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Uncle Robin’s Birthday

This is going to be yet another birthday posts, and this time the spotlight falls on Uncle Robin.

I absolutely love celebrating birthdays, especially if it’s my own =)

The gang decided to have dinner in his honour 2 Fridays ago (I’m damn lagging) at TGI Friday’s @ the Curve.

I tengah undergoing my Enforcement attachment in KL, and since I obviously do not know how to go to the Curve from KL, I had to put my full trust in the weird angmoh lady that speaks through Juju’s GPS.

Turned out she was pretty trustworthy (I keep typing tHrust wtf) and led me to my destination in just 30 minutes. Reached there earlier than everyone else, so I pulled a “Mr Bean” in the car – changed my entire outfit and did my makeup all in my little Kelisa =)

By the time they had arrived, I had already bought a top from MNG which is getting so overpriced btw. Like one plain lycra spaghetti top cost RM30 wth. Still bought it anyways.

Okayyy my stupid camera is waaayyy out of focus. My mum kidnapped my Canon to Sabah, so now I have to make do with my failing Sony T-20 which sucks.

Everybody go *AWWWWWW =)

I had many fun moments at Enforcement, but I sure am missing the bureau T.T

Happy 99th Birthday, Robin <333

I hate my stupid car =(

Actually I love having a car, but I super HATE having to maintain it =(

H A I H !

Yes I know everything needs a little tender loving care.

But I tell you, last night was the most stressful night ever!!!

There I was, 10pm and 45 minutes til bedtime, about to leave Juju’s house in Kajang for home.

And waddaya know, my car couldn’t start up. After much frustration and random fiddling, I realised I had forgotten to switch the headlights off earlier.

ARGH!

So frustrating you know!!! I was dead tired from doing stupid forensic-ish question at work the entire day, and all I wanted to do was to collapse into my cosy bed and zzz.

But no, stupid me left the lights on T.T

So anyway, with some advice from Alfie, Juju bought me a jumpstart cable from the nearest Shell station.

*Crosses fingers.

VROOM VROOM!!

MAGECHEEBAI big big Volvo also couldn’t jumpstart my tiny Kelisa WHY WHY OH WHY IS THIS HAPPENING???!!! T.T

So after that I just decided to fuck work and take emergency leave the next day. Slept over at Juju’s house lor and my mum was damn pissed!

The next afternoon, we simply hantam chose one nearby car service centre and kidnapped the mechanic to Juju’s house. On the way there he asked how old my car battery was and I answered the truth lar.

“HAH? FOUR YEARS?!! OF COURSE THE BATTERY DIE LAR!”

Eh I didn’t know car batteries had to be changed.

Anyhuu, Mr Mechanic was greeted by a super dirty old battery encrusted in some kind of white stuff which he had to ketuk off using his plyer. And according to Juju the stuff inside the battery was already very pekat and dried up and geli. And so, Mr Mechanic started tut-tutting cause all the water containers in the car (dunno call what lah) were kering-kontang already.

Mr Mechanic: This week school holidays hor.
Me: *Thinks awhile. EH! I’m working edi leh you think still studying meh?!
Mr Mechanic: HAR? How old are you??
Me: 23 liow lor!!
Mr Mechanic: Wah I thought you were only 18 leh! Eh 23 years old already still dunno how to check your own car ah???

Paisehnye.

Mr Mechanic: If you don’t add water of course the battery will die lar. Cannot charge properly wan leh.

OooOOooOo!

But I damn lazy to check lar =( I’ve never even isi angin into my car tyres leh wth.

So anyhuu the battery + service cost me RM170 and the jumstart cable cost RM21 so now you know why I hate my car zzz.

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Oh btw I just remembered that when I serviced my car like 3 weeks ago the mechanic that time already told me I needed to change my battery. But then I was too kiamsiap so I said no need wth. But that fella also damn cb lar never help me to check whether my car still got water or not ish. Pls don’t service your car at the workshop in Taipan near Old Town Kopitiam!

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Monogram Mini Lin Speedy in ebony:

£460 = RM2500 sobbers T.T Fine, I know it’s just ‘entry level’ LV.

Pray I don’t have to fork out anymore cash for my stupid car next month haha.

And I haven’t even seen the real thing in person yet wth!

Personal Crises

Now then, contrary to what you may think, I’m really not as dense/idiotic as I pretend to be. Really.

All that bimbotism and superficialism and idiocracy is merely a ruse. Really!

After all, I did pass all my stupid pharmacy exams, and although you obviously can’t judge a person’s IQ based solely on such qualifications, I’m sure they do count for something.

I dunno why I decided to write about this; inspiration just hammered me on the head whilst I was in the midst of studying (a total of 12 pages -_-) for my upcoming law exam. Hmm looks like hitting the books geared up my dusty musty bureau-brainwashed brain.

I think the rebel in me denotes that I never ‘do as the Romans do’.

When surrounded by fools and nincompoops, I transform into the pack-leader and hail-worthy genius. Accordingly, when among brilliant fellow pharmacists, I am suddenly reduced to this bumbling empty vessel.

As you can probably reckon, the latter has been true for the past many months.

I dunno, I wish the pharmacy world would lighten up a little and see beyond their career.

Doubtlessly, all pharmacists have worked hard to accomplish this coveted title, but I really think we should recognise that there’s so much more to life than our jobs.

As fresh-faced newly grads it is imperative that we learn as much in as short a time as possible in order to be sufficiently competent. That much goes without a doubt.

However, those in the same working arena as I (let’s be specific here) would surely be aware that the competence level required of us is hardly momentous.

So yeah, I don’t see why we should lose any sleep over work, if you work where I do 😉

Let’s just continue being jolly and merry and please stop defining me as the lazy stupid bimbo, cause really, this job in particular doesn’t require me to be anything more than that.