The One at the Ford car centre

I'm stuck at the new Ford car centre at Alexandra Rd. It's nice and spanking. But it turned out to be shitty. It all started when we got stuck in traffic at a U-turn. For $1.50. Yes. Then the taxi dropped us in the pouring rain. Nice way to start our visit to the new Ford centre. The car was supposed to be done by 2pm. We reach at 1:50pm. The nice lady at the reception (I'm using nice. But you know what I mean) told us that since it's 1:50pm and it was supposed to be done by 1:50pm, we will have to wait 10mins. I mean. 10mins. It's fine. My meeting is at 2:30pm and school's so near. No problem. I then walked around abit to explore the area. To my horror, my car was just sitting less than 50m away. Unattended. Very much ready. So I went back and asked her, how come the car's there, but it's not ready yet. She said it was waiting for washing. The guys that were supposed to wash were away at lunch. It ends at 2pm. Whee. So I asked them how long it'll take for washing. 15mins tops. DEPENDING ON THE QUEUE. Ha ha ha. I'm officially irritated. If it was not supposed to be done by 2pm, why ask us to come at 2pm? How irritating. Irritating. Irritating. We're supposed to get an extra key too. But not given. Service sucky. Ugly lady. I am pissed. The only solace is the free wireless. But I forgot to bring my mouse. So can't HALO.

P.i.s.s.e.d.

Property sucked eggs

It was... icky. To say the least. And I kicked myself for failing to discuss certain issues. Thanks to Jackson, I felt much better...

JcK MSN AM 09:44

hmm..ok..
didn't see it tt way
aiya
forgeddit la
over liao..
dun worry..there's always favian

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Thanks fav.

Separated at Birth?

On the right, Harry's love interest. On the left... XXX's love interest...

(My photoshop skills suck okay?)

I'm so lazy I'm starting to blog my block emails again...

Eloha.

Yup. It's me again. Nope. I didn't lose my toothpaste
again (technically it was stolen but I've moved
on...), rather it's just some silly message that Hall
Admin wants me (so honoured sia...) to pass on to
everyone. Everyone on my floor that is. But I'm just
too lazy to go knocking on doors (and I shy...), so
I'll just send a block email coz it actually concerns
the other floors too. That is if you've got pails.
Outside your doors.

Apparently Hall Admin (the indian lady) was prowling
the corridors today armed with her trusty digital
camera taking snapshots of all the offenders of
various Hall Crimes. E.g. more than 3pairs of footwear outside
the door etc. She happened to pass by my opened door
(iFriendlyNeighbour - right Albert?) and she asked me
to tell the 4th floor guys to put their pails/dustbins
into their rooms. This is to prevent mosquitoes from
breeding in the pails. If they aren't removed soon*,
there will be a hefty fine. Being the lazy bum that I
am (and I don't like to go knocking on people's
doors), I'd rather pass on the information here.

So guys (and gals), please keep your pails/dustbins
and whatnot, because there's a DANGER OF MOSQUITOES
BREEDING IN THEM. Very dangerous. Hall Admin says must
keep.

Budden they also say once you put it in your room it's
ok. Weird right. Maybe because it'll only bite you
then. Hurhurhur.

Go figure.

Have fun muggin'


Zhiyou
E413


*soon
adv. soon·er, soon·est
1. In the near future; shortly.
2. Without hesitation; promptly: came as soon as
possible.
3. Before the usual or appointed time; early.
4. With willingness; readily: I'd as soon leave right
now.
5. Obsolete. Immediately.
6. Chinese surname.

200th Post

I'd have wanted my 200th post to be something substantial. Something interesting. Instead it's gonna be a bloody complaint. Apparently my neighbour thinks my music's abit too loud. It doesn't really matter to him that he likes to blast his fucking base THOOMP THOOMP THOOMP when he's NOT in his room. It doesn't matter that he leaves his alarm clock on with its infernal (china-esque) double-belled ring on when he's IN THE LOO. It doesn't matter that he slams his door shut as and when he comes out of his room like nobody's fucking business (BAM BAM BAM!). It doesn't matter that his dad is as an obnoxious prick as him by trying to squeeze past my dad when clearly there is no fucking space through the gate for two (Like father like fucking son). So what if you're somebody at Biz? Balls to you. I download Bon Jovi's 'Have a Nice Day' and turn it on moderately louder than usual (eh come on la, I DON'T BLAST MY MUSIC. PERIOD - Compare speakers la, mine so small...) and he comes knocking on my door. The general consensus of the block is that he's a prick. OOo yeah. Prick indeed.

I hope you die a slow painful death.

ARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

(Coming up next, weird exam dreams... involving indians, tekka mall, cats and Kentucky Fried Chicken Little)

Zilch!

My blog is worth...

My blog is worth $0.00.
How much is your blog worth?

$0.00

Apparently because I have a lack of links.

I'm wasting my time on a worthless blog yah?