Father's Day

My father spoilt his kids. Too much. Father's Day, he organized a celebration for us *crickets*. A big celebration, too.

*gives weird look to Abang*

He invited us all to his hotel for Father's Day celebration. Free food, no need to belanja, we wouldnt want to be anak derhaka and say no, right?

HEHE.

Pfft. They could at least spell the boss' daughter's name right. Puan?? It was an outdoor barbeque thing. Delicious!

Since it was outdoor and hot, Abah's spoilt kids left him downstairs for a while to sit in an air-conditioned suite. Haih. But he came up too later on for some present time.

Guess what Abang and Elisa got for Abah?

Ok, they win.

Happy Father's Day Abah! Me love u sho mucho. And I'm not just saying that for money. haha.

Black Side Mirror

If you see a blue car with one black side mirror, that gangster car is mine, thank you.

I dont usually go into KL anymore these days. Why? Because seriously, what the hell is wrong with traffic in KL?! Morning, jam. Afternoon, jam. Evening, jam. Midnight, jammest. So sorry for those of you who works in KL. I crossed out 'Location: KL' when I was looking for a job.

So yesterday, had to go KL, stuck in a very bad jam (because Malaysians dont move when its green, but hit the red light). Either we're all colour blind........... nevermind. While trying to deal with not-so-genius people on the road..

Eeeeeeee. Boom. Poof. Scratch.

Oh. My. God.

Azrin was about to put a gangster attitude on and what not, but genius who langgar-ed me, cabut-ed.

All I know, it was a Blue Alza. I think. Its really brutal to drive in KL, guys. People are angry, hot, hungry, tired and the traffic is really really bad. For those who just got their driver's license, please practice somewhere else first ok. Y'all be traumatised. Or get a Hummer.

Stupid part was, he could at least bang my left side mirror, because it's already broken and hanging. Haih. End of the month, few days to payday, broke, accident. Ok, maggi week. Bye.

Teh Tarik Champion

We were at a Fathers Day Dinner when Azrin got chosen for one of its competition.


Teh Tarik Competition


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First of all, when did he become a father (god knows if he has a wife and I'm his mistress. Oh scandal!).

Secondly, that man dont even know how to boil water, let alone make a cup of tea. I was nervous for him. What if he dropped something and splash teh tarik all over the place. Horror.

*shivers*

I was standing right in front supporting him and pretending to be his wife (just so he wont get disqualified) and I wanted to start screaming 'Go Abang Sayang' but thought that was just pushing it. 

"Omg too much tea!"


"Enough milk!!!"


".....not too much! Not too much!!"


He later on told me he didnt even realise I was there in front of him. Fail.

Guess who was the Teh Tarik Champion?

Yeap, must be in his Indian blood. Natural. Gotta ask him to try make paper tosai.

So proud of you! Hehe.

DJ Who?

Got a random call when I was at work one day asking if I wanted to go to DJ Dave's concert.




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....what?






Didnt know how to respond to that. Should I laugh? Should I kindly reject? Started thinking of all the excuses I could give. In my head was "got work to do", "cousin's cat got sick", all sorts of weird things.




"Yes sure, I'll go"


Damn it!

First of all, the only song I know is that Raya song. This was going to be long long night (3 hrs long, to be exact!)

But OHMYGOD I actually had fun! I mean yes, I could not sing a-long but that dude have some amazeballs showmanship! He was hilarious! Plus, we were 3 rows behind Tun Mahathir. Woot! Thanks Fara for the tickets!!!! Love love.