This post is dedicated in reply to people on my tag-board.

Girl, I understand how you feel. I've been through the stage whereby I can't let go of some things. I shall explain why I am able to do it in my case. For the first guy, B, I was actually dying to let go because there was actually no love in the relationship. He hit me, girl, and not only once. It was a nightmare. Possessiveness, violence, you name it. He even stalked me for some time until a confrontation and two police reports later.

For the second guy, Y, there was no love in the relationship at all. There never was to begin with. It was actually a friendship in disguise. And seeing as how I got to know of his pettiness after the relationship, there's nothing left for me to hold on to.

Girl, some things are beautiful and meant to be remembered. If you can't let go, don't make yourself do so until you are ready. Remember only the good times, not the bad times, and that'll make yourself feel better. Imagine, there are so many people out there without having tasted love at all, and you are one of the lucky ones to have truly tasted it. Nothing is wasted, because to not be able to let go means that you both had many good memories right? Treasure them.

You will learn to let go in your own time. For the time being, occupy yourself with other things like friends, hobbies, work/study and stuff. The ache will soon dull. Good luck and remember that I'm here to help.

Doggie, I know you're jealous and stuff, but try to remember, you have your own life too. And whoever said that he doesn't love me? Oh he loves me alright, and I know it.

Su baby, why didn't you tell me earlier? Don't worry, I have to do outdoor day shots too, tell me when you're free, any time this week. We can go chill somewhere after that too, been ages since I last saw you.

Thanks people who have been supporting me, even in my tagboard, I appreciate it. Leave your email (as in msn) with your nick if you want to keep in contact.

This time all I want is you
There is no one else
Who can take your place
This time you burn me with your eyes
You see past all the lies
You take it all away
I've seen it all
It was never enough
It keeps leaving me needing you

Take me away
Take me away
I've got nothing left to say
Just take me away

I try to make my way to you
But still I feel so lost
I don't know what else I can do
Cause I've seen it all
It was never enough
It keeps leaving me needing you

Don't give up on me yet
Don't forget who I am
I know I'm not there yet
But don't let me stay here alone

I've seen enough
And it's never enough
It keeps leaving me needing you

Take me away

I didn't want to know.. gawd I wish I didn't read all that..

You know, my biggest problem is my insecurity. I never want to go back into that room again unless I'm ready and you're ready. It's still pretty much half of her room from the looks of it.

I never want to know about the past. I don't want to be dragged down by the past. I only want to look toward the future and somehow try to make everything seem better.

Maybe you thought letting me know your thoughts and feelings from the past would be good. Well you thought wrong. You've changed since then and all I gathered from your blog was insecurity.

I didn't want to know...

I even wonder if your nick was meant for me, or her.

If only I had read this thing before I got together with you. Now that I know, relationships seem bothersome to you. I would be someone extremely bothersome to you because of my insecurities. Should I make like a robot and bury all my bad feelings inside and continue the way everything is until I explode?

You just want a simple life. And here I come to complicate things. Oh shit, I feel so horrible now.

You can't forget her..

I was wrong for not telling you what I told Roger, but I've already explained why. I know you couldn't help, and you were already laden down with so many problems in your life that I could not bear to add on to it. I know you don't like the feeling of having other people knowing things that you do not know, but have you considered my feelings? Have you stood in my shoes?

Why is it that I put on a smiling face everyday even when I feel like tearing my heart out inside? Why is it that I look as if I am carefree all the time, with no problems at all? Why is it that I try to organize outings and gatherings all the time? Why am I always the one to appease?

Don't I have problems of my own? Don't I have a heart, don't I bleed too when my skin is punctured? Do I look like a robot to you?

I don't talk much about my problems because I know I am the only one who can solve them. There is absolutely no use to lament because that is not going to help at all.

I know I am horrible by making you sad in the second week of our relationship. Even after explaining why. Even after giving a perfectly good reason. We could've had a talk about this to clear things up between us instead of guilt-tripping each other.

Now I feel so horrible that I can't sleep. Perhaps we were both in a bad mood.

