Back at work and lovin' it!


Back during the days of my MC I was kind of dreading the day I went back to work. I thought of the huge pile of paperwork waiting for me, and the many irate customers who were chasing after me for their car accessories (since I am the one in charge of them).

Going to work would be a roller-coaster ride too, seeing as Lazychoo has to pillon me there. So on top of the aftershock of the accident, it's even scarier when we're both late, and Lazychoo has to squeeze through cars at a fast speed.

Now that I'm back to work, I still have a mountain of paperwork to do, irate customers and annoying sales agents chasing after me, new systems to implement, new projects to rush and deadlines to meet. But instead of dreading it, I'm in the thick of things, loving the action.

Sure, I may be stressed as hell, screaming at annoying sales agents, but at the end of a long day I feel a sense of satisfaction.


The world's worst private investigator who couldn't take a picture without me noticing and taking a picture of him back. Who also happens to be my supervisor.

However, because of the recent projects (and supervisors pretending to be private investigators) causing me so much stress, I've been a bit of a short fused firecracker recently. Annoy me even the teeniest bit and I'll flare up.

Like the other day when we were on our way to the nearby coffeeshop for our dinner. Lazychoo has this habit of asking the same question at least 3 times (within 5 minutes) even though I've already explained twice (within 5 minutes). He asked me the same question 3 times in a row and I snapped at him.

All it took was a hurt expression and "Why you so fierce?" to make me feel awfully bad.

Shit.

What's happening to me? I've become a bad-tempered monster. Argh.

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You.

He's not a poor thing.

1) He's the only one who is still married, and

2) Many, many people have said the same thing about me.

So don't use that example to cite me, mister.

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Ok, since the picture hiatus, I've -

- Been to see my bike.

I am awed by the majesty of my bike right now. I seriously wonder how in the world did I manage to make this possible:


My front left fairing. Notice the left signal light literally hanging by a thread.


My left gearshift lever, twisted in.


My beloved Dante's face, disfigured because I was careless.


Bit of scratches on my left side fairing.


Big-assed crack (no pun intended) down my right side fairing.


By standards this crack on the right of my tailpiece would already have me mortified. But along came...


...this. The whole piece came out. Nice. My birthday present from Lazychoo's missing too.

So overall damages were mostly on my fairings. My mechanic told me there was nothing with my engine or anything inside.

However, the most shiok part is this.



I had to rotate the picture for it to be at the right angle. You know some ah-bengs would kill for this pointing-at-the-sky exhaust endcan.

So on top of changing the entire set of fairings, I need to change the entire exhaust system too. This is going to set me back for like... maybe.. Paris? Yea, I definately won't be able to make it in time to Paris for my 21st birthday.

Dammit.


- Met up with a couple of people who have actually bypassed me in the world of dirty minds and bo liao actions


I admit, I have an extremely dirty mind. I frequently check out asses and comment on them, be it male or female. I can turn the most innocent of things into a hilarious uproar. But I think I don't need to say that, most of you already know that.

I met up with Mr Beanstalk and Mr Famous last Friday for a dinner and a short stroll.

Dinner was great, except for the part where I almost choked on my meat when Mr Famous and Mr Beanstalk displayed their annoying knack of having a dirtier mind than I have. Lucky for me, I was still more bo liao than them.

Our work of art for the night,



Created by Mr Famous and Ms Flower. Artfully touched up with chilli by Mr Beanstalk.



Taking a brave stab at being artistic but succeeded in making it look grosser than it already was.

The short stroll proposed by Mr Famous turned out to be a full blown walk from Yishun Central to the Yishun Dam. With my injured leg, nonetheless!

It was very tiring, but fun because I haven't met these two monkeys for quite awhile. Their lively jokes and hilarious antics brightened up my otherwise gloomy day.

We sat at the dam for awhile comparing scars (I know, it's a weird hobby). Because they wondered loudly what kind of weirdo brought along a digicam wherever she went, I forced them to take a picture with me.



The Tan Club: Mr Famous, Ms Flower and Mr Beanstalk.



- Found a car worth mentioning in my blog




A car with a big pink arrow-thru-heart design on the doors, and the words Just Married in pink lining the window and bodykit.

People behind me:
"Look at that car. Look so sissy."
"I wonder if the Just Married will apply when they've had this car for a few years."
"That guy not paiseh meh?"
"Maybe he bring his mistress out in this car leh?"

Nasty words from nasty people.

I thought it was lovely. What a romantic guy and lucky wife, whose husband doesn't mind dolling his car up in pink, people questioning his sexuality, enduring mockery from his friends and nasty words from nasty people just to make his wife happy.

That's right. You don't have to give a damn about how others see you, because they're not the ones that matter to you. She likes it, and that's all that matters.

Such a sweet guy.


- Grandmama's birthday dinner


Grandmama had a small birthday dinner at my mom's coffeeshop the other day.

While on the way out for the dinner, my sister Cudas tried out her brand spanking new camera that she was to use for underwater photos when she goes diving.

Here's one of her sample photos:


Coke is good for you!

She was still playing with her camera when we reached, so I took a picture of her playing with her camera. Notice the cheeky one at the bottom-right of the picture?



The after effect, Cudas with her expensive new camera.



The youngest member of the Lim family, courtesy of Cudas' newfound photography skills.



Her older sister playing with the blow up bubble thingy that we've all played with at some point of our lives.



To the right...



To the left...



Downright center...



..Ok, that wasn't so bad, compared to my aunt JenX, who kena our merciless picture taking through eating butter crabs.

Happy to comply..



Tired of it...



"Stop taking my picture la!" She looks like some superstar with all the flashing going on around her.



And the standard "If you post this I will kill you" photo.


So kill me.

So while Cudas was asking our Dad for photography tips,



They started with the group photos.



Somehow Cudas and I were left out. Probably because we were busy with other things.



There we are!

Grandmama firmly believes that she's ten.



So ends the birthday dinner for grandmama.


The Southpark Jazz.

So while we're still on the topic of Cudas, here's her blog -> http://barracudas.wordpress.com/
She's a deep thinker, a lot deeper than I am anyway, and she has this way with words that even I cannot have.

So, thus the question: Are you ready for her?