Sunday morning rain is falling..
Lazy comes back tonight! YEAHHH!!
Today was awesome. Went shopping with the black devil at Orchard.
Did something I might regret because he might not appreciate it. Ah well.
I am $400 overdrawn (I wanted to save $500 this month for my bike repairs), but shopping with the black devil, I couldn't stop myself.
But I feel so GOOOOODDDDD! Retail therapy with an enthusiastic friend is AWESOME!
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Friday Night
I am stuck inside on a Friday night. Because I pushed away a couple of appointments, for the beloved WLNY people, and MOST OF THEM DIDN'T COME.
Sod you all.
So now, I am stuck at home, trying to get people to come out waste some time with me.
Nic's studying, Dee W's at a chalet.... Hmm, I wonder if a certain Mr R wants to take up last night's ice cream offer.
I need some wine~
I am stuck inside on a Friday night. Because I pushed away a couple of appointments, for the beloved WLNY people, and MOST OF THEM DIDN'T COME.
Sod you all.
So now, I am stuck at home, trying to get people to come out waste some time with me.
Nic's studying, Dee W's at a chalet.... Hmm, I wonder if a certain Mr R wants to take up last night's ice cream offer.
I need some wine~
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Thursday Evening
Stuck at home again.
The very evil Mr. R struck up a conversation with me in the middle of the night yesterday. Yes Mr. R, I will heed your words!
The very evil Mr. R was also the first to msn me when I got home after work today. He asked me in a mock-surprised tone why I got home straight after work even though Lazy wasn't here.
He might not have meant anything, but it kind of struck a chord inside me. Yea, why am I coming straight home after work even though I have nothing to wait for? Even if I had, why am I waiting in the first place? Shouldn't I put my own needs and wants before his? Since he obviously does pretty much that.
Sensitive, sensitive, sensitive. That's what I am too much. Dee W says I have to learn to give and take on the emotions part.
Shit. I think too much. Maybe that's why I have so many strands of white hair.
It's been 8 days of celibacy (read: no sex) and I am going crazy! Argh! Need.... ... ..
*EDITED* By the way Mr R, you should feel very, very honoured. Lazy went through a LOT of shit from me to get me to make even the teeniest change in my blog. You didn't even kena anything. Shiok, hor?
Stuck at home again.
The very evil Mr. R struck up a conversation with me in the middle of the night yesterday. Yes Mr. R, I will heed your words!
The very evil Mr. R was also the first to msn me when I got home after work today. He asked me in a mock-surprised tone why I got home straight after work even though Lazy wasn't here.
He might not have meant anything, but it kind of struck a chord inside me. Yea, why am I coming straight home after work even though I have nothing to wait for? Even if I had, why am I waiting in the first place? Shouldn't I put my own needs and wants before his? Since he obviously does pretty much that.
Sensitive, sensitive, sensitive. That's what I am too much. Dee W says I have to learn to give and take on the emotions part.
Shit. I think too much. Maybe that's why I have so many strands of white hair.
It's been 8 days of celibacy (read: no sex) and I am going crazy! Argh! Need.... ... ..
*EDITED* By the way Mr R, you should feel very, very honoured. Lazy went through a LOT of shit from me to get me to make even the teeniest change in my blog. You didn't even kena anything. Shiok, hor?
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
The Twilight Zone
Oh my.
People. If you like supernatural phenomena, come work in my office building.
All throughout the time that I've been working here, there've been small incidents that can be brushed off as electric faults, wind blowing, or just plain weird smells wafting around.
Like the time both the male and female toilets started flickering as soon as I stepped into the toilet. Normal, right? Wait, there's more.
The mini fan in the toilet turned on by itself while I searched for the on/off switch. Later on I was to find out that the fan turned on by itself, while the switch was off.
Then there is this Bangladeshi smell in the female toilet on the ground floor. Sometimes it's strong, sometimes it's weak. But there are no Bangladeshi workers anywhere nearby.
I've heard a high-pitched crying on the second floor aisle along the boss's office. Figured it was just one of the accounts girl being bullied again, but nobody was there.
There is this room in which we keep the engine oils and oil filters and some smaller parts. The stairway is totally blocked with junk/stuff/whatever to prevent anyone else from coming into the room. There is totally no ventilation in the room at all, which means the air in the room is pretty much stilled. There was this once when I went in to collect something, and left the door wide open while looking for parts. Suddenly, I felt breathless and I whirled around. The door was slowly closing by itself.