I love you too much to lose you, Kenny.

Due to unscrupulous people messing around with my tagboard and me not resisting the opportunity to shoot them, I've been skipping a few posts on how wonderful my life has been.

Kenny and his friends picked me up after work last Friday. As I got into his friend's minivan, Kasper slammed the door on my hand and I called out in pain. Kenny went into shock mode and Kasper felt so sorry! Anyways, don't worry, my fingers feel fine now except that the bone of my ring finger on my left still hurts a bit.

I had my photoshoots on Saturday with Kenny. Although I don't think I am allowed to post pictures from my portfolio here, but I think these are excusable.





Ta-da~! Darling Kenny. Isn't he absolutely gorgeous? My designated rider, photographer, boyfriend, supper khaki, boy, must be quite tiring for him.

'Neways, we were supposed to take day shots at upper Seletar when we captured this lovely sunset.







The very first sunset of my life, with the man I love so dear.

After messing around for awhile at upper Seletar, it got too dark to take day shots. We went to have dinner at this eccentric little place called Handle Bar, located at Alexandra road. Everything in that place was about motorbikes. The interior decor, shirts, toilets, bar, everything was covered with pictures related to bikes.

Two incredibly large portions of dinner, potato wedges and a jug of beer later, we were both stuffed. We went to Harborfront in hopes of it still being open for us to take my indoor shots, but it was too late. Our next destination: Mount Faber.

I had fun at the Merlion's, with different poses and stuff. Sneak peek:



After awhile, the battery of my old digicam went flat. I called Melvin in hope that he would lend me his digicam, and we waited for him at The Hill bar. Took this:



One of the best close shot, but its not gonna be in my portfolio cuz' portfolio photos have to be full body shots.

When it got too late and Melvin still wasn't anywhere in sight, we went back to Yishun and up to Melvin's house to get the camera from him. Melvin was in the same company as Kenny during BMT, and they haven't met since Melvin got posted out.

We chatted and messed around at Melvin's (and found out exactly why Melvin didn't come meet us for so long) until it was time to send his girlfriend home.

We stopped over at the underpass leading the Yishun MRT for our following shots. Sneak peeks:











Nice? You bet.

After both the cameras' batteries went flat and we were done with the photoshoot, I wanted breakfast and he wanted to change before going for breakfast, so we went to his house for him to change.

Spent a few hours on his bed.

hhmmm...... ^-^

To *she*Male/sabrina/retard-posing-as-douglas:

We can all see that *she*Male and sabrina are all one person, but I can tell you guys that this cockroach is from MOP. Why? Because only people from MOP think that they have a right to post everywhere and demand an explaination when their posts get removed.

Well, firstly, since this is MY blog, as D said "give the contents of most of the blogs amiss......coz mostly self-centred individuals" so I suggest you give my blog a miss because it'll alway be the work of a self-centered individual. I am liable to remove whatever posts that is against me, but somehow I have left some and I feel that is fair enough to you shit-stirrers.

I will remove posts that drag in other people, posts that contain the filter *beep*, and totally irrelevant posts that contain nonsense and discrimination. Which totals up to about 100% of all posts made by this person.

When I am not free enough to post, it is not called avoidance. Grow up, kid, there's so much more about the world you still need to learn. Education is not everything, being streetwise is. Having a narrow mind wouldn't help either.

I am not affected much by the posts made by you, bitch, but for the sake of the entertainment value of this blog I have removed it to prevent too many wars. For one, I removed most of the posts I made regarding the war between me and D because other than the usual "putting me down wherever he goes" he hasn't done much damage to me. Tag-boards, on the other hand, are to let me know who's here and for well-wisher ONLY. You don't have to worry about other people doing the same thing as you are doing, *she*Male/sabrina, because you are the only ones too damn free enough to do it.

I will continue to remove posts in my tagboard that contains all that I described above, and no, you don't even need to use the word 'transparency' with me because I do not need to have transparency. This is MY blog, remember?

Just got the news that my WLNY group reads my blog.

