Recomendation of the ..


Day? Month? Year? Since when have I made recomendations anyway?

Here.



Read this. I'm serious.

I was never one for self-help books because I found them too biased and generalized and full of crap.

But this, it's touched my life and transformed my thinking totally the day it fell into my outstretched hands (Ok, so it didn't fell into my outstretched hands. I got it second-hand at 10 bucks from the cute Kenny Liao. But I digress.) It gave me the will and the determination to fight for my own future, not to mention the notion for the decisions I've made about my life, my relationship and my future.

Read this. Awesome morale-boosting power that makes one determined to be the best of the best no matter what one does.

First day of skipping work


And what a shiok day it is! Been raining since god-knows-when, the air-condition's temperature is just right as I bury my face deeper into my blanket. Time now is 2.59pm, and I've only just woken up.

So what's the first thing an avid blogger who doesn't get to blog much since she started work does when she skips work and gets to stay at home?

No prizes for guessing then.

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Today's totally random topic:

Have you ever noticed that in fashion boutiques there is always a line of men waiting outside the changing room for their girlfriends/wives/lovers? They all look a little awkward and give little uncomfortable but knowing smiles to each other, or for the more unfriendly play a little stare game, as if to warn the other against looking at his girlfriend/wife/lover when she comes out.

You men think this is unfair to men right?

On the other hand, down in the game arcades, you'll find women standing/sitting around waiting for their boyfriends/husbands/lovers to finish gaming. Undoubtly, no one smiles at each other. Each and every one of them thinks they have the best, the coolest, the winner as their boyfriend/husband/lover. They wait, and they wait, and then they wait some more until they realize that there is some kind of unexplained bond between the average male and the average game machine.

You ladies think this is unfair too, right?

Then again, there is always a balance in the world. Imagine if we lived in a world where men did not stand in a line in fashion boutiques, and women did not stand around looking bored in arcades. There'll be quarrels and arguments left, right, center. Where will the love go?

Ok, now I'm just being crappy again.

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Heads up to Bret from wholivesnearyou and Casper from Singaporebikes, both of whom actually recognized me outside without having my bike anywhere near by. As you know, most people usually recognise me by my bike, even friends who already knew me. So it is a big thing for me when people actually don't need to help of my bike to recognise me.

So once again, thanks Bret and Casper, you made me feel much appreciated.

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Sam

I missed those days when you were still a good buddy of ours. In fact, I don't even understand why a small argument would lead to such a big one that you actually bore a grudge against us for so long.



Of all the people that we've lost, I missed you the most. Because you were like a brother to me, although you were older than me I've always treated you as a younger brother, hearing stories of your younger days made me want to protect you as a younger brother.

After our argument, you once implied that once you get your big bike you'd come out with us, because you couldn't stand being the small bike in our group, even though Anthony was also riding a small bike and I haven't even started riding yet.

I waited so long for you to get your big bike just so that you'd come out with us again. But I was wrong. You got your RVF, and still refused to talk to us until we saw you at the dam and persuaded you to come to our Jurong Bird Park outing with us next month, which you refused.

Kenny made a point the other day, that made me realised something. If we started to contact you only now, you'd think it was because of your big bike. You'd think we only want to get you back because you now have a big bike and that we're shallow people who don't want to associate with small bikes.

You're wrong. We want you back because you were like a brother to us. We want you back because we missed that smile of yours. We want you back because we were used to that funny way of talking you had. We want you back because you're our Sam.

I guess I miss you riding your awfully tarted up SP.



It's all gone now. Things have become irreversible. You've started associating yourself with people like mysticspa (not that it's a bad thing) and hang out with big bikes only.

I get the point. I'll stop contacting you, if that's what you want.

However hard it is to say this, I'll have to say it. Goodbye, Sam.

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Working in the hospital, you see different things everyday. Like the three cute doctors I've seen so far, and the one big shot doctor with the weird mood swings, who can launch into a full-scale lecture when a nurse asked him why he was back at work when he's on leave.

You must have have either a very strong mind, or a very bo-chup attitude (which I see in most nurses) because all the pain and the sickness gets to you deep inside. They crawl underneath your skin and shoot straight to your heart.

You see very nice patients, who despite the pain try to smile at you and was nice in making enquiries. You see anxious people who have nothing to worry about but think that they're going to die soon. You see old friends whom you've haven't met for a year or so in and out of hospital for a recently discovered brain tumor.

