Been hearing dude talking about this petrolhead thing in facebook and limpeh thought limpeh go in and take a look and see what the fuck it is all about. Well, its a game of probability where the winner get to have pictures of super nice cars in their virtual garage. Wait till you fuggers see what cars limpeh have in limpeh's Gran Turismo garage wahahahahaha...

Ok lar, its actually an ok game but the best part about this game is the description about the race written in the profile page. These are some samples of the what were written...


"Quite why Lloyd thought it would be a good idea to race a more expensive car may never be known. As Maes car disappeared into the distance, perhaps Lloyd had time to reflect on this strange decision."

"This was a close run race, with both cars being of equal uselessness.The 1994 Volvo 850 Turbo belonging to Lloyd being slightly more useless. Or perhaps it was just a lack of driving skill."

"A surprising victory caused by a broken drive train which changed the race dynamics. As the Renault Twingo of Adeline slowly declerated, the 1994 Volvo 850 Turbo of Lloyd cruised to the finishing line."


Hahaha...limpeh can imagine how the commentating went as limpeh race those fuggers. Strange enough, it didn't reflect on the fact that limpeh beat 2 expensive cars. Since this is a game of probability, limpeh took the gamble and race huijun and puss...limpeh win leh!! Wonder how the commentating would be like hurhur...


Apart from that, limpeh think it will be the last time clicking onto petrolhead.


Ok, limpeh finished limpeh's papers today and its time to party(or is it pak mahjong?) wooooohooooooo!!! Its weird to have the exam questions given to you 2 weeks before and still have difficulties in answering them. Why is it so? Because work is so taxing and draining that murthafugger energy out of you so much that all you wanna do after work is to sit on the bed and stare onto the ceiling and hope that the lizard will lose its ability to stick onto the ceiling and fall onto the floor and you can step on its tail till it falls off so that you can throw it at your mom and make her scream and then she can give you a good bashing and you'd be so tired after crying so hard that you'll be able sleep like a baby at night. All these just so that you can sleep like a baby at night. FUG. The shit thing is that you can't wake up like a baby next morning and wait to get fed. No fucking no. You have to wake up like a man and feed yourself, your mother, your father, your brother, your sister, your girlfriend, your girlfriend's friends, your girlfriend's cat and your girlfriend. Eh? Did limpeh mentioned girlfriend twice? Nevertheless, life will never go back to a baby unless you kanna dementia when you turned 65. Hopefully we can sleep and wake up like a baby again. Fuck you, think again. Ah gong wants us to work till 72 and if you get dementia at 65, ah gong is going to poison you and throw you into dung pool which part of you will become Newater and be sold back to your grandchildren. So what is the moral of the story? Ah gong makes use of all the resources to the fullest.

Ok, thats the end of the entry. Lastly, before limpeh end this post, limpeh show you some pictures. According to limpeh's observation, almost everyone who reads limpeh's post only look at the pictures. Cheebye...if only look at pictures then limpeh type so much for fuck? Anyway, just to make you cheebyes happy, limpeh will upload some pictures to make you all song...














Disclaimer: Its up to you fuggers to think if the above pictures are posed intentionally by the person in the pictures. Limpeh say its done unintentionally, you believe or not?