Argh! I feel so naked now. Figuratively speaking,of course.

Anyway, welcome! Hiya groupie, now you know that I know you guys are here, so we can all relax and speak the truth ya?

Yes, I'm with Kenny. No more rumours and gossip, you got it straight from me. He's mine! Muahahaha

Anyways, prac 3 was perfect today. Thanks to you guys always talking about bikes, I'm picking up fast. I'll be riding with all of you soon, especially Sam and Anthony!

Figure of 8 was perfect, crank course was.. erm.. well I kinda' got the hang of it after a while. Slope was perfect, as compared to my performance two days ago in the rain. I passed!

Prac 4's coming up later at 12.45pm.

Supper tomorrow, anyone?

I forgot to upload these here on the day of the Mid-Autumn festival.



Me with a stony face and Anthony smiling away.









We also made this, since we all got to know each other from http://www.wholivesnearyou.com .



Ta-Da!

Hard at work.



The end product.



WhoLivesNearYishun!

Two of my favorite people at the moment.





Kenny and Roger sharing a joke.





Left to right: Roger, Anthony, Me, Jingjie, Kenny and Roxy a.k.a mr Race King.

3 of my most favourite people in one picture!

This post is made in regard to the little bit of war started on my tagboard.

Most possible suspects I can think of is D and Y.

Firstly, I don't think D will use his real name in my tagboard so the person using the name douglas might be a "fan" of his, trying to ruin his name.

And woah, I did not expect to have guests from MOP coming to my blog. I extend my most gracious welcome!

Sabrina, on the other hand, sounds a lot like D and Y. More like D in his/her second posting. And, I suspect Male and Sabrina to be one person as well, so I do not know how to address this lowlife. A shemale? Sounds good, complete with the fact that his dick is probably less than an inch.

Message to Sabrina/Male/D: I do not even have to flip through the dictionary to know that flicker is NOT derived from fickle. Have fun flipping through YOUR dictionary, and don't forget to wipe that smirk off your face. You speak as if you are matured in thinking since you're already 30, but your actions prove otherwise. Who was the one to say healthy bantering is good, but one should not let if affect him/her and make a personal affair out of it? Now look at you. You're still as bitter, trying to put me down whenever you can. Here, have a lemon. It'll make you sour instead.

If you are not D then I apologise to D. The message is directed at some lowlife who has too much time on his hands instead of studying. Or to the imbecile who does not have a life at all, and spends his time hiding behind his computer and behind a girl's nick.

Just because you have the emotional span of a dung-beetle doesn't mean everyone else doesn't feel the way they feel.

That said, maybe I should get back to my daily rants of how sweet my day was, but I think I'll squeeze it in with my next post in case the sweetness gets tainted with the mention of brainless nincompoops here.

So there.

It's been wonderful, and yet..

He thinks that we should spend more time together. I think so too. I fell into a restless sleep right after a discussion with two of my favorite people. I'm glad I have friends like this, who voice out concerns and care for me the way they do. I'd never want to lose these bunch of friends.

Woke up in anticipation of my first practical for my bike license today. It was fun! There were 5 guys and a butch in my class, two of which were my ex schoolmates whom I don't really talk to. I saw a few more ex schoolmates walking around. They must've came together in a group.

Being the only girl around, the instructor was paying extra attention to me, thinking I might not be able to handle it. Turned out it was the guys and that butch who needed more attention, because I got everything perfectly done while they struggled. Ha! The only part in the class where I had trouble with was changing back to gear one after riding around with gear 2.

Anyway, we got a friendly instructor who was quite nice to us. The butch had the most problems, so another instructor was specially assigned to her. He was so fierce! He rounded in on us when he was done with her. I was tempted to snarl at him because I came here to learn, not to be shouted at, but I smiled at him instead. He was a little taken aback at me smiling when he shouted at me to do something and I did it right. After awhile, he started smiling at me too when I did what I was told in the right way.

Hey, smiling does work wonders.

