I'll be 21 soon.

They won't be able to do anything about me.

That's all I need.

To be left alone.

A Series of Unfortunate Events.

The F.F embarrassed me by sneaking into the Grandstand, attracted unnecessary attention, and yet refused to get out. I had to tell the ushers to push him out.

We took shitloads of pictures of the BMW, Porsche, Aston Martin and finally, F1 race cars. I even took a picture with one of the Honky Racers. *gush*

I CAUGHT THE VINTAGE CAR PARADE, AND SAW ALL THE F1 RACERS! ALONSO LOOKED AT ME! LEWIS HAMILTON WAVED AT ME. KIMI RAIKKONEN SMILED AT ME! FILLIPE MASSA DID BOTH !!

*faints*

(I might have been dreaming.)

I LOVE THE VINTAGE CAR RAIKKONEN WAS IN!

We found a good spot for the race, but he was unsettled and wanted to explore and roam although we were blocked from the VIP areas, which were the areas he wanted to 'explore'.

Read: Sneak in; enter restricted area; attract more unwanted attention; get kicked out.

I was subjected to much embarrassment when the Ushers kept checking my pass while allowing him in. WTF.

AND THEN WHEN THE RACE STARTED, THAT F*** WANTED TO EXIT AND RE-ENTER THE VENUE THROUGH ANOTHER GATE ALTHOUGH LOGICALLLY, PEOPLE DO NOT LEAVE A RACE HALF WAY JUST TO RE-ENTER THROUGH ANOTHER GATE!!!

FUCK, IT'S LIKE LEAVING THE MOVIE HALFWAY JUST TO RETURN THROUGH THE OTHER DOOR WHEN YOUR SEAT IS THE FUCKING SAME!!!!

WTF.

AND JUST LIKE THAT, WE MISSED HALF THE RACE.

ONLY MANAGED TO WATCH THE FIRST AND LAST 10 LAPS OF THE RACE.

WTF.

20/61.

IT MAKES ME ANGRY JUST TO THINK ABOUT IT. I SERIOUSLY CAN'T REASON WHY HE WANTED TO DO THAT.

Strange Stupidity.

TO LEAVE THE RACE HALF WAY FROM GATE 2, TO WALK ALL THE WAY TO GATE 3, A GOOD HALF AN HOUR AWAY BY FOOT, ONLY TO WALK BACK TO THE PLACE WE LEFT (Another half an hour).

WTF?!

And the most annoying shit was that this bunch of stupid Indian girls stopped me from entering because they thought I WAS CARRYING A GUN!!

WTF?!

I was wearing a belt buckle molded in the shape of a gun, but it was just a MOLDED SHAPE. I took the initiative to take it down and show them that it was just a BUCKLE, but nooo, they had to get the WHOLE 30 USHERS/TICKET OFFICERS TO GAWK AND LOOK WHEN no one gave a fuck when I first entered the area ealier!!!

AND MIND YOU, I WALKED PASSED A TON OF POLICE OFFICERS AND NON GAVE A HOOT ABOUT THAT BUCKLE, EVEN WHEN I WENT TO THEM FOR DIRECTIONS!!

ARGH!

I fucking hate those stupid Indian girls.

(I'M NOT AGAINST INDIANS. I'M JUST AGAINST STUPIDITY.)

Like the F.F!!! and THEM!!!

ARGH!

And as if that wasn't bad enough, when we went to the 24 hours Coffee Shop for dinner, the bloody server somehow handed me my Hokkien Mee on 1.5 tray. Grr... IT WAS SELF SERVICE, BUT SHE HANDED ME MY HOKKIEN MEE ON ONE TRAY, WITH HALF A TRAY STUCK UNDER. SO WHEN I TOOK THE TRAY, IT TILTED, AND THE NOODLES SCALDED MY INDEX FINGER.

SO NOW I'M BLOGGING WITH MY INDEX FINGER SORELY STUCK UPWARDS WHILE MY OTHER FINGERS TYPE.

ARGH!

I AM SO PISSED.

