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Sunday, August 10, 2008

a Lamborghini Murcielago drive pass outside my store ytd noon. and it goes .... wroof , wroooof , WROOOOOOOOOOOOM ... tut tut tut tut wroof wroof.


i turned my head , the mighty sports car stopped at the traffic junction cuz red light.. *tink tink* ..


one fine moment , my colleague, ryan came out and asked me

R: y so many ppl wear red today?
L: national day ma..
R:then how come the 4 of the Filipinos also wear red?
L: .......................................
L:national day ma...
R:Sibei bo liao


SUDDENLY !!!


wroom wrooooom wrooooooooooooooooooooooooooom !

lamborghini came again wroom wrooom again. it's really really super duper freaking loud , afraid his father mother dunno he's driving and the whole streets of ppl was like looking at the car. and the customers stopped all their talking , all was looking at the mighty one.


OMG LAMBO AGAIN .. stop at the traffic junction again also. *tink tink tink*


another colleague was like :" i dun understand y ppl wan to drive this kind of car in Singapore. then stop at traffic. i rather they drive in other countries.

TRUE ...

anyway , i jus found out some of my collegues dun like my store manager. lOl. can create union le.. can u imagine he threw away one of the staff's apron and told all , whoever picked up the apron is going to get it from me .. lucky my captain saved it. then my captain came out and whine , the farker ah , thorw apron ah....... politic omg...

KISS * ♥
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