Monday, February 27, 2006

Eventful days

It's been a VERY eventful few days.. Let me start in chronological order.

On one eventful day, wangfh81 forgot to kick down his side stand and dropped his bike with 3 other bikes beside him, causing a domino effect. His seat was torn, but he's ok. A few moments later, far away in Bugis area, Lazychoo dropped his bike as well. His side stand wasn't steady before he let down the bike, and on his left side was a slope. He lost his footing and went tumbling down with the bike. Even further away in some corner of the island, Taiji had his bike cover stolen. Ah Nick got the worst. He had an accident on the expressway when a Merc suddenly jammed brakes in front of his. Fractured here, scraped there, the works. And for me, as I went for my circuit revision at SSDC, I dropped the bike on someone else's foot. This all happened in one day. Eventful, eh?

Wasted! Didn't buy 4D.

Anyways, I had my TP on the 23rd. Kudos to all who worried and prayed for me, and were there to share my joy when I PASSED, Shirley and Stan, Vik, Ray, Riduan, CCS, Roger, Jieliang, Mable, Daniel, Anthony, Dannis, Xiongz, Lawrence, Raf, Isa, and all you aprilians (and RVF and wave and cbr150) who were there at the dam later at night to congratulate me.

No thanks to the kaypoh ji who posted the news in the SSDC thread, starting yet another flaming session. But thanks to those who defended me, Vik, Alan, Wayne and Lazychoo.

Special thanks to Lazychoo who stood by me from day 1, enrolling me online, escorting me to and fro SSDC for my lessons, waiting patiently for me after my lessons, being there the whole way throughout my TP, lurking outside the corridors to hear whether I passed, passing the news on to the people that matter, and being my emotional support throughout the journey. For being my teacher in many, many ways, not only for bikes, but for life as well. For being worried sick that I finally have a licence and am legally allowed to ride along with those monsters (read: taxi drivers) on the road. For escorting me here and there, forcing a lane open for me to change lanes when neccessary. For caring so much about me, yet giving me the space to grow and learn.
I love you, Kenny.

I went on the expressway on my first day, experienced slight heavy traffic at night. Played with 99 corners on my second day, went up and down the steep slope of Kent Ridge Park. Went up to 150km/h on the third day and learnt how to squeeze traffic. Almost collided head-on with a lorry on the forth day. I believe that is an achievment to be proud of. But of course, I couldn't do it without the help of Lazychoo, Anthony and CCS. Thanks guys.

It was such a nice feeling on my second day, having everyone gather and run around SG, ending at Changi where we all sat down in the carpark and giggled like teenagers at the trannys walking around. Some people told me of their problems, and I wish I was close enough to help them but either I wasn't close enough, or it really cannot be helped. Even so, I wish there was some way I could make them feel better.

That being said, I'm joining the Italian gathering on the 5th of March! Italian bikes, meaning Cagivas, Aprilias and Ducatis. Even though it is called the Italian gathering, there're a couple of Japanese bikes going as well, and all are associated with the Aprilians in some way.

Waiting for the ARC sticker from Lawrence, then I'll be the Official Aprilia Riders' Club Mascot! Muahahaha~

All you people whom I don't know well but have the honour to be on my msn, you'd better not start asking me useless questions as if we're talking on irc. If you've had the honour of being added, that means we probably got acquainted enough for me to add you. Don't come and "a/s/l?" "schooling?" "where do you live?" etc etc me. If you do that I will either ignore or straight delete you off my list.

And I recently found out how moronic people can be when it comes to making friends. This is my warning in my WLNY profile:

Getting fed-up with people I don't know asking me to add them in msn. Look dude, I only add people I know in my msn okay? Bugger off!

And somehow, some complete airheads can still send me this kind of messages wanting to make friends:

hello jazzy, christopher here... can add me at sliderwkw@yahoo.com.sg ?

Erm.. No. Seeing me once at the movie outing does not constitute you have the priviledge of adding me on your msn list.

hi...I'm David here...just wanna make frens with u...hope u r ok with it...!! btw do u have msn...? mine is city_harc@hotmail.comhope to hear from u soon...!!!