So I dropped whatever I was carrying and ran out. I babbled about what happened to my colleagues, and found out that some of them have seen a child hanging around inside the room sometimes.
The forth floor was a constant pain in the neck, because there were two seperate occasions whereby some thing kicked the door in displeasure, almost breaking the door. The first time it happened to our previous accounts girl in broad daylight. We thought someone was playing a prank on her, trying to scare her. But when it happened at 4am in the middle of the night to the entire leather department crew who were burning the midnight oil to hit their quota, we started taking things seriously.
Eek.
Those were the smaller things that probably had good logical explanations as to why they happened.
However, yesterday my store manager met with something so scary that he fell ill and had to take MC for today.
There are 4 stories in my office building, the first and the forth stories being the most normal despite the things I've just described and a couple of my colleagues having seen the aforementioned child and some seeing another non-existant Indian guard in broad daylight (one of our previous colleagues actually rubbed shoulders with the Indian guard, then finding out that we DON'T have an Indian guard).
The third story supposedly holds the most sightings, but they're relatively peaceful and don't really bother the living much.
The second floor, however, is the most malignant. There is a locked magnetic door leading into the second story store for tyres, and that door leads into another locked door leading into another part of the second story store. Both locked doors have only just been installed recently.
My store manager, let's just call him KC, unlocked the first door and proceeded towards the second door on his right. When he had unlocked and opened the second door, the first door SLAMMED shut. And the best part of it is, after the slam, he could hear the distinct "click" of the door locking.
He let go of the second door and ran back to the first, kicking and pulling at the lock. During the course of doing that he let loose a whole string of expletives, so our guess is that he offended that something even more because the second door slammed and locked itself, thus locking him in. With both doors locked the only thing he could do was to keep screaming and kicking and pulling at the first door until it burst open and he ran out, his face a pale as a sheet.
He had high fever today and took an MC.
Our boss got wind of this and went to investigate that very door with the store supervisor, EL. Keep in mind that this happened earlier on today. They investigated, with no results, until EL locked the first door before they were about to go off. As they waited for the elevator, they heard a "pop", and looked back. The first door that EL had just locked, was hanging ajar.
The boss was here just now with a couple of the mechanics and the store supervisor and workshop supervisor, discussing the matter. Previously when I told him that I heard mutterings on the second floor he dismissed it, saying that it might be some store guys eating snake in a corner, hidden from view. Today he talked about the thing freely, and the conclusion was that the "things" up there did not like the doors locked. He also related a couple of strange things that happened when they first moved in here, such as getting lost in the stairway and certain items disappearing.
Eek.
As of now, the boss and one of our tyre guys are upstairs in the second floor, both armed with very strong flashlight, investigating the door. Let's hope we don't hear screaming anytime soon.
Oh my.
People. If you like supernatural phenomena, come work in my office building.
All throughout the time that I've been working here, there've been small incidents that can be brushed off as electric faults, wind blowing, or just plain weird smells wafting around.
Like the time both the male and female toilets started flickering as soon as I stepped into the toilet. Normal, right? Wait, there's more.
The mini fan in the toilet turned on by itself while I searched for the on/off switch. Later on I was to find out that the fan turned on by itself, while the switch was off.
Then there is this Bangladeshi smell in the female toilet on the ground floor. Sometimes it's strong, sometimes it's weak. But there are no Bangladeshi workers anywhere nearby.
I've heard a high-pitched crying on the second floor aisle along the boss's office. Figured it was just one of the accounts girl being bullied again, but nobody was there.
There is this room in which we keep the engine oils and oil filters and some smaller parts. The stairway is totally blocked with junk/stuff/whatever to prevent anyone else from coming into the room. There is totally no ventilation in the room at all, which means the air in the room is pretty much stilled. There was this once when I went in to collect something, and left the door wide open while looking for parts. Suddenly, I felt breathless and I whirled around. The door was slowly closing by itself.
So I dropped whatever I was carrying and ran out. I babbled about what happened to my colleagues, and found out that some of them have seen a child hanging around inside the room sometimes.
The forth floor was a constant pain in the neck, because there were two seperate occasions whereby some thing kicked the door in displeasure, almost breaking the door. The first time it happened to our previous accounts girl in broad daylight. We thought someone was playing a prank on her, trying to scare her. But when it happened at 4am in the middle of the night to the entire leather department crew who were burning the midnight oil to hit their quota, we started taking things seriously.
