The present exchange


There was a present exchange between me, Lazychoo, Anthony and Roger. It was suggested by Anthony, and I seconded it, so the two older uncles had absolutely no say in it except to buy presents for us.

Roger's bike was spoilt on the night of the exchange, and it was raining, so Lazychoo, Anthony and I bundled into Lazychoo's van and we drove over to Roger's void deck to do the exchange.



Yay~

All our presents were quite normal, except that cheeky Anthony's, who wrapped it up, put it into a CPU box with losts of newspaper.

We did a lot drawing, and we all got our presents.



This is what Lazychoo bought:



A Chocolate dispenser. Roger got it.

What Roger bought:



Lazychoo got it.

What I bought and made:



Anthony got it.

Anthony bought a photo album and pasted all our photos together in it with a lot of decorations. I got it! Woohoo~!

Anyway, since we were all there, and Anthony brought along coloured paper and marker pens, I ordered all of them to choose a colour paper and design their own names on to the paper.



Kind of kiddish but it was worth it!







Putting the end product in place..



And voila!



It was worth it. It was worth all the trouble.

Company Christmas Party!


I am SO lucky to have a company with lots of fun-loving bosses who thinks money should be spent like water!

They actually booked the whole Scruffy Murphy's bar at East Coast just for all of us! There were easily over a hundred of us what with all the company branches and all, and we all just squeezed into the not-quite-big bar and just had fun.



Left to right: Stephen, yours truly, Eric, Wati, Chin and Lim.

Eric dragged us in to an area inside with air-con and told us to wait for the others there. But after 10 minutes and nobody came in, I started doing what I'm most good at:



Camwhoring. Again.



And after getting suitably bored of the hats we went out to find the rest of them milling about, not wanting to go in because it was crowded. Damn you guys.


Eric. He has lots of crappy jokes.



The three girls of our workshop, yours truly, Wati and Joyce.



The one in red is my direct boss. He's competing in a beer drinking competition.



Surprisingly, he won. 100 big shiny bucks for the workshop fund!

My tyre technicians, Ah Foo, Ah Kok and yours truly.



After taking this photo, Ah Kok made a special request to take a photo with Lazychoo. Hm.. I wonder why.

Maybe because they're both called Ah Koks? (No Lazychoo, don't kill me!)



Stephen, my warehouse supervisor.



My Lazy and me, taken right before the battle of the artificial snow started.





See! Even my camera also got snow.





Boss got aimed.









They kept buying the snow spray from the vendors, who magically appeared when we started battling.



And the most coincidental thing happened.



That, is Jiahe. A guy I've known from.. like.. 5 years ago? Used to be my jogging buddy, basketball friend, and a talk cock connection. We took our class 2B TP together, and I passed while he failed *sniggers*. He was there as a vendor, selling the snow spray.

Lesson learnt this year: Never spray a guy who is actually selling the sprays. Because he can chase after you and empty two cans on your head and still go back for more.



Damn you, stupid Jiahe!

This, is my BIG boss. He owns the entire chain of car selling company + my workshop.



Young, eh?

He got aimed too, until his whole body was covered in snow and the stringy thing.



Merry Christmas~!

Random Pictoblog


I noticed this kind of random pictoblog happens everytime I collect way too many photos in my camera. Either that, or it's just too much of a bother to post them up one by one in individual posts.

Might as well consolidate them together, right?



So what happens is that I choose the pictures I want, and find about an hour for when I'm free to upload, resize and edit the pictures.



And occasionally give a little bit of comments, and group some of them together.


Lazychoo helping me set up our Christmas tree.



Notice the toys under the tree. They all came from Kinder Surprise chocolate eggs!




This is the ultimate sign of a good year's haul.


Battery not included.

The Christmas dinner with my extended family.



My papa beside my grandpapa.



Mama and papa with a funny face.

Merry Christmas!




For all you muacks muacks dear loyal readers (yes, even you, Anonymous) out there!

Love you guys!

Yearly meetup with the craziest fellas


Why, oh why.

Why am I the only one in the entire group to organize our yearly meetups.

Why am I the only girl.

Why.. am I surrounded by crazy people?

Heh.

I don't mind. I love my old 346 basketball court primary school period friends.

This year we had a BBQ at Lower Seletar Dam, as opposed to the previous two years' Sentosa outing.

Surprisingly, the turnout exceeded my expectations, and it actually WAS fun beyond words. I haven't had so much fun for years now.

Lester dropped by early (thankfully) to help me clean out the sotongs.



I am deathly afraid of touching raw sotongs (or even cooked ones, for that matter), but I can't help it if the others love their sotongs.



Poor me.



Everybody brought along a little bit of something, and I brought the food.




Hock. No, he did not bring the wire mesh. He brought the charcoal and the hickory wood chips though.


Wilson, Lester and Gabriel.


Kun Rong. People officer liao, leh.

Check out the ultimate deer-caught-in-headlight look.






Le Camwhore who cannot stop camwhoring.

Two of the funniest guys in the group, Onn and Hock.



My most favourite people.





Brace yourselves..



This is why it is neccessary to organize these meetups.


Left to right: Kun Rong, Tian Hock, Benny, Jazzy, Lazychoo, Onn, Gabriel, Lester, Wilson.

Cooking the food..



Camwhoring,





Individual photos (taken with the camwhore)

Tian Hock.



The sensible guy in the group. Or used to be. Now he's one of the crappiest. He used to be a great basketball player, quite respected by our group. Now he hardly plays basketball.

Wilson.



Mr Duck Lamp. Not sure where that came from (some say Gabriel started it), but he's one of the vital people who pass by in my life. He and Onn used to be my best friends, and whenever they saw me sad or down they'd do hilarious antics to cheer me up. He also protected me from insults and jokes, because at that impressionable age, guys are bound to make insensitive jokes against the only female in the group.

Lester.



Has hair longer than me. Very big sized guy with an equally big heart. The confirmed center for most of our games. He used to be quite sensitive about jokes people make about him, but since then he's changed a lot. He graciously accepted all the jokes that whole night. He also came over and taught my Lazychoo how to clean out the squids before the BBQ.

Benny.



This guy only needs two words to describe him: White, and Crappy. Very crappy. Keeps crapping with Gabriel, non-stop. Hilarious, too. Funny guy.

Kun Rong.



Our very own officer. Used to be shy and quiet, now he's kind of opened up and is noisy as hell. Not to mention crappy. He's a very sweet guy, and VERY talented. These are his artworks -> http://krypt.gfxartist.com/artworks

Those not taken individually with me: Onn and Gabriel. Hmph. Who asked you guys to leave so early.

Tian Hock, camwhoring with Kun Rong.



Going to the toilet.



After it threatened to rain near to 2am, we moved to our most nostalgic spot: 346 basketball court. We sat around the circle in the middle of the court, all scattered around. Then someone started on the ghost stories and suddenly the scattered circle shifted and moved until everybody's thighs were touching each other.

The wind was gushing, lightning cracked every now and then, and tress looks more eerie than ever.

It was THAT scary.

When it actually rained we all got up and went to the void deck of 346...



... and continued the ghost stories.


All scared liao.

We also talked a lot of cock and nonsense, and scared the hell out of each other, and vowed not to eat KFC anymore because their meat isn't really real chicken. The conversation spun from ghosts to movies to pharaohs to the Titanic and a lot more. We got disturbed for awhile by a drunkard near to 4am, and before we knew it, it was already dawn.

I wished the night would never end.

I love those people.