His name is K. He has brain cancer which he discovered about three weeks ago. He was still serving his NS up to the point of discovery. He is only 21.

How could things like this happen to such a sweet guy like him of all people?

Shit happens. Maybe it's just how you deal with it that makes you a better person.

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Been thinking a lot for the last week, since I started working.

I've made really hard decisions, made lots of realisations, and made a few mistakes along the way.

Now I'm making my stand. I will not yield for material things, because if I make it big I will enjoy more of them. I will not let anyone, anyone at all, affect my decision.

About work, about life, and about relationships. I've made my decision. I'm only waiting for certain things to happen, and then I'll put those plans into place.

It's not money that keeps me happy in a relationship. Nobody should ever rely on money to keep them happy. It's the things we do and the effort and sincerity put in that makes us love each other more. And I do believe we're loving each other more each day.

Which might not be a good thing given the decision I'm about to make. Given the choice I'm about to take. Giving the dependancy of things that might happen.

If I hurt anyone in this process. I am sorry.

But you hurt me first.

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I seriously hate that some people needs proof for everything that I tell them. They don't believe every word I say unless there is proof.

Look, if you don't want to believe me, don't ask me in the first place. I'm not going to go to the trouble of digging up all the evidence to prove that my words are true.

For this once, here is your stupid proof.



Happy now?

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Random Photos section


I do believe that there's always space for random photos in my blog. So here they are!



My baby at First Motors. For the piston and conrod, It's going to kill me at $800++. Argh. Anyway, I edited my license plate this time because something bad's already happened, might as well be careful.

The happy people we met at First Motors.


Totally engrossed in their own conversation.

And me.


Totally engrossed in camwhoring.

This is the crazy Samuel, who found a teddy bear on the stone tablet while waiting at his girlfriend's block for Andrew.


Playing the staring game.


Got sick of the staring game.


Decided to pray to the teddy bear instead. Hopefully he'll win the toto and buy new bikes for all of us.

While Samuel was still messing around with the teddy bear, I found this:


Lazychoo got too horny. Decided to fuck the horse under the pretence of riding it.


"Anyone got tissue? I need to clean the seat."


Samuel: "Never mind, I'll clean it with my jeans instead."

Absolutely mad people.

Been at the hospital since Monday the 21st..


... And most of my friends know why.






.......... Because I work there.

*shiver*


Anyway, haven't been able to get access to internet much since I started work, so I guess blog posts will be fewer and further in between. Just bear with it for a while, when I get my diploma and find a better, not-so-crappy job like this one, I'll be able to log in and blog everyday. Wahey~

About my job. I work as a Patient Service Associate (whatever the hell that is), which in layman term translates into Everything Also Must Do with the exception of poking patients with needles. I'm in the eye department, and ironically I've been having a sore left eye since I started work.

It takes a lot out of you to work in an enviroment where there are a LOT of sick people. My biggest weakness is old people, because I have a soft spot for old people. When I see old sick people who I can't help, I feel like crying. The only thing I can do is to smile cheerfully and hope they'll be cheered up by me.

I hate my job. I hate the manager who's like a teacher, trying to control my every move. But the sad thing is, I'm kind of addicted to cheering the patients up. Oh well.

Crap job, crap pay. And they expect me to give my best. If it weren't for my desperate need of money for my bike's overhaul I wouldn't even sniff in their direction. Pfft!

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There's been so much that I want to blog about these few days. But I think most of the things I muse over are seriously not suitable for public publishing at the moment, so I'd better keep them to myself.

I do wish I can blog everyday. That way, many small but equally important details won't get left out. If you noticed, my recent posts are all quite generalized because I pack a lot of stuff into one post.

Sigh.

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My backseat got stolen.



Argh.

And on top of that, my baby's now at the bike shop, waiting for the parts to come in so he can be fixed. Tentatively the problems are restricted to the piston and conrod. The mechanic hasn't done a thorough check yet to assess any other problems. Cost would roughy be around 800+ for the piston and conrod alone.

I want to die.

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Really random photos I just want to share...

*Upcoming parking idiot photo dedicated to Bret. Heads up, dude! Here's the photo you saw me take!*

This dude who really should've gotten into the parking idiots blog.



He took up two parking slots in his hurry to rush into the KFC at Kallang. I give you two scenarios:

One:-
He needs to take a dump desperately. Runs into toilet, found that there were no toilet paper, wails "I can't shit without toilet paper!"
Ends up using leaves instead.