Anyway, Candy came to pick me up after the practical in her extremely cute little convertible beetle. She brought me for lunch near her office where everyone seemed so friendly. One of her colleague came along to talk to me about network marketing, and encouraged me to join them.

Thanks, but no thanks.

I pilloned with Kenny back to Yishun where we had dinner with his colleague. We then went off to Lower Seletar to have a chat and do some moon-basking. We sat facing the sea and chatted about everything and anything. It felt so nice just sitting next to him and being so comfortable with myself. I was wearing a normal T-shirt today, and sneakers (which I don't wear often) so I felt really comfortable as opposed to wearing something nice and having to care about my image and not sitting so haphazardly.

He sent me back and we shared a hug at my corridor. He only had one arm free because his other arm was laden with our helmets and my SSDC plastic bag. But even in his one arm-ed embrace, I felt so warm and secure. It does not help that there was this most delicious smell coming from his chest. I didn't want to let go. I hugged tighter.

But he was tired, and he needed to get home quick, so I did. He left, but not before planting a very sweet kiss on my forehead.

The sweetest things in life always come unexpected.

*contented sigh~*

Pictures from yesterday's outing!

This sexy thing was a new addition to our outing



And we had four cars as well, one of which was this lovely WRX



Aaron, a friend of one of our supper kopi khakis suggested that we take a group photo first before we go off, as he and Darryl were going off somewhere else.



There's Aaron himself in Red, Darryl beside him, and most of the supper kopi khakis from the fifth person from the right excluding Sam and Roxy.

We zoomed off to Changi Village to have nasi lemak, using up 4 tables at once,



where all our supper kopi khakis squeezed in one table while the others shared the rest.

We zoomed to OCH after dinner. Pictures!









Friend of.. er.. who?





There was mysteriously a chair in the attic



The michinery for.. er.. what?



On the search for the crazy bugger who kept throwing glass bottles out of windows during our visit





Group photo!



There were sound of glass shattering through the night because either some crazed loon was having a glass party up there or there really were ghosts. One of the bottles almost hit us!

We couldn't find the basement, and one of our group members got hurt when he stepped into a manhole, so we decided to abandon the search for the basement.

Went back to the Macdonald's at Sembawang road before heading home.

I loved it. Riding on Kenny's bike while we zipped past other bikers, feeling the wind in my face and the shrill whistle of the rush was more exhilerating than anything I've ever felt before.

Sam got into an accident when we reached Macdonald's but thankfully, he's alright. Can't say the same for his bike, though. I'm starting something of a fund to encourage people in our group to chip in some money to help Sam tide things over.

Anyway, if you've sharp eyes, you'd have noticed that there was an unexpected guest in one of our pictures.



this face appeared on the first photo, but disappeared in the second.



Creepy!

Three and a half more hours to the outing! I am sooooo psyched up for it.

Missed my SSDC lessons today. Bah humbug.

Look what I found? http://www.noreligion.ca/ I love the way he writes. Christians please stay away because it might be offensive.

http://krypt.gfxartist.com/ Here are works of a friend of mine so please support him! I can't believe I have such an artistic friend. I have a sketch of doodles of his so maybe one day when he becomes famous, I'll be rich from selling that piece of doodles! *wishing away*

http://www.lazylaces.com/default.asp?c=Games Point and click games to lighten up your day.

I realize that my recent posts have been quite dull. Please bear with it because I don't really know how to upload pictures from my new phone to computer, I don't have the cable (or something).

Supper (yet) again for the supper kopi khakis. I'm glad to have met this bunch of really nice people.

Anticipating tomorrow's outing. We're gonna do lots of rounding! Pictures will be provided tomorrow. Heh.

Another meeting for the supper kopi khakis again tonight. Looks like we're the only ones free enough to come out with just one phone call.

Classes at Orchard again today. Today was make up application class, and I found out that I do have the potential to be a professional (self) make-up artist. Kenny drove by in his huge company van and whisked me off to dinner at the glass house, Fish & Co., at Douby Ghaut where we stuffed ourselves silly with the seafood platter for two. He then suggested coffee with our forum friends a.k.a new supper kopi khakis. We both immediately started messaging everyone we knew from the forum.

