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10.6.02

Oh dear. my wallet’s really crying out for mercy ever since I left work at FBA..
the IRC channel #F1 (galaxynet) has reached its 1st anniversary on may 23rd, but with so many plans and schedules tighter than my arse in Antarctica, the majority of the channel finally decided to have it today (9th June) instead (after 1 postponement). but there’re ‘hai qun zi ma’ in the group, better known as fags, who still come up with the kindest words at the last minute:

[EXCO] sorry la… got camp on that day and cannot wait to hanky-panky with the sec 1 boyz…
(montoya) Oops forgot about the time zone
(mcwawen) selling backside even as we speak.
(janvey & yell) zzz...


but wait! there was a miracle to happen! corinna^s (or hanis) ackshully attended one of our outings! and she wasn’t half as evil as everyone expected. still can’t conclude EXCO’s sexual preference though.

anyways we made our way down to Swensen’s at Parco Bugis Junction. meal was pretty neat, if you haven’t tried lamb chop + mint sauce, try it! quite a substantial portion goes to sheep fat, but it all adds to the elasticity. i took home economics so trust me. :P

here’s the horrible aspect of self-made concoctions – the brand new #F1 cocktail. ingredients include anything supposedly edible found on the table, such as ketchup, pepper and salt.. mix it with some ice cream and walla – a dessert fit for a king lacking a tongue. for a quart of Tiger, Joe volunteered to drink half of it.

("texture is of the essence")


(joe taking a great risk by gulping it all down without close range of a public convenience.. wah piang eh)

erquan (sir^vtec) joined us later during our meal to catch some world cup action but was early enough to catch the makings of a Singaporean cocktail original.

(L-R: hanis, tifosi, julian, joe, self and vtec… looking rather distraught after the cocktail demonstration)

Then it was some futbol we had to catch at the nearby bugis village kopitiam. not before we got ourselves some incentives! i finally realised that one of the few ways to keep anyone's world cup fever alive is to put some money on the line. even if betting against germany in that saudi arabia match...

(betting slips hoping for an ecuador win)

we didn't forget about joe's personal bet, we gave him his tiger in the wonderful afternoon heat..

(i was praying hard that joe wouldn't puke while doing this...)

the 8 quarts of froth i had the morning before was still fresh in my liver's mind. combined with the *&#%@ hot sun and 2 more quarts i was redder than Vtec who sunburnt himself (plus acme) a few days prior. took a piss after ecuador lost (but we got total goals right) and we were off to kart. it was tifosi's suggestion to kart the next week or so, but we were bored shitless to even bother watch turks kicking costa ricans (they drew 1-1 :P).. hence the impulse to go karting. felt a wee bit high on the way to the mrt and was almost dragged into the fountain at parco by joe and vtec.. i resisted till i was flat on the ground. too bad that moment wasn't captured :P

(pedophiles just love this little fountain thingie)

i was pushed, prodded and shoved onto the ground a couple of times and fell with considerable ease. i swear i fell over the gal in the bus undeliberately! the bus driver was trying to play tricks on me!

we arrived at kartworld jurong with the buzz of a great number of karts going on ontrack. everyone thought there was some race going on, but the counter girl said "practice only lah". there was some real hairy racing going on, kart practice seems totally different from F1 practice. for one, the circuit was pretty small to accomodate say, 15 people for 'practice'.. though we managed to sign the indemnity forms anyway. the price for 10 mins of karting had been raised to $40!! they call em 'expert karts' but they're just silly intermediate karts with a push-button ignition and a false sense of 'expertise' :P

(self trying to feel for my brain before getting started.. no i wasn't drunk driving)


(tifosi waiting for his opportunity to run over the boss' feet)

i chose the rearmost kart so i could have some overtaking chances but it was not to be... the rear-inclined brakes jammed extremely easily and i spun for the first corner. pfft. Vtec was ahead of me and was complaining to boss about how his kart lacked brakes instead. boss made us *switch* karts on track. vtec went on his merry way happy with his new change of kart, but i approached the final hairpin at 60kph and the brakes didn't cut in!! the brake pedal was being floored like nuts but the calipers decided to piss on me. i slowly went back into the garage and almost ran over this indian dude in the process to have the brakes fixed.
brakes took around, say, 10 minutes to repair and by the time i was out, tifosi, joe and vtec were already being called in.... blah.
spent my supposed 15 minutes (5 min bonus for scaring me shitless of course) going round the track like a lone alex yoong depositing rubber for the rich anuses to race on later. oh yeah, i did some mobile-chicanery on this coulthard fella >:D
had my share of hairy moments, such as going into the u-turn sideways with locked rear wheels, or having my right contacts dislodged slightly for slamming the kerb. steam as always.

(er no, that isn't me ahead.)

unfortunately, i forgot to bribe the videographer/photographer for the event and there were *NIL* action photos with any of us in it (if you don't count 1/3 tifo's shoulder) and 4 superbly short videos of each of us being waved the red flag into the garage. sigh...


(argh! lost some thumbskin there. gotta stop being rough with me devices..)


(the now customary shot of sweaty little shagged kids)

time was about 6pm, would take awhile to get back to bugis, so we decided to catch the 7.30 japan vs russia match for 'fuxsake'. made use of the previous winnings to buy 3 more bets - one for a jap win, another for a draw and one for 4 *ahem* goals. found ourselves a good seat in front of the giant tv and later realised the 2 other strangers using the same table were betting FOR russia :P
no worries, the two tables ahead of us were filled with rabid japanese.

(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! miyamoto was sporting some s&m bra thingie wrapped around his face! yeah. they were good seats.)


(nakata's long shot that hit the crossbar - which could've fulfilled 1/2 of our 4-goal bet..)


(the jap folks going nuts at fulltime 1-0. can't forget their silly "clap-clap-clap---NIPPON!" cheer)

so we ended the day winning quite a number of bets, sore from the karting, high from that drinking, enjoying ourselves pretty much in the process.
yeah, so what if there were only 6 people appearing instead of the expected 12?
we had fun for the day and that's all that matters. we MADE it fun.
screw you last-minute procrastinators. pfffft.

Cheers,
blurifug.
xoxoxo

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