Eek.
Those were the smaller things that probably had good logical explanations as to why they happened.
However, yesterday my store manager met with something so scary that he fell ill and had to take MC for today.
There are 4 stories in my office building, the first and the forth stories being the most normal despite the things I've just described and a couple of my colleagues having seen the aforementioned child and some seeing another non-existant Indian guard in broad daylight (one of our previous colleagues actually rubbed shoulders with the Indian guard, then finding out that we DON'T have an Indian guard).
The third story supposedly holds the most sightings, but they're relatively peaceful and don't really bother the living much.
The second floor, however, is the most malignant. There is a locked magnetic door leading into the second story store for tyres, and that door leads into another locked door leading into another part of the second story store. Both locked doors have only just been installed recently.
My store manager, let's just call him KC, unlocked the first door and proceeded towards the second door on his right. When he had unlocked and opened the second door, the first door SLAMMED shut. And the best part of it is, after the slam, he could hear the distinct "click" of the door locking.
He let go of the second door and ran back to the first, kicking and pulling at the lock. During the course of doing that he let loose a whole string of expletives, so our guess is that he offended that something even more because the second door slammed and locked itself, thus locking him in. With both doors locked the only thing he could do was to keep screaming and kicking and pulling at the first door until it burst open and he ran out, his face a pale as a sheet.
He had high fever today and took an MC.
Our boss got wind of this and went to investigate that very door with the store supervisor, EL. Keep in mind that this happened earlier on today. They investigated, with no results, until EL locked the first door before they were about to go off. As they waited for the elevator, they heard a "pop", and looked back. The first door that EL had just locked, was hanging ajar.
The boss was here just now with a couple of the mechanics and the store supervisor and workshop supervisor, discussing the matter. Previously when I told him that I heard mutterings on the second floor he dismissed it, saying that it might be some store guys eating snake in a corner, hidden from view. Today he talked about the thing freely, and the conclusion was that the "things" up there did not like the doors locked. He also related a couple of strange things that happened when they first moved in here, such as getting lost in the stairway and certain items disappearing.
Eek.
As of now, the boss and one of our tyre guys are upstairs in the second floor, both armed with very strong flashlight, investigating the door. Let's hope we don't hear screaming anytime soon.
Tuesday gloom
It's only Tuesday. 3 more days to the lonely weekend. Although it's not my weekend shift this week, this week is still unbearably long.
Spent last Saturday working, and then going out for Rochor beancurd and movies with the charismatic gentleman Dee W.
It's only 12pm now, and I'm checking my phone for the millionth time for any signs of any messages, from anyone. I'm rechecking, again and again, my e-mail, friendster, both WLNY accounts, for any messages or any form of contact at all. It's driving me crazy, this feeling inside. If kept under strict control, it won't explode into a bottomless well of confusion and complication.
Life's getting slightly the way I want it to be now, but somehow I'm not liking this feeling at all. I feel as if i'm wielding a knife that's dripping with the blood of the people I love and the people I don't. As if I'm wrenching their hearts one with my bare hands, to feel it pumping away on the palm of my hand while I squeezed it into oblivion.
What have I come to be? I've become such a horrible person. Then again, I was given no choice. Which person in their right mind would want to lead a life such as mine without striking out?
I'd like to be like you too. But I can't. I can't let go. I don't have a choice. I don't want to live the way you're living now. I don't want to put everything I have right now on the line in pursue of something else. I am not you.
Time to rethink? To reconsider? To assess my position in life, what to give up and what not to? Now's the worst time to do that. Because the thing I want to give up most right now is the thing I need the most.
Let's just wait it out and see where this goes.
It's only Tuesday. 3 more days to the lonely weekend. Although it's not my weekend shift this week, this week is still unbearably long.
Spent last Saturday working, and then going out for Rochor beancurd and movies with the charismatic gentleman Dee W.
It's only 12pm now, and I'm checking my phone for the millionth time for any signs of any messages, from anyone. I'm rechecking, again and again, my e-mail, friendster, both WLNY accounts, for any messages or any form of contact at all. It's driving me crazy, this feeling inside. If kept under strict control, it won't explode into a bottomless well of confusion and complication.
Life's getting slightly the way I want it to be now, but somehow I'm not liking this feeling at all. I feel as if i'm wielding a knife that's dripping with the blood of the people I love and the people I don't. As if I'm wrenching their hearts one with my bare hands, to feel it pumping away on the palm of my hand while I squeezed it into oblivion.