First I got Anthony who reluctantly agreed to come along even though he has an exam the very next day. Then Kenny subsequently got the rest of yesterday's supper kopi khakis to agree. We went off to pick up Anthony from Marina Square after footing the bill.

Everyone arrived in their respective bikes. Oh ya, did I forget to say that everyone rides a bike? Even Anthony has a bike, but he broke his arm some time ago and has to wait for a few more weeks to ride again. Kenny, Anthony, Roger, Alan and Sam, they all ride. Kenny is my designated rider, because I feel weird having to hop here and there for pillon every single outing.

Chatted about everything and nothing until 10pm. It was considered early for us when most of the time we only return near dawn. It's so nice to have a sense of belonging, although we are such a weird looking group!

Kenny helped me enrol into SSDC (Singapore Safety Driving Center) for my 2B license when we both got home. I passed him $70 for the enrolment fees and he used his credit card to enrol for me online.

Will be going down on Wednesday to polish off all 4 theory lessons and an evaluation as well. I want my 2B bike!

Anyway, was in a seriously low mood just now because of a certain someone, who dared not tell me what he thought but instead put it in his msn nick. So I copied him, I replied using my msn nick. He got infuriated, and requested that he have nothing more to do with me.

I'm not angry anymore. In fact, it's a burden off my chest. Now I can freely date anyone I want, go wherever I like, go with whoever I like, just because I like it. I feel more carefree than ever before. Being single again after being in posession for so long is such a rejuvenating feeling!

I bore my soul to Kenny, who happened to be online then. I think I affected his mood as well, because he got moody after going through his ex-girlfriend's profile. He's still holding on to something that isn't his anymore. He shared his sorrow with me after some coaxing on my part. Feels so good to have someone to trust me enough to tell me about his feelings.

He's my designated rider, my extra hand, extra ear, extra shoulder and above all, my friend. And for that, I will be his extra hand, extra ear, extra shoulder and permenant designated pillon for a long time to come.

I can't think straight. Can't write straight. Want to cry. Want to howl and scream and shriek.

Pardon for the upcoming post because I won't be thinking straight enough to write it in (what I think would be) an interesting way.

Went with Candy, this girl I met from wholivesnearyou to a pub last night. She's very bubbly and friendly, and we chatted as if we were long time friends. I had fun chatting with her.

Maybe it's time I got more female friends.

She dropped me off at Park Lane on her way back, where I went to meet Kenny, Yan Feng and a few of their friends at KBox. It was Yan Feng's birthday. I was too shy to sing at first, but there was this friendly girl who made me sing.

I didn't really catch her name but she was really friendly. She was the first to offer me a seat and we had fun giggling at the guys with their silly antics. Kenny got kissed by a guy! Muahahaha!

After she made me sing an entire song all by myself, they all cheered and clapped. It was such a nice feeling! Then they started challenging each other, and challenging me. They loved my voice. I was wondering why, because I giggled a few times in the middle of a song, and I forgot the lyrics often. Few beers later, Kenny couldn't even drive straight.

We went for supper at a kopitiam (I'm not sure where that was) and then he sent both the guys home before sending me back. On his van, we talked about our life and our stories. I got to know more about him too.

After he sent me home, we chatted on msn while I cleaned up my room and the living room. Kooky's totally destroyed my stuff this time. He murdered two handmade cars I spent a lot of time on, a few of my stuffed toys, my bedsheet, and a picture of my bratty cousin (actually glad he did that). Had to clean up everything, mop up all the pee and stuff, all while chatting on msn. Quite fun actually.

Fell asleep only around 8am.

Check list for today:

* Clean up bird cages - Check.
* Try to get Kooky to pee on the newspaper - Check.
* Give Tracy a bath - Check.
* Try hard not to think of Y - Check.
* Repeat "Ni Hao Ma" to Cash over and over again - Check.
* Go online and rebutt that idiot who thinks he's right - Check.
* Eat as much pizza as possible - Check.
* Try hard not to cry - Unchecked.