Two:-
Dude is out with his friends. Pregnant wife calls, screams "I WANT TO EAT KALLANG KFC's MASHED POTATOES! You better come back with it within 30 minutes or you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight!" Dude rushes from the west side to Kallang to buy mashed potatoes, rushes home one minute late.
Ends up sleeping on the couch that night.

I am so crappy. Hardy-har-har.


So bite me.

On a totally different topic, Alexander's bought his new bike. A orange Dragstar with funny pieces of orange tape pasted on the oil tank, probably because of the scratch paintwork or something.

And this is his number plate.



Well they say publishing a person's number plate is bad luck, isn't it? But this doesn't count because it's damaged, right?

This picture shows all our bikes,



.. at a coffee-shop in Bishan, where they serve great pratas and awesome milo-pengs. Now if only I could remember where the coffeeshop is.

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This is Wayne,


"Hi, I'm Wayne."

Who's a rare guest among our ex-Aprilian group ever since he entered army (Good, lah! Got army campmates don't want us liao, lah!)

The rest of the group that were at Sun Plaza Mac that day,



And Samuel, displaying his muscles,


"Do I have B.O?"


"Uh oh, she caught me smelling my armpit"

Samuel's gonna kill me.

This would be yours truly, still playing with her camera.



After we've had our fun at Mac's, we shifted to our usual place again, the Yishun Dam.

This would be me trying to scare them with my camera flash.



See the white alien-like flashes? They're all headlights of bikes.

Photos of them on the road.





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Anthony

.. deserves a space on my blog for this.



Does this look familiar?



Of course it does.





Remember, Anthony had his accident one year ago. So we're all kind of taking bets on whether this time next year he'll have his arm in a sling again.

Ha!

On a similar note, this is my arm.



Similar to Anthony's, except that my injury's a lot smaller (but for unknown reasons, mine leaked far more blood than his.)

Mood swings.


I originally wanted to post a few topics today. But then I couldn't stop thinking after I thought of the topics I wanted to rant about, and that has led to my current mood now.

I want to throw something. Anything.

Condemned. It's already condemned, so nothing I did or do would ever help. So why try? I don't want to try anymore.

Waste of my time.

Introducing..


The crazy couple who loves to take photos!


Wah-ing at the fireworks we saw while at TTSH to look for Lazychoo's friends.

Lazychoo's friends.


Yanfeng


Yanfeng and Casper

Peaches.


On Alan's bike


With Arjen (No, no! Don't take my photo!)


On Andrew's backseat


On Andrew's backseat's key


On the railing at the dam


On Andrew's bike








With his best friend Roger

More pictures of the crazy couple.


The day we introduced Peaches to our friends






Watching the French fireworks





Anthony, a couple of hours after he buang-ed.


Looking damn happy.





Anthony's gloating friends at the hospital, Jazzyme, Lazychoo and Roger.










The one with the sausage lips


The one armed hero


Scaring the car behind us with the camera flash


Taken on the way to West Coast Mac



Jazzyme, Lazychoo, Roger and Anthony - Best Combination!

Mad people on a shopping trip.




They have Puss in Boots, we have Cats in Hats



And finally, a picture of Peaches who flew the coop and stayed there until I came home.



The door to his food was opened and he decided to climb out and wait patiently for me. The window was only nearby and worst of all, wide open. Luckily Peaches was smart enough not to jump out the window.

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Photoshoot on 13th August,











Photos complimentary of Lazychoo, who patiently stayed with me throughout the shoot, getting me drinks and snacks. I love my Lazychoo~

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The Godfather Waltz


The setting is in a dark, dripping alleyway in the 1950s.

The pavement is perpetually wet from the dripping sewers. Drip, drip, drip.

The moonlight reflects from a puddle on the floor, as an alleycat watched over the night's happenings.

Suddenly, a footstep breaks the stillness of the puddle.

*

Men, hanging around exchanging dark glances with each other. They wear big coats that covers their ankles and black hats low over their eyes.

Under the street lamp, a dealer makes an exchange with another men puffing on a cigar.

A couple of winos gather around a barrel of fire, none daring to glance up at the men in coats for fear of inviting trouble. They mind their own business.

The men in coats puffing on cigars carry on with their dealings.

*

In a warm office inside a bar, a man in a black tailored suit makes a deal with a mafia boss who sits in his leather upholstered chair smoking a cigar.

