i was home for the whole night on my first day.
i thought that i wouldn't anywhere out on my 2nd day too.
i actually plan to go nowhere, there's docs load on my table queuing for completion.
then nic sms me a surprising news:
"hey i got one extra ticket for today chelsea vs malaysia, live at stadium shah alam!"
oh yeah i'm kaki bola, but i'm not addicted to it anyway.
i agree to join him immediately. foc mar, why not?
"so we will gathering at pavillion 6pm for dinner, cindy the champion from malaysiandreamgirl and some other friends of mine will join us."
WTF there's hot chic coming?! New friends?!
i looks so dumb/dull!
i look myself into mirror and i know i must do something.
i shut down my lappie, take a bath, wear my jersey, get hair gel ready.
deng deng deng......
deng deng......
deng......
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david beckham in da house yo!
handsome ler?!?!?!
so i went to the event, dinner with hot chic face to face, with confidence.
cindy really hot, second after toing.
so there's tim, samantha, yee hou on the same table.
speaking super fluent english with slang, i hardly can communicate well with them by my broken manglish. i need to be very concentrade listening and think ahead before i answer their question :P
my first live football experience
so there go my second day.
and here's the story about today, the 3rd day.
it's my working day, meeting to attend, friends to meet.
i decide to pay a visit to true fitness at pavillion (again :s two days continuously) before i start my day, so i pack my working suits and towel into my backpack, broken t-shirts and shorts on me and drive!
i plan straight into the gym, play some sport, bath then only head to office, so i wore like kampong boy playing sands beside the river. hmm without gel on my hair.
the traffic is heavy as usual.
just the moment i saw pavillion right in front of me, "OOO WTF!" i shout it out loud.
i only brought my pant and underwear and left my shirt on the sofa!
as a flexible entreprenuer (aiseh) like me, i calm down and found a solution.
buy one shirt la, what's the matter now?
so i shop around at pavillion (ya the fcuking high class mall) for my new shirt with my ridiculous so called sport wear.
schoolboy in the changing room (before)
so many people seeing me you know!
i caught so many eyes like celebrity la!
and i shop for like almost one hour!
cause i couldn't find a shirt with reasonable price at pavillion ok!
i end up with a 50% discount item inside parkson.
G2000, fair enough
i ask the promoter to iron on the spot, pay and proceed to the gym.
workout a little on my body, very rush, appointment waiting, then bath.
happily wear my new shirt.
gel my hair.
after, wahahaha!
there's no ugly man, only lazy man. lol.
2 comments:
come on la, then what's with the whining in the previous post?
You can have school boy looking (to show innocence), casual looking, and working look
in uncle tone again:
Yah, let me finish my sentence yesterday..
last time ah, my friend... used the gel to help changing the look temporary lor.. then can liao..
that's why ah, rajin-ness is very important...
young man, spend more time to "gel"ing ur hair lar.. ;p
dont worry, hair will grow~
i also just made a mistake for my hair-cutting T_T
that's what we called 风水轮流转 @_@
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