rash on my tra-la-la-la...

so many things to tell about my working life in balaclava...
but my brain's too shagged and intoxicated to function...
let me recall a few incidents...
hmmm...
ok...
dawn, dale, fionette, remember the time we went to jalan kayu for prata in the middle of the night?
some guest at balaclava remembered me...
apparently they were sitted behind us...
freaky ainit?

then there was this incident where this lady lost her hp and was freaking out about it...
so i calmed her down and assured her tt i'll try my best to find it for her...
so she gave me her name card...
and guess what, she's the advertising and public relation of Gucci!
found her phone that night, and returned it to her...
and she passed me her name card and told me whenever i need a 15% discount at gucci, just give her a call...
wheeeeeeeeeeee......

anyway...am on a 2 day mc because of a rash at my tra-la-la-la...
so yea...
caught perfect catch, or was in perfect pitch...
well anyway it was good, anything with drew berrymore init is gonna be good!
walked out of the cinema and GASP...
tammi, and wei qi poped out...
we screamed our lungs out and they tricked me ito watching herbie fully loaded...
my god....
i love lindsay lohan, but a talking car?!?!?
you have got to be kidding me...
sat through 1 and a half hour's of me staring blankly into the screen...
what on earth am i fucking doing in here...
desprately need a fag....