(If only Massa won.)

=C

*emo*.

It wouldn't have been so bad if Kimi didn't get into that darned accident. And Massa didn't fault.

At least they would've been on the podium.

*Le Sigh.*

Another vicious cycle.

The bitch did it again.

Another upheaval of my life.

Forced to move out again.

She did it below the belt this time.

Stole my phone, and falsely messaged him that I was pregnant when I was not.

Because it's simply impossible. LOL.

Bitch got the maid to pack every single thing of mine, and everything's packed in the door way, awaiting my leave.

I guess I'll just pack and live in a hotel tonight.

I hate my life this way.

The only good news was that he's chosen for an interview for a Dutch Shipping company. I just wish him good luck for it.

P.S: Strained my butt muscle while playing badminton with J and Nat last week. He accompanied me to the polyclinic, but she stalked him.

*sigh*

And so the story goes...

I'M IN LOVE WITH VAMPIRE NOVELS!

I RENTED A BOOK BY STEPHENIE MEYER ON A WHIM SOME WEEKS AGO WHILE ACCOMPANYING JUSTIN FOR AN INTERVIEW, RIGHT, AND THE NOVEL TURNED OUT TO BE FUCKING NICE!

So I returned the book after I finished it, because I thought I would have no space at home to keep another book and collect more dust.

But I went on to rent the second book anyway, since train rides to work is boring; but what do you know- I was already in love with the saga unknowingly.

>_<

AND THE BEST PART IS THAT TWILIGHT HAS BEEN MADE INTO A MOVIE AND WILL BE RELEASED ON 21 NOVEMBER 2008 IN THE U.S.A!

I CAN'T WAIT FOR IT TO COME TO SINGAPORE!



>_<

EDWARD IS SO FUCKING HOT!!!!





*gush*





*Gush*





*GUSH*





Anyway, I was so excited and in love with the book, I've already re-purchased Twilight, talked the book-keeper of San Bookshop into exchanging the tatty copy of New Moon I'd rented into a newer one, and purchased Breaking Dawn, with a reservation for Eclipse ready for collection tomorrow!



XD



I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY AND EXCITED! AND IT'S ALL THANKS TO MY SMELLLY CHINDIAN JUSTIN LOVE WHO MADE ALL THE CALLS FOR ME WHILE I WAS TOO BUSY AT WORK SURFING YOUTUBE/GUSHING OVER TWILIGHT MOVIE TRAILERS, DOING MARKET RESEARCH ON GOTH/LOLITA/PUNK TRENDS.

P.S: Justin has no idea how much his sarcasm hurts me everytime, making me feel bullied and somehow stir a certain dislike towards him.

It's snowballing gradually, little by little.

I wonder how long more I can stand him.

I've pimped my phone!

I know others might think it's fucking ugly and impractical to have so many stupid flowers around with a weird looking crown sorely stuck in the middle, but I personally kinda like it.

I spent a fucking $40 on pimping my phone, and it's now so fucking pimped, I can't put it in my pocket.

=D

But I like it!

=D

Anyway, for those of you who thought I was stupid enough, like some other customers I've seen, to pimp their iPhones by sticking crystals and things on it directly, you're WRONG.

Cuz I bought a plastic cover and did the pimping on the plastic casing.

Which means I can easily remove the bling as and when I feel like it, without spoiling the exteriors of my phone!

And thus, IT WILL NOT DECREASE MY RESALE VALUE!

=D

By the way, I'm currently helping Sindy out at her pushcart again at Vivocity, just right outside ALDO and GAP.

And I'm making it a point to befriend that ALDO guy. Hopefully, I'll be able to get a staff discount.

=D

Just like the way I got my discount on my phone pimping by befriending that China guy at the neighbouring pushcart.

=D

His designs are pretty good, you know. And even though he designed something for me, I kept insisting on adding more flowers and more bling, resulting in my current bling-state.

I have a garden growing on my phone.

"花痴"

Spilt beads

Some situations are like spilt beads. When it happens, it happens without your notice, other times, it makes a big, loud, colourful splash. But it all depends on how one handles it.