Weird melancholic feeling. I know it is for the best.

There was a gathering yesterday, for supper at the Chong Pang Nasi Lemak place. I went late because there was a mix up and my ride didn't come to fetch me. When I got there by cab, half the group were getting ready for their trip into JB for petrol. I sat with the other half and chatted.

We shifted to another coffeeshop later on because I was craving for a sweet. We waited until they came back.

Lester's bike had a problem on their way back on the causeway, causing a one hour delay back. His bike was sent for servicing and he rode back with Kenny. We chatted a while more and then Alan sent me back.

I really found out a lot more about these guys yesterday. Especially Sam, Jingjie and Anthony. We found out how Sam always meets funny people, about Jingjie's love life, while Anthony just sorta kept quiet. Anthony's just like a brother to me, although I do like to poke his injured arm.

Anyways, I can't wait for the next outing.

My baby girl puppy Cory's gone to her new home.

I hope they take care of her well.

I hope they give her lots of treats.

I hope they give her lots of belly rubs.

I hope they give her a nice warm blankie if she's going to sleep in an air-conditioned room.

I hope they teach her lots of tricks.

I hope they love her to bits, just as I did.

Feeling quite melancholy today. Had a little tiff with Y yesterday, ignored him for awhile and he's totally ignored me for the whole day, up till now. I've gotten so fed-up that I sent him an sms saying that we're over.

I think we are.

Somehow I feel empty. Somehow I feel drained. Being in a relationship is not easy.

I wonder if I will cry when my boy puppy Kooky goes away.

This is Bibi.





She was fostered urgently with me last night and now has gone to her new fosterer's place. I think I'll have to make a record of every dog I foster from now on. Looks like fun.

Recently bought item:



Gawd I love them so much. I have like, ALL their songs including concerts in my extensive collection. I'm mad.

Well, things are going well for the dogs. Did I forget to tell you that I am fostering ONE more dog now? His name's Kooky.



Here he is with Cory.





Isn't he handsome? Only 4 months old and already so sweet! He's pulling hard on my heart strings. He's terribly clever, and almost as manja as my Tracy. His original name was Joyous, but I found it weird to scream "JOYOUS!" whenever he's done something wrong.

Tracy is the best of the lot, she stays on the bed when I tell her to, and most importantly she doesn't pee and poo everywhere, and doesn't leave behind trails of destruction wherever she goes. Cory and Kooky, on the other hand.. You just need to know that I have to get up at 8am to clean up my room, and clean it up once more at 4pm, then at roughly 9pm or 10pm.

But the satisfaction of seeing them grow closer to me everyday, urgh! Nothing else matters anymore. I just dread the day they have to go.

What's up with Georgie Porgie anyway? He has the uncanny ability to dampen my spirits even when I'm feeling real good, i.e with my dogs. I can sense turbulance coming, I'm not in a good mood. And I won't be for a long time.

Somehow he took my post on my tagboard personally, and annouces that HE doesn't worship the ground I walk on. So don't. As if I run around begging people to worship me. Come on la, that post was purely made to irk the *she*Male, do you really need to get so worked up over this? Oh, so you can be egoistical and I can't when what I was saying wasn't even egoistical but purely for fun? So you can pretend to be god while I have to keep silent?

Well, you'll have to wait. In a thousand years, maybe.

Anyway, thanks Sulin dear for trying to snatch my limelight. Ok larh, I worship you, you worship me, how's that sound?

I'm gonna go back to sleep. Not going out for the day. What a horrible waste of my time when I could've been sleeping.

Everyone thinks I'm a babe..

...or they wouldn't have sent me those messages. This in reply to the person who calls himself "Male" in my tagboard. Like, hello, can I help it if they think I'm a babe? Or are you just jealous that no one thinks that you're a 'babe'? *ahem*closet faggot*ahem* I doubt you can even anatomically correctly call yourself 'Male', your prick must be less than an inch.

Do watch your grammer when trying to put me down. Shows how ignorant a guy/faggot you are.

