I wanted to continue my (seemingly never-ending) posts on Italy, until I realized that my laptop is still under repairs (Apple services always takes FOREVER) and the pictures are currently inaccessible since I passed them to a family friend so she can extract the pictures of her family that we took.
So that's how I end up here.
The race weekend lasts for 3 days every year, starting from Friday, all the way till Sunday; Where the actual race is held. The first two days are usually filled with practice and qualifying rounds that will decide who gets the pole positions.
I didn't bother to come on Friday because there usually aren't much going on. It is however a good day to snag merchandises since most would be selling like hotcakes come Saturday and Sunday.
Still kinda regretful I didn't get that Ferrari shell backpack. It was sold for RM 99! MAJOR STEAL compared to everything that was sold there. Even official team lanyards costed RM 100. (-___-)
It was a beautiful day, and I was supposed to be roaming the place with Paca... until he received a better deal, offered by a friend who got an extra pass to the paddock.
And of course, like a true friend; He ditched me.
Though of course, no hard feelings, coz I would have done the same. HAHAH!
So I walked around and took advantage of the good weather to snap photos, until the next practice round begin. Went to my seats and here, was what the view was like from my seat.
The queue to buy drinks. Luckily, I bought mine earlier.
About halfway through the second qualifying round (Q2) I headed to my parents' seats. There is an extremely long story as to WHY we weren't at the same seats.
YOU MAY SKIP THIS STORY, REALLY.
Well, to begin with; Since 2009, my father have been lucky enough to always receive free tickets to the race. And since I missed the race in 2011 because my father didn't enquire about free tickets, and only told me AFTER the race weekend was over that we actually could've gotten tickets... By then it was too late. Obviously. Pfft.
So this year I made sure to ask him every chance I get. I started bugging him from the beginning of January. Heck, possibly even earlier. And every time he would either brush it off or give vague answers. This went on... up until a week before the race.
He told me to just buy tickets, and obviously that bummed me out a little. Tickets to the race are NOT cheap, unless you don't mind standing by the hills. I mean, I don't mind, honestly. But the Malaysian leg of the race is usually very unpredictable. And by that I mean that there is always a possibility of rain. And I would prefer not to be standing over a hillside, all wet and soggy.
I nearly gave up, until Thursday (a day before the race weekend began) I told myself that I SIMPLY COULD NOT MISS THIS. Who knows when else will I get to come, since I'm planning to flee the country in September, and hopefully catch the race in Silverstone.
So I called my mother asking her to confirm whether or not we were getting any free access, and she told me to just purchase them, coz I'd rot if I ever waited for my father's answer (Okay I'm exaggerating here, but you get the point). Tried calling my father, but unfortunately he was at a meeting. I recalled he did say once to just buy our own tickets, so that to me, was him agreeing to me making a purchase.
I shall not disclose the price of the tickets here, but anything gets pricey when you buy six of them, y'know?
So the purchase was confirmed and I breathed a sigh of relief. OH YAY HELLO RACE WEEKEND UH HUH UH HUH UH HUH.
On Friday when I skipped the race because I headed to KL, to purchase books, and to fangirl over Girls' Generation with Hawa and Maira, I got a call from Ayah saying that if I wanted tickets, I could head over to the box office in Sepang and claim it under this one person's name.
OH NAAAA. Did I just spent all that money for nothing? Well, yes, kind of. Depending on how you look at it.
And when I told my parents to give away the free tickets to someone else, they disagreed, because they got better seats which costs double the ones that I bought a day before. So it ended up that my WHOLE family sat at Topaz, while I sat at K1 with Paca and Eja.
I had takers for the other 3 tickets, but since it was so last minute... Everyone else canceled. So. Yeah. Three tickets. Unused. SAD. But now I know to always wait till the very last minute for Ayah's answer.
LESSON LEARNT. MONEY BURNT. But its okay... At least thats what I tell myself, coz there is nothing left to do about it, really.
STORY ENDS HERE.
So I headed to where my parents were sitting, and this was their view of the track;
Attempted to take pictures of the cars, but failed miserably.
I'm hoping this is Kimi.
Pretty sure this is Jenson Button.
Sometimes I get lucky to at least have the car in the picture, but most of the pictures I took either looked like this;
Or this;
So yeah, if you're looking for nice pictures, you've come to the wrong place, but I will direct you to the pictures Paca took for Newborn Pixs.
Fail.
Mama and Ayah.
Where my seat was located.
Sweaty disgusting looking me. No difference from the my daily self, really.
The next day I headed to the circuit with Paca and Eja, who Paca and I had to wait for nearly 2 hours, and she still has the guts to tell me wait a little while longer so she could put on sunscreen.
(-_____-)
#whylahihavefriendslikethis
From the sky alone we could conclude that it was going to be a wet race. Wet races are exciting... until they decide the race should stop altogether.
The seats only look unoccupied. It actually began to rain pretty bad, and people sitting up front moved to the back to prevent from getting wet. But of course, my friends and I are stubborn as !*&#!(* and refused to move our asses.
I snapped a couple more pictures, but I mostly took videos. Coz whenever I miss the sound of engines, I can always play them back, over and over again. *bliss*
The rain actually did put the race to a halt, which led me to thinking that I'm bad luck, coz the last time I was there in 2009, they had to stop the race altogether because it was raining really heavily.
Luckily enough, after nearly an hour, the race resumed... till the very last lap! Hurrah!
The race is over by this time. The winner; Fernando Alonso, driving for Scuderia Ferrari.
I look stumpy here (-____-) I can't strike a flattering pose to save my life! But don't you just loveee my fluorescent McLaren shirt? I do! But not as much when Ferrari won in the end... You failed me Lewis. WHY WHY.
Ferrari supporters celebrating their win. I would've joined them if I was in my usual Ferrari tee... But of course I decided to go for McLaren. (-___-)
And thus, the day ended. Not without having to go through bad traffic on the way home, of course.
PS: Some pictures I took with my phone, that I posted on Twitter;
LUNCH. Dry burger and soggy fries have never tasted better. And the fries were the object of my unflattering Friend Zone behaviour. Such unlucky soggy fries.