Didn't go through my profile right? Cannot read properly right? After adding you're gonna ask me stupid questions that I've already stated in my profile right?

hello.. my name is gilbert.. yup.. hope to truly wanna make friend with u only.. yup.. hope u will not reject me.. erm.. if can please add me at msn at,. gilbert_aw@hotmail.com.. thank alot.. hope to heard from u soon.. yup.. thank alot.. just truly wanna make friend with u.. take care..

As above.

Care to be frenzs my name is tommy i am 24 this year ?

How am I supposed to know if your name is Tommy or whether you're 24 this year? Go check your own IC for goodness' sake.

hiya...we may not be living near but dont you think its a wonder we r online at the same time..?(i personally dont think so)=P
anyway ryan here...care to make a dark n handsome fren?(read:handsome in the dark)..heh
my msn email is yuanhui85@hotmail.com(yes...i noe it sounds cheena)..anyway hope to hear frm u soon?(crosses my fingers)..haha
take care n cyA!

Erm.. this same line that you're using over and over again may get you xiao meimeis but I believe you got the wrong person. Don't ever try this with me. You can continue crossing your fingers while nothing happens.

I am so evil!

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

I finally found out what's wrong with my comments section.

I'd thought that little old me probably just didn't have enough friends that cared, because of the seemingly lack of comments but hey, I DO have friends that care. I love you guys!

Actually it was all just me who forgot to turn off the enable comment moderation thingy, and not knowing where to go to publish my comments and they all got stuck there. Lawrence pointed out that he's posted a couple of comments but thought maybe I didn't want to publish them.

But of course I want to publish them, silly! I'd want the world to see what nice friends I've got. Heads up, Lawrence! Heads up, all you muack muack muacks who care!

Oh by the way, who's JH? You said you saw me at my workplace, mind coming up to say hi? I'd like to meet the people who reads my blog, because they're the only people who knows my innermost feelings. Ngiak.

I've decided to take a different approach to the relationship. Let's see if this'll work..

Been going through the threads in WLNY, arguing with some fathead about morality and he thinks that I'm arguing politics with him. Moron.

Anyway, found a thread about good quotes. My favorite one (ok, not my favorite one but I just want to post it here so people can see) is:

"the only way to love is to realise it could be lost"

My real favourite is this:

"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind " - Food for thought. Also something good to live by to avoid letting people step all over you as I once did.

You know when you're in the midst of something you can't quite get out of, but it hurts, and when you stop thinking about it, it doesn't really hurt much? Like I totally force myself not to think of anything when it's starting to hurt. Occasionally it seeps into my brain and it goes all over again, but then I find a distraction and the pain is forgotten temporarily.

Maybe you should try it too.

TP in two day's time! Too excited, I'm so nervous I could throw up. Darn. Someone please help me standby a couple of pepper bottles near the testers, and shake it vigourously when I pass by their station.

Anyways, I'm still at work now so I can't say much. Somebody get me a cheer me up please! Read: ice-cream. Or flowers. Or cuddly stuff. I'm a sucker for sweet, thoughtful stuff.

Thank you, thank you.

Here it goes again...

Friday, February 17, 2006

Just got a message from JenxGer regarding what I posted two days ago, and I realised this: I should've updated on the 16th.

Me and Lazychoo had a long long talk one night beneath my block, and we pretty much cleared up a lot of things. I took a step back, which was totally unlike me (people who know me, have I ever taken even one step back before?) and we talked level-headedly.

The communication thing is through, although I don't know if he will try to open up more with me or not, I know I will. After that talk, I believe our relationship is stronger than ever.

Thanks to peeps who cared, chup-ed ji kar, kaypoh-ed, helped or let me know that you were wondering what happened. Especially the Aprilians, Sub-zero, Dannis, Speedkills, Matrix, Xiongzz, Jieliang, Benguin and others.. To CS for hai-ing with me, Uncle Stanley and Shirley especially for standing in my shoes and empathizing, JenxGer for offering company, DJ and StingRhea for being online to cheer me up, Singwei for coming out for coffee with me.

Thank you all. Your efforts are deeply appreciated.