Bodyguards standing all around him and the mafia boss, ready to shoot him should he display any sign of backing out.

The smoke gets in his eyes, and his hand was shaky as he signed the agreement.

He's just signed his soul to the devil.

*

They met in a dark alley. She, the mafia boss's only daughter and he, the son of a poor tailor.

They waltzed in the moonlight, and without a word exchanged they fell in love with each other.

It was a forbidden love, as she was to be a victim of an arranged marriage.

He would never leave her. As did she.

The night took the pair of lovers back into her folds, as their desires for each other engulfed them both.

*

Her father found out about their love.

He had her locked up in her room, and sent the man in the black tailored suit unknowingly to a suicidal dealing.

A single tear fell for her man who was carrying a bag of money, walking to the arranged meeting place.

Polished leather shoes stepping over puddles of muddy water on the sidewalk.

She held the poison to her lips. The very same poison she ordered her sobbing maid to get for her.

BAM!

Chaos. Someone grabbed the bag of money and ran.

She tipped the entire bottle down her throat.

He lay there in a puddle of his own blood, whispering her name.

She lay there unmoving, whispering his name.

*

Thus, ends the life of the two lovers.


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This is my version of the song by Henry Mancini. In actual fact, the song has completely no words in it, but it painted the above picture purely by the ups and downs of the instrumental music.

Try painting your own picture with this song.

The Godfather Waltz by Henry Mancini.

If you can't find it, ask me for it.

The good thing about living on the lower levels next to your car park


.. is that you can admire your bike everyday from your room window.





Ha!

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Lovey dovey with Lazy-chooy


Guess where we were?









Okay, I suck. And I have a sucky camera, so the blame doesn't entirely falls on me!


Lazychoo with a mild "Wah!" expression. You should see his incredible WAH! expression. Priceless!

And yesterday, Lazychoo accompanied me on a mad run to see the dogs and puppies of Pasir Ris farmway!

Me: "Choo, can I have a goldfishy?"

Him: "Yap."

Me: "How about a pair of goldfishies?"

Him: "Yap."

A while later...

Me: "Can I have a bunny?"

Him: "Your mom's going to kill me if I say yes."

Me (5 minutes later): "Can I have a bunny?"

Him: "Yap."

Ha!

Me(20 minutes later): "Can I have a puppy?"

Him: *Stun*

Me(30 minutes later): "Can I have 5 puppies?"

Him: *Stun even longer*

Him: "But I want a big dog."

Ha!

Me: "When I have my own house I want a house full of bunnies and puppies and goldfishies and birdies."

Him: *Gives really weird look*

Him: "Mad ah, you?"

I thought you should've known that you have a mad girlfriend by now.

Ha!

Aren't they sweet?


My baby in bed.



"Baroo?"





This queen we found at Chong Pang Nasi Lemak,



.. who ruled over us with a regal stare.



Ah, crap.



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Blog mistress playing with her hair (not to mention cam-whoring)



Saw April's hair in braids, couldn't resist copying. Ha!

Her's is so much nicer.



And if you're curious, I was watching the "Finding Neverland" on my computer. That's Johnny Depp playing pirates with the Llewelyn Davis kids.

Watch it, people. A supremely touching show. A little slow, maybe, but it adds up to the building of the feelings for the ending.

A show for artistic people who appreciate imaginations. And maybe Johnny Depp fans.

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I spent the whole of today eating and eating.

Cereals.

Yea, you heard me right, I said cereals.

And now, after too much intake of MILK, I've become like this.



Argh! Somebody flatten me!

Sentosa Outing with Lazychoo's Friends


*edited* Waiting for Lazychoo to send over the rest of the pictures from another camera before I post them up. Keep waiting, boys and girls!


*edited 2* Pictures are in!


Early in the morning I was woken up to cook this.



Whilst I was still washing up in the toilet, Lazychoo tested the waters with two pieces first. And, like any other MAN, he was afraid of the sputtering oil, so he used a piece of newspaper to block any oil from splattering on him.

Gues what happened?



Anyway, Yanfeng was here that morning to make sandwiches because Lazychoo has a toaster at home.




"Mine got two slices of cheese hor!"

Ignoring the boys.



Boys being boys.



At harbourfront.



Yanfeng being forced to take a picture with his girlfriend, Qiuxiang.

Yea, yea, I know. We call Yanfeng Tang Bo Hu sometimes too.