What have I come to be? I've become such a horrible person. Then again, I was given no choice. Which person in their right mind would want to lead a life such as mine without striking out?
I'd like to be like you too. But I can't. I can't let go. I don't have a choice. I don't want to live the way you're living now. I don't want to put everything I have right now on the line in pursue of something else. I am not you.
Time to rethink? To reconsider? To assess my position in life, what to give up and what not to? Now's the worst time to do that. Because the thing I want to give up most right now is the thing I need the most.
Let's just wait it out and see where this goes.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Back on the road again
But this time not as a yellow road menace. No, I forged Lazy's signature (with Lazy's permission) and added my name as a sub-rider into his insurance.
No, not the 929, the wave. His little bicycle with engines.
It's my very first day on the road ever since the accident.
I passed by the road opposite of my accident site just now on the way to work, and my arms and fingers suddenly became very stiff. The memory is still fresh at the back of my head and the rest of my body parts know it.
Tonight, I ride alone back home. During rush hour after work, along the dangerous Lentor, right through my accident site, on Lazy's filmsy little wave.
Oh god, somebody help me.
I need to curb this, to overcome the fear that rises in the back of my throat before proceeding into a full blown hackles-raised shuddering that sweeps through the entire body.
If I am not to regain confidance with this small machine, what right do I have to ride on Dante, my hunk of purring metal who gives me the power and control like no other bike can?
But this time not as a yellow road menace. No, I forged Lazy's signature (with Lazy's permission) and added my name as a sub-rider into his insurance.
No, not the 929, the wave. His little bicycle with engines.
It's my very first day on the road ever since the accident.
I passed by the road opposite of my accident site just now on the way to work, and my arms and fingers suddenly became very stiff. The memory is still fresh at the back of my head and the rest of my body parts know it.
Tonight, I ride alone back home. During rush hour after work, along the dangerous Lentor, right through my accident site, on Lazy's filmsy little wave.
Oh god, somebody help me.
I need to curb this, to overcome the fear that rises in the back of my throat before proceeding into a full blown hackles-raised shuddering that sweeps through the entire body.
If I am not to regain confidance with this small machine, what right do I have to ride on Dante, my hunk of purring metal who gives me the power and control like no other bike can?
I am so not good at rejecting people
I don't want things to get out of hand, but I don't want to lose any friends either.
"r u really ok with riding the bike???"
"very scary
but ride slowly i think should be no problem
some more this bike a lot smaller than my own one"
"hmm... if too scared don ride la..."
"but have to ride it home ma
plus have to learn to overcome the fear
if not when my own bike comes back i not confident enough to handle
then die liao"
"then sell it away lor... i drive u everyday..."
"i work at 9am leh uncle
by 9am u supposed to still be in bed one leh"
"for u i can wake up earlier 1..."
Oh you. Cheeky, naughty you.
"not good la
got some people here tongues wagging about us liao
... really not good
you wanna meet up for coffee or dinner or sweets or ice cream after work still can la"
"hmm... ok lor... don wish to let them talk too much also... not too good for u.."
So glad you understand. ^-^
I don't want things to get out of hand, but I don't want to lose any friends either.
"r u really ok with riding the bike???"
"very scary
but ride slowly i think should be no problem
some more this bike a lot smaller than my own one"
"hmm... if too scared don ride la..."
"but have to ride it home ma
plus have to learn to overcome the fear
if not when my own bike comes back i not confident enough to handle
then die liao"
"then sell it away lor... i drive u everyday..."
"i work at 9am leh uncle
by 9am u supposed to still be in bed one leh"
"for u i can wake up earlier 1..."
Oh you. Cheeky, naughty you.
"not good la
got some people here tongues wagging about us liao
... really not good
you wanna meet up for coffee or dinner or sweets or ice cream after work still can la"
"hmm... ok lor... don wish to let them talk too much also... not too good for u.."
So glad you understand. ^-^
Friday, April 20, 2007
Deep. Really Deep.
The following is lifted from a dude with a tortured soul. been following his blog for quite awhile now. How I got his blog address? From here. He's one of the writers of this entertaining (if not slightly brainless, not meant in a bad way) blog.
Dude, I respect you and I seriously hope you're not pissed at me for lifting things off your blog.
"Grey areas are like bomb shelters during a war. You sit a a dirty little corner, your hands wrapped around your shivering knees. Your hands - you know they're not going to protect you if a bomb does come your way. The bomb shelter is. The crust of the earth you're buried under is. Your hands, they just make you feel better, make you feel more protected.
