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(Sunday, January 25, 2009)
the hype of chinese new year is not getting to me this year. as a matter of fact, i was more inclined to storm into a seemingly dance of joy if the mac that i wanted was released in january (then mr mac hero has to come down with some fucking class A hormon disorder) than me going into fraction of that delight now.
as the matter of fact, i was so convinced that i needed a chinese new year morale boost, i went to buy lottery, simply knowing that another 20Gs will make me a lesser pissed off cunt that i already am. and also 20Gs could score me approximately 1million gallon of beer, and beer, ladies and gentlemen, makes a man happy. period. no two ways about it. also, in my humble opinion beer makes a person more svelte.
so i armed myself a fuck all look and the exact amount of cash i need to get 20 grants in return (apporoximately i don't know how much because i know fuck all about lottery) and walked into the lottery shop. i stood tall at the entrance along with the piercing fuck-off-y'all-losers-cause-you're-looking-at-the-cunt-that's-going-home-with-your-hard-earned-money-you-better-recognise-muthafucker! look. afterward i took pleasure perusing the place, it stinks of greed and expired cigarettes, the people were a wretched bunch. immediately, victory that belongs to me comes at a price, i just want to do my thing and fuck off.
the biggest problem by far is, i have not made any bets in lottery before. never fucking ever. in general way of putting it, i have a degree in fuck all about placing bets. stinker. alright, no fucking mountain is too hard to climb. assuming that i got my degree by being drunk most of the time, what how fucking hard could this be? all that needs to be done is to write the number on a fucking piece of paper, and give the guy at the counter whatever it takes to get 20Gs and fuck off.
today just re-affirmed how much god hates me. or love fucking with me. the counter designated for the type of bet i want to place is not open. i can put my money on something with a 20million return, which is ridiculous, everyone including god knows i don't know what to fucking do with 20mil, so that's down the fucking drain. NO FUCKING WAY THE BETTING COUNTER FOR 4D IS CLOSED. son of a bitch. motherfucker. while i was having this cunt of a time, i still want my 20Gs bad enough that it was preeminent that i shall do what xerox does best, copy!
copying proved to be preposterous. when i peeped at what the losers that is not going home with 20grants has written down on their receipts, they became overly cautious to what i was doing, returning an almost maniacal form of eye language. in the end i gave up. sooner or later, i was destined to get into trouble as there was more indians there than the first hindraf rally. big bad motherfucking indians whom i always am unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of their affection for larceny. fuck that shit. that ain't gonna happen again with them fuckwits.
i left promptly, unharmed, yet learnt a very important lesson in my life - i have friend that can fucking get the lottery shit done for me and i don't need to fucking go to that shithole myself for it. it's good to keep the tradition going, conventional chinese new year still stands.