My dress sense. Just because I am not a fad-worshipping faggot, and I don't mindlessly follow the trend like a oh-everyone-has-that-so-I-mindlessly-copy-them sissy (such as you) would, doesn't mean I don't have my own style. And my own style, as you would be (un)delighted to know, works with me. Ever wonder why people like coming up to me asking for my number?

Does it bother you? Aaww, pwoor widdle mummy's widdle sissy boy, all hot and bothered by another person's dress sense. How sad. Sucks, doesn't it?

Anyway, poor *she*Male. You caught me in PMS mode. You should've picked a better timing, at least you wouldn't get shot at so badly. Aaww.

Anyway, ktv session today. Didn't get to sing at all, they were all snatching at the mike. This guy who was faking an incredibly dragged out American southern accent.

Phrases from that guy (in your face, *she*Male): "Jasmoine, yiou luke aabseleutely gorgeous! Yiou're soo(emphasis on the soo) Hot!"

Watch it, Male, don't step on my tail.

There was an error in my last post. Georgie Porgie pointed out that it was he who found the white swishy dress at HMV. Many thanks to Georgie Porgie who pointed out the error(he just wants to claim credit).

Anyway, I had this really irritating message today. A friend of mine from long time ago messaged me out of the blue and asked if I had any xiao mei mei to introduce to him.

Firstly, my experience being a Zen girl does not immediately put me into a situation where I know a LOT of pretty girls. Well actually I do know some pretty ladies but I am NOT going to intro them to such a shallow person like you.

Secondly, I am NOT a medium for pretty ladies. If you want a decent looking girl, you're already talking to one.

I don't have much female friends, so asking me to introduce some, or to bring some along when I go clubbing with any of you guys, is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Stupid pick-up lines from wholivesnearyou:

Joshua: "u look cute men... hi i`m jos nice to see u at my coffee shop. take care" ya, like I don't already know your name. Duh!

Another Joshua: "GOSH..!..wow.ur such a hottie..and so pretty too..haha.bf must be really lucky to haf u uh?..HELO!" Yes, my boyfriend is lucky to have me, unlike unlucky you, who doesn't even have anyone at all. And no, don't HELO me.

Jonathon: "u look pretty interestin... care to make a friend? jonathen here... haha... hope to hear from u... ciao..." I look pretty interesting? Well you look absolutely disgusting, so stop sending the same message to every single girl who "looks interesting".

This is a good one. I think it's fairly hard to find pick-up lines like this in Singapore nowadays. Especially for Chinese guys. All they do is either come straight up and ask "can I make fren with u?" or keep throwing you sneaky looks, hoping you'd go over and introduce yourself.

This, from a non-chinese : "hi there.jus strolling around till ur smile caught my attention.cant resist not saying hi,have a great day "

At least I feel inclined to give him a reply: "You should feel lucky that there are bimbotic guy around with lousy pick up lines like "hi can make fren" that makes you look good"

Yurk!

Anyways, had a chat with a friend from a forum online a few days ago. Excerpts:
(green is me, purple is him. Sick of using red and blue all the time.)

ok ok, so how do i persuade her out on a date ?
without sounding desperate / horny / evil
call her
for gawd's sake don't date her out via sms
say..
well, my friend made a reservation at so-and-so restaurant..
.. and he kinda had an argument with his girlfriend..
and he asked me not to waste that reservation
cuz its kinda hard to get reservations for that restaurant
so.. would you like to go with me?
maybe we could catch a movie afterwards
ta-da~!
sounds like a plan
she might see thru the plot
yes she definately will,
but with any luck she'd think it cute and go out with you
that was what i was counting on.
BUT what if she goes, " shouldn't you be comforting your friend blah blah blah" ?
well.. they kinda.. *pause* have arguments here and there but it'll be fine in a while
remember to use a really sheepish voice
point taken.
ok, and if it fails, i cry
naw
you try again some other time
she might be busy on that day your friend (read: you) made the reservation

Ha! Watch the master at work! Anyone else needs a plot to chase a girl?