Some pick up the little pieces and move on, others sweep them away, while some others simply sit down and cry over it,doing nothing.

Me, I choose pick up the pieces and make beautiful rings out of the beads.

What about you?

What a small world!

Apparently Melanie's working at recruit express now and she was the person to interview Justin for a job today!

According to him, she did a pretty lousy job of interviewing as compared to HAY's interviewers who took an hour to interview him and offered him a 3k per month job which he rejected!

(He thought he wasn't up for it.)

WHILE I SPENT OVER AN HOUR SHOPPING AROUND RAFFLES PLACE WHILE TALKING TO AMY ON THE PHONE, ONLY TO PURCHASE A BOOK TO READ.

=.=!

Anyway, Melanie took his identification card and forgot to return it to him.

(And that idiot forgot about his card too. UGH.)

He only remembered when we were in the driving centre getting my provisional driving license done.

Zzz.


I can't wait to start driving lessons again with a new female instructor!


Oh, and I painted my nails while watching tv! I'm so in love with glittery nails at the moment!

My laptop died.

My laptop is now under repair AGAIN.

THANK GOD I bought EXTENDED warranty.

You won't believe the number of times I've sent my laptop for repair in this year alone.

=.=!

3 fucking times.

More than the average number of times people bring their laptop for repair.

WTF man.

No wonder people say HP has the best customer service.

BECAUSE THEIR LAPTOP IS SO LOUSY, CUSTOMERS GET TO EXPERIENCE THEIR LAPTOP BEING SERVICED MORE THAN NORMAL!

And HP has no choice but to provide better than normal customer service to placate angry customers.

=.=!!

P.S: On the day E.G died, it was the F.F's birthday. Now you know why she's evil.

P.P.S: Pray hard that J gets a good job as an A.A.

P.P.P.S: I'm going to get my PDL renewed and then get my driving license ASAP.

P.P.P.P.S: There's many 'little people' in my life these days. I've come to realise that as time passes. TSK.

She died peacefully around 3pm in the afternoon, maybe a little harassed by the new occupant in the ICU's ward 17 with his incessant vulgarity.

He was also a stroke patient. But instead of paralysing his mouth, he was paralysed waist down. Thus the incessant vulgarity hollered out of his room.

I guess his vocal lack of will to live, affected her and made her want to leave faster. LOL.

I was working at the push cart in VivoCity when the Queen Bitch texted me. After all those stupid rehearsals, I was skeptical and had to call her to confirm, and The Father Figure to RE-confirm her death.

I would've called Ana if she still had her mobile with her, since she was almost always in the hospital, but she had sold her phone away.

=.=!

Anyway, I rushed down to the hospital in a cab from VivoCity, only to find that only four out of the 20 were present.

2 cousins, an aunt, and I.

O.o...

I guess the past few 'cry wolves' has made everyone skeptical.

It took approximately 3 hours for everyone to arrive, with Shorty arriving under coercion, still too late to see her for the last time before the porters too her away for embalming.

I was pretty chirpy throughout, with only a minute or two to cry, because almost everyone was trying to out do each other with loud wails and cries.

Grabbing tissue to pass around, lending a shoulder to cry on, and then giving hugs to the Queen Bitch because Shorty wasn't present.

(I felt really disgusted after hugging her. I don't know why.)

We went for a short dinner, and plans were made for groups of us to go about the funeral arrangments.

Followed to Singapore Casket, and they planned to have her buried as she had wished, chose to have her funeral done ala Christian, and her tombstone in pink.

The Eldest Uncle wanted to have an Orbituary in the Chinese papers, and basically the rest of the catering was done according to his 'network size'.

Though I've never seen him before until her death.

=.=!

I think the Q.B's plans is to recoup the costs of the funeral through their network size.

*shrugs*

Wake starts tomorrow morning.

She'll be buried at Choa Chu Kang Cemetery on Sunday @ 4:30pm.

We leave at 3pm.