And you believe that's all you've got - your hands and a loosely sheltered insecurity. You overlook the sturdiness of the shelter, the bruised soldier clutching tightly onto a gun, his eyes tightly transfixed onto the door.
But at the end of the day, you know that you're safe here. You know that by hiding here, you won't find yourself standing in the line of a crossfire. You know you wouldn't have to duck, or dodge. You know no one's going to be throwing a grenade at you. You know.
You know only because you believe. You believe only because you're sick and tired of being cynical. Because being cynical is the only defence you have between you and the disturbing reality of reality. Only by scoffing at physically impaired children, then you'd ease the pain of having to sympathize. Maybe not ease, but remove. You remove the pain, like it doesn't belong to you.
Being cynical allows a thorough assessment of every crappy situation you find yourself in, the do's and don'ts, the wrong and the right. You measure every criteria, index every index. You're afraid you'd find yourself in a position where you'd have to regret, so you avoid it like a disease. But the truth is, no one granted us superhuman foresight. We can't be in the know of everything before, now, and years later. We aren't capable of predicting, and sometimes even our instincts fail us.
So we have to rely on ourselves, on our better judgement. We enforce that better judgement, and if we're still flawed - at least we'd be able to tell ourselves that we've exhausted every possibilities and it was our best."
Seriously. Deep stuff.
Took me three skims to fully comprehend what he's putting across.
And the author? An 18-year-old Singaporean boy. I feel so ashamed of myself.
The following is lifted from a dude with a tortured soul. been following his blog for quite awhile now. How I got his blog address? From here. He's one of the writers of this entertaining (if not slightly brainless, not meant in a bad way) blog.
Dude, I respect you and I seriously hope you're not pissed at me for lifting things off your blog.
"Grey areas are like bomb shelters during a war. You sit a a dirty little corner, your hands wrapped around your shivering knees. Your hands - you know they're not going to protect you if a bomb does come your way. The bomb shelter is. The crust of the earth you're buried under is. Your hands, they just make you feel better, make you feel more protected.
And you believe that's all you've got - your hands and a loosely sheltered insecurity. You overlook the sturdiness of the shelter, the bruised soldier clutching tightly onto a gun, his eyes tightly transfixed onto the door.
But at the end of the day, you know that you're safe here. You know that by hiding here, you won't find yourself standing in the line of a crossfire. You know you wouldn't have to duck, or dodge. You know no one's going to be throwing a grenade at you. You know.
You know only because you believe. You believe only because you're sick and tired of being cynical. Because being cynical is the only defence you have between you and the disturbing reality of reality. Only by scoffing at physically impaired children, then you'd ease the pain of having to sympathize. Maybe not ease, but remove. You remove the pain, like it doesn't belong to you.
Being cynical allows a thorough assessment of every crappy situation you find yourself in, the do's and don'ts, the wrong and the right. You measure every criteria, index every index. You're afraid you'd find yourself in a position where you'd have to regret, so you avoid it like a disease. But the truth is, no one granted us superhuman foresight. We can't be in the know of everything before, now, and years later. We aren't capable of predicting, and sometimes even our instincts fail us.
So we have to rely on ourselves, on our better judgement. We enforce that better judgement, and if we're still flawed - at least we'd be able to tell ourselves that we've exhausted every possibilities and it was our best."
Seriously. Deep stuff.
Took me three skims to fully comprehend what he's putting across.
And the author? An 18-year-old Singaporean boy. I feel so ashamed of myself.
And he's off
.... to China for a holiday trip.
It was a mad rush to pack and settle his bike's insurance and other things on top of meeting his friends for dinner.
Imagine the shiokness of sleeping at around 2 in the morning, and having to wake up at 5, him going off and me falling asleep again, and then having to wake up at 8am for work.
We spent all of yesterday glued to each other. Taking and savouring every last minute of being together. Having each other to nag, to tickle, to cuddle and to disturb.
In bed we held each other as tightly as possible and kissed with more vigour, as if the kisses could let time linger longer.
Before he left, he bounced on to the bed for one last kiss and one last hug. And then he was gone. He called me again at 8.30am to let me know that he was on the plane and to make sure that I was awake to go to work.
Oh, to take in as much of you as possible, for as long as possible! He's been absolutely perfect this whole week too. Just as we entered heaven.......... he has to go.