Anyways, I just found out something today. I love being pampered~! And I am in love.. Went to this hairdresser's at Far East Square just now, didn't expect much because usually male hairdressers aren't good. But this one was great! He treated me like a princess the moment I stepped in the door. He was gentle, yet forceful at appropriate times too. And he kept talking to me throughout, telling me how I shouldn't rebond my hair because it was already perfect as it is. And I shouldn't do coloring yet too, I should let the damaged ends grow out first.

After being pampered for an hour, directly before I left, he told me I had beautiful eyes. No, he was not trying to pick me up, I could tell that it was an honest statement.

And oh, it was quite cheap too.

Girls! It is your divine right to be pampered. Hair Forum @ Far East Square. Go go go!

However, the Pizza Hut at Far East Square isn't reccomendable. I waited 20 minutes for my Chicken Royale while they played around in the counter and went out to smoke. The counter staff forgot about my order. When they realised it, the staff manager told one of the staff to bring me a glass of Pepsi while I wait for another "5 minutes" which turned out to be another 10.

Can't believe I just spent $9.40 for that kind of.. .. .. No I will not say crap in my blog. Ah crap, I just said it. Crap.

A girl from Asian Pacific Breweries just called. Xiongzz referred her to me because she was looking for some ladies to walk around in knee-high boots and the tiger beer uniform, asking people stupid questions for $12 an hour.

I start work next week. If you're going out to cheong, tell me where and I'll see if I could shift lots with the other girls. Or ask me where I am going, and go party wherever I'm working. Accompany me, please.

Calling in a solid you-owe-me to whosoever owes me stuff like dinners, coffees, whatever: I need a solid makeup box. A large metal one with a steel handle. The insides should be preferably lined with velvet, or anything soft (my makeup expensive leh). Not large as in briefcase large lah, but at least big enough for my makeup and makeup applicators. Thank you, thank you.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Valentine's Day

Three days without eating. Three days of chain smoking. Three of the most difficult days I've ever had.

A dinner. A gathering.

How we spent Valentine's day together yet apart from each other.

A miscommunication that went by unexplained. When will we ever learn to communicate?

I guess there's no more chance.

I had already let go. But the people around me refuses to let me let go. Why? Don't you know that not letting go hurts a lot more than letting go? That the more you say, the more I want to cry?

That the more you talk to me, the more I can't let go? I wish all of you would just leave and let me lick my wounds alone. Or lend a shoulder. Just don't talk about us anymore.

Even if we both understood perfectly what went wrong, it's hard for us to learn how to communicate perfrectly in such a short time. I want to, but I can't. I want to, but there's no more hope.

There's no more.

It hurts to hope.

Why is it that it is only after we're apart that you start letting me know that you care?

Monday, February 13, 2006

What I thought was a dream

Was as real as it seemed..

I made a mistake.

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We were happy then. But the differences and our communication gap kept getting wider and wider..

We no longer talk.

I made a mistake.

And now the only thing I can do is to learn from it.

The price I paid. The price we paid. The memories he can never take away from me.

I'm drifting...

The most difficult words to say

"Maybe we .."

He's gone.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

"Just when things got stronger, it snapped"

*post edited*

That's it. It's over.

I don't want to talk about it. Talking about only ruins my mood. Its like throwing a stone at my just-turned-glass body. Nope, I don't wanna talk about it.

Listening to Frank Sinatra makes me feel so happy~!

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I DON"T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!

Quickie Of The Day

Man driving down road...
Woman driving up same road...
They pass each other.
The woman yells out the window, PIG!
Man yells out window, BITCH!
Man rounds next curve. Crashes into a HUGE PIG in middle of road,
and dies.
Thought For The Day : If only men would listen...

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Fireworks outing

Photos of fireworks during the CNY to show what a great photographer I am with a digicam,

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We actually went into the park itself on our bikes and parked underneath the sheares bridge (or something).

The group that was there,

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Inside the park,

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Steamboat-cum-bbq after that

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My boy, Lazychoo, on my boy, Dante at mount Faber.

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Lazychoo looks happier on his dream bike than on mine.

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Some crazy monkeys we got.