Our day!



Botak caught me unprepared.



And after which, he went "Aye, I didn't want to take you leh. I only wanted to take Lazychoo one."

Okay, lor. Sheesh.



Yiming and Anna.



The crazy couple who embarked on a soccer frenzy once we settled down.



Lazychoo giving "the face".


"You this spoilt brat, never help me, take pictures some more!"

So bite me.

Spot the whitest guy who happens to to be playing with his shirt.



Whee!


"Not happy. Very not happy. What can you do?"

Ah Neh, Lazychoo. 'Cept that he's too white to be an Ah Neh.



Anna and Priscilla.



The food we brought along.



The group.





Running people.






Yanfeng: "The shark's mouth was THIS big! And he tried to eat me up!"
Lazychoo: "Izzit?"






"You suck, Mr Photographer."

The making of the toilet bowl.










"Must put one foot inside then realistic, mah!"

After soccer drink.



Our project.



Artistic.



The formal one,



And the relaxed one.



The soccer group.



Along the shoreline..



Ni ner ni ner ni ner~



Heh.



Taking a break from soccer.





I drew this on the sand. Hey, isn't this supposed to be a guy's job?

Poor me.



The girls.



The crazy Yanfeng and the crazy Teck.









A very cold Yingying.



He looks kinda' forced.



Half-naked guys.







Group photo of all those who went that day.

From CuteOverload.com


Comes this. It's called learning to snorgle.




Aww, chubby cheeks!

Couldn't resist posting it up. It's so cute!

Fuck you.


Shut up and fuck off and die.



*EDITED* In case anyone is misled by this post, this is aimed directly at the forker who doesn't dare to post with anything other than a "anonymous", the forker who's got nothing better to do than to kick others in the shins when they're down.

And dude, stop pretending to be a close friend lah. I know who you are lah.

Weird.


Had this weird dream last night.

In my dream, Lazychoo brought me along to meet his ex-girlfriend Linda. When I asked him why, he simply said because it was on the way. After giving both of them ample black faces and Linda disappeared, I found messages of him quarrelling with her over both of them being too quiet during the meetup.

Then we turned around a corner and he suddenly disappeared, and I found Lionel, my mech, standing beside me. We got chased into a shopping mall by drunkards with rotting faces, and Lionel, who turned into Eason Chan, got killed. He was reincarnated into a miniature schnauzer, and Dex appeared.

We were still wandering around in the shopping mall being chased by even more drunkards with rotting faces when I chanced upon a table consisting of my uncle, my oldest cousin and an old, old friend. We talked for awhile and suddenly I couldn't breathe.

I woke up gasping.

It was 4.30am. That scared the hell out of me. So I went over to my jeans, extracted my protection charm and put it on my bed's headboard.

Okay, so I'm superstitious. But I was scared, okay?

I guess that means no more afternoon naps for me. Bah!

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You know sometimes in your dreams you keep seeing a person, doesn't matter guy or girl, and having all sorts of dream-related experiences with him/her that you slowly fall for him/her, and then when you wake up you feel this sense of loss for someone who doesn't exist?

I guess that defines the term "dream guy/girl", huh?

Love is..


... cooking maggie mee in the middle of the night for her even though you're dead tired.

I love you, Lazychoo.

Love is... catching little soft toys for her and in doing so spend more than the soft toy's worth.



I love you, Lazychoo.

Love is... giving all the sweets from the soft toy machines to her.



I love you, Lazychoo.

Love is... being cheeky and giving her the last sweet, saying that it's your heart and that you're giving her your heart.



I luurvve you, LazyCHOO.

So love a little more today, people. Who knows, your other half might give you the time of your life in bed tonight!

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Okay, here's a couple more pictures of me playing with the newest addition to our family.



Mini-Tracy (haven't given her a name yet) with the original Tiny.



The whole collection of soft toys Lazychoo's caught for me to-date:



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It was a good idea to remove the wondow grills.



Now the world seems so much more clearer.



Just don't have the windows open when you're having suicidal tendencies.

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Impromptu Mito meetup (with a couple of Aprilian brothers)











The three yellow Mito-eers!



Two '06 RS125s (one of which was very unfriendly so I refuse to call him a brother).



Red Mito, yellow Mito and yellow Mito (Translate: Ben, Jazzy and Jackson)



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Crazy mofos'.



The epitome of black and white.



GAHHH!!!