I feel like Psyche, wife of Cupid, who marriage was cut short when Psyche secretly looked upon Cupid with candlelight and accidently dripped wax on him (moral of this story is, use torchlight). My fatal mistake was to have the accident, rendering me unable to take leave and MCs for quite a while, which is why I could not go with him.
(I know, doesn't make sense, I just felt like mentioning Cupid and Psyche.)
He'll be gone for 12 days, which means he'll be back directly before 1st of May.
So now there's nobody to sayang me, nobody to cuddle with me while watching cartoons, nobody to pat my head and call me little girl, nobody to squeeze my arm constantly to remind me that I'm getting fat, nobody to look forward to after a long day at work, nobody to drive me insane constantly, nobody to walk Tracy with, nobody to disturb Cash, nobody to kiss me on my forehead, nobody to "Darling" me, nobody to steal his cigarettes, nobody to poke him in the chest, nobody to complain how skinny he is, nobody to tickle him and cuddle him and run her fingers through his hair, nobody to play with his few-days-old stubble on his chin, nobody to snuggle her head into his chest, nobody to make funny funny noises and make him laugh, nobody to share the blanket with, nobody to snatch the bolster, nobody to play with Eeyore with me, nobody to ask me weird questions, nobody to answer my weird questions, and the list goes on and on...
He's only been gone a few hours, probably still sleeping on the plane right now, but I miss my Lazy already.
Matrix's meeting me at the bike shop later to help me with Lazy's insurance and to cajole the boss into letting me forge Lazy's signature to add my name into his insurance. If I eventually do get to ride Lazy's wave (though I highly doubt that, seeing as he forgot to write that authorisation letter and/or make a photocopy of his IC for me), I'm going to do things to it. Maybe change the brake pads, since Lazy's been complaining that the brakes are not effective, fix the headlight, generally clean up his don't-know-how-long-never-wash bike, maybe add some stickers in.
DW's coming over to pick me up in his brand spanking new white Vios (the old model, not the new one with the Belta shell) at lunch time to go meet Matrix. Hopefully the insurance gets through with no hitches, and the adding of my name into the insurance goes smoothly as well.
.... to China for a holiday trip.
It was a mad rush to pack and settle his bike's insurance and other things on top of meeting his friends for dinner.
Imagine the shiokness of sleeping at around 2 in the morning, and having to wake up at 5, him going off and me falling asleep again, and then having to wake up at 8am for work.
We spent all of yesterday glued to each other. Taking and savouring every last minute of being together. Having each other to nag, to tickle, to cuddle and to disturb.
In bed we held each other as tightly as possible and kissed with more vigour, as if the kisses could let time linger longer.
Before he left, he bounced on to the bed for one last kiss and one last hug. And then he was gone. He called me again at 8.30am to let me know that he was on the plane and to make sure that I was awake to go to work.
Oh, to take in as much of you as possible, for as long as possible! He's been absolutely perfect this whole week too. Just as we entered heaven.......... he has to go.
I feel like Psyche, wife of Cupid, who marriage was cut short when Psyche secretly looked upon Cupid with candlelight and accidently dripped wax on him (moral of this story is, use torchlight). My fatal mistake was to have the accident, rendering me unable to take leave and MCs for quite a while, which is why I could not go with him.
(I know, doesn't make sense, I just felt like mentioning Cupid and Psyche.)
He'll be gone for 12 days, which means he'll be back directly before 1st of May.
So now there's nobody to sayang me, nobody to cuddle with me while watching cartoons, nobody to pat my head and call me little girl, nobody to squeeze my arm constantly to remind me that I'm getting fat, nobody to look forward to after a long day at work, nobody to drive me insane constantly, nobody to walk Tracy with, nobody to disturb Cash, nobody to kiss me on my forehead, nobody to "Darling" me, nobody to steal his cigarettes, nobody to poke him in the chest, nobody to complain how skinny he is, nobody to tickle him and cuddle him and run her fingers through his hair, nobody to play with his few-days-old stubble on his chin, nobody to snuggle her head into his chest, nobody to make funny funny noises and make him laugh, nobody to share the blanket with, nobody to snatch the bolster, nobody to play with Eeyore with me, nobody to ask me weird questions, nobody to answer my weird questions, and the list goes on and on...
He's only been gone a few hours, probably still sleeping on the plane right now, but I miss my Lazy already.
Matrix's meeting me at the bike shop later to help me with Lazy's insurance and to