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We parked along the slope near the entrance going up to the merlion. There were parking cones there because some big assed people were nearby having an important conference. Being the very good citizens we are, we utilized the cones.

Introducing the headless cone-man (his head actually fell off and landed near his knee)

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The fireman preacher

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The tribal elder shaman

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The superstar with a LOUD voice screaming HAPPY NEW YEAR to every single passerby.

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Caught this superstar giving out signatures half an hour later, when we moved to Kent Ridge park, so we took away his papers. He continued signing.

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This was the end result of two markers and a group of bored bikers who rode all the way up to the pavilion.

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At the end of the day, all of us were tired when we moved to west coast mac. It's proven by this artistic picture of xiongzzz,

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taken by Jieliang.
Something's wrong with my archive's URL. Darn. I need to change a blogskin ASAP! Somebody help!

These are pictures from new year that I've been too lazy/no time to post.

At my paternal side, all my grandparents' seven offsprings' (except one) families were present. Imagine the cramp, man. But it was all good, we all enjoy the family closeness every year.

As usual, the little monster with feelers (from last year) was still running around, kicking and screaming, but this year's atrocity was that he picked up vulgarities. Gawd. A 6-year-old kid. His parents do nothing about his rude behavior. I wish I could just forever dump them aside and never visit them again, but sadly they live with my grandparents, and I can't bear not seeing my grandparents.

Anyway..

Lao-ing the yu sheng

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Grand total of the amount of abalone I got (others were snatched away before I could even say HUAT AR!)

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My aunt makes good yu sheng.

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Are you drooling yet?

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This is the historical first year of Leeling jiejie giving out ang pows (she got married last year) so we all took a photo of her with her ang pows in hand.

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The after-meal entertainment before the gambling starts,

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And all the younger generation Tans gathered in our grandparent's room.

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Spot yours truly!

The very next day we went for a second reunion dinner at my maternal side's grandma's house.

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Grandma makes AWESOME archar with abalone. Totally awesome. Are you drooling yet?

Here's a picture of me shamelessly camwhoring trying to be a princess with my little cousin's hairband. Sweet?

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The lookalikes!

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Nah, he's not the dad. He's the grand-uncle of my baby cousin. My granduncle too.

Not much pictures taken because we're all so consumed by food, food, and more food.

Fast forward to gambling day at Lazychoo's place. Here's our superhost Casper in his superhost suit,
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And a sweet group photo.

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Aaww.

Anyway, I'm kind of like testing my photography skills, and I found this by chance looking out my kitchen window.

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Can you see it?

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Tell me, how many people can actually look out their windows, see a bird preening itself, run to the living room, run back and still have the chance to take a photo of it? I consider myself lucky.
I'm seriously contemplating changing my blogskin since I post a lot of photos online. What do you think? Or alternatively, you could help me source out skins that you find nice and leave the link in my comments. http://www.blogskins.com

Remember, because it is going to be a photo blog, I need something simple, preferably white. Thanks in advance!

Back to current post, photos are up of what I got for my birthdy this year!

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Booties for my dog Tracy from my sister. Love 'em to bits!

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This lovely necklace from Chip Lee, selected by wangfh81 and chipped in by atom87, alan_see and Jacqueline. It's been around my neck ever since.

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Birthday butt bear from Mike, and horoscope Doraemon plushie from David, both toy shop owners from my workplace.

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Okay, this is last year's, but its so nice that I simply had to post it this year (and because I didn't post it last year). From Leeling jiejie, an awesome watch from Guess?

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From StingRhea who helps out at Pitstop. Isn't he sweet? And

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Also from StingRhea (he paid for my model along with his other models, so it's considered a present).
Ok, as promised, here are the bike outing pictures.

Here's from some outing at a certain Mac at Orchard,

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Luciferwayne: "Oei! Don't take my photo leh!"

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Luciferwayne shy lah, so must give him a close up (guy in green stripes).

Because of this close-up, Wayne tried to scare me by chasing a CBR1000 up and down the expressways going at 180km/h. Which, to his disappointment, I enjoyed immensly. Now there's like a magnet between me and his RVF. You can't run away, Wayne! MUAHAHAHAHA

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Yet another evidence of Sub_zero being seduced by Jieliang.

