wanting some F1 shit.
They spent their money like it was running water sia, fuck. They were all buying on impulse and spent hundreds at a time sia. Rich fuckers.

Since we were vendors, we thought we'd go in to watch the race.


We had to wear uniforms on Sunday. Which we got for free at the end of the day while people had to pay 40bucks for the shirt and another 40bucks for the cap.
*cough*RIP OFF ARTIST*cough*



I had wickedly retarded shots of the cars.
Can't even see a thing sia fucking nabey cheebai.
But my brother went to the Friday practice session, idk how he got the fucking ticket, and got some pretty ohkay shots.
He was sitting like 3 freaking rows from the circuit. I think he's pretty much deaf.

And I don't get why people said the cars are damn loud.
They're not.
I found being at a gig much louder and deafening rather than the sound of the engine.
Or maybe I'm just THAT deaf.



And this awesome experience, courtesy of Bellina Tan.
Many many many thanks, love!
<3!





I have a new kitty
His name is Cookie
He sleeps on my tummy
And eats like a piggy

lol

Fact number 1. That paragraph up there is true. Cute right that bundle of joy!!! I feel like squeezing him.
Fact number 2. I was born to be a rapper, you don't know ah?



I can't believe someone who didn't even finish her secondary school education, dropped out at fucking sec 3 and living at her fucking boyfriend's house had the cheek to say that ITE students have no future.
FUCK YOU.
Kau mane punye hotstuff, bikin banyak sangat duit?
The 800-fucking-bucks you owe Zan kau bayar dulu ah sebelum kau reach kau nye PUBERTY eh.
You fucking work at the same mall I do. If you don't fucking pay up and if Zan suddenly has a soft-spot for you, you'll fucking see me at your fucking shop which you fucking work for as a fucking supervisor or whatever shit for 1200bucks a month, looking for you.
The last thing you get to see that day is my fucking middle finger pointing at your face before you rest in peace.

Lucky I never talk in Malay.
If not, like some minahrep already sia.
Nehmind, I got my chief minah with me. We can get fanatic if we wanna.
mahaha.


Oh my daddy's birthday todaaaaay!
Imma get him something from work later I hope.
Yes, the eve of Raya and I'm working till closing.
Hooray.