Never plan.

Never ever plan. To wake up early.

Time was about 2am when I fell asleep. Just couldn't keep my eyes shut even when I switched off the lamp for total darkness.

I woke up to the BLAST of  Sean Kingston's " Somebody call 911 Shawty Fire Burning on the dance floor Whoa!" It was irritating la. Pressed the snooze and returned to sleep. Alarm was set at 630am . I got up at 7.05am when I was disturbed by a loud thud somewhere. Late again. Sigh.

Rushed to shower, luckily I've got all my stuffs ready for work the night before. Woke dad up for work and found out mom didn't ironed his shirt. Arghh. I ironed it and waited patiently for Dad to drop me off at the immigration.

In the car, Dad was telling me that we're going up to KL this Friday. For an open house. *Imagine my face!* I just said ,"Huh?? But I've got F1!" and I forced myself to shut up. Its DAD. Noone argues with him. Well, I did plenty and it all ended bad soooo I won't want to take THIS risk and not going for F1! *help*

Noooo wayyyy !! I got the ticket for F1! And BSB! And Paintball! Argghh...

Now I'll gotta be the BESTEST daughter ever! But how eh? Hmm.. I'll ask mom for help. God too. Please.

I reached work at 10am with MR Breakfast. I do not want another gastric attack alright. I cursed myself for wearing heels coz everyone knows I just got in. Pfft! Even Alan ,the MD.

Whenever I planned to do something, it always fail. So, never plan. Be spontaneous. Be me.