A mini-project later on at Lower Seletar:

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Ta-da~ We got out Aprilia Spot!

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A group photo of all the fun guys,

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Quikslvr, Speedkills, Benguin, Luciferwayne, Taiji, Sub_zero and Lazychoo (forum nicks used to protect identities of crazy bikers)

Ode to the Nice Guys

From some guy's article in SBF:

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl's every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they're at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don't end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you're sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.



.... This is for you, Roger.

We haven't been hanging out as much. I missed hanging out with you, and I want you to know, although I've said this counless of times, that I appreciate you. I know you're reading. I know you have your own worries and heartaches too, and I want you to know that I really do care enough to hear about them.

Thank you, Roger.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Finally, some time to myself in front of my own computer at home.

And here comes the blogger's block again. Ah.

Anyway, a big thank you to peeps who let me know in person that they read my blog and that they like it. THANKS! Vik, Ray and Lawrence, thanks! I really do appreciate it.

*psst, there's a comments link at the bottom of every post, it's called Pencils*

Brought a couple of speakers to my office yesterday, spent the day downloading songs off *ahem* .. hmm.. well anyway, I set my WMP to shuffle/repeat mode yesterday, and this song call My Hump by the Black Eyed Peas kept repeating over and over and over again.

Sure I like the song, but imagine this..

"Mah hump mah hump mah hump, mah lovely lady lumps, mah hump mah hump mah KAO PEH LAH!!!"

That came from the toy shop uncle clear across the escalator. He came laughing a moment later and asked me to replay the song so that he could learn it and irritate the hell out of his son when he gets home.

And psst.. every single time I hear this song I feel like *bleep*ing the *bleep* out of Lazychoo =p

We had a lion dance troop in our office yesterday too. My colleague left two oranges and a couple of vegetables (veggies? Since when do lions eat veggies?) in a red plate on the floor. The lion came, destroyed what we left, played with the oranges and left.

Awesome, isn't it? Aye I mean it, I like lion dances. It's become something of a fetish, as with men in formal wear and in number 4 *swoons*.

On a totally unrelated topic, I bought something so totally useless that I am selling off here now.

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Why am I selling this $18.95 Maybelline powder foundation at a suicidal 5 DOLLARS?! Well, because I bought the #%$& same thing after finding out that it didn't really suit my skin tone. I had originally bought this thing because my Fazio foundation cracked, only to find that it doesn't compliment my skin tone. Had wanted to throw it away by then.

Enter the day before yesterday. I didn't bring any make-up to work. Speedkills messaged and asked if me and Lazychoo wanted to go out. So being the uber vain me, I rushed out after work to get powder foundation. I picked one up without really seeing the brand or model, paid for it and ran off. Guess what it turned out to be?

THE FARKING SAME THING!

$5? Any takers? I'm serious, someone's gotta buy this or I'm throwing it away. Buy it for yourself. Or for your girlfriend. V-Day's coming right? Show her you care about her face too. Go on. No, I'm not kidding. Aye I'm serious!

$5, anyone?

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Blogging during work again.

Bad hair day = bad mood day.

Have been missing so many days of blogging, had tons of things to say but every single time I sit down in front of the computer the blogger's block comes back again.

Aaww hell.

Things have been quite happening this couple of weeks. Been messing around with the Aprilians a LOT, while the WLNY group looks as though they've split. I think the group has already split, long ago.

We got to know each other too well. Started expecting this and that, thought each other wouldn't mind this and that, and by and by, people started minding and took offence here and there. That's the end of a group I used to love to well before the first batch went.

Shall I tell you a story of a girl I once used to know?

Do you want to follow the story? It'll only come in installments because their story is much too long to be consolidated into a single blog.

Would you want to follow?

Coming up in next post (when I finally get a chance to touch my home computer), pictures of my birthday presents, pictures of an Aprilian outing, more pictures of pro-Aprilians outing, and hopefully a better change of mood.

You know, as long as he pays me attention and cares enough for me it doesn't matter how bad my day is. But when he goes back into his obligatory mood, a thousand obligatory "I love you toos" cannot measure to a single sincere "I love you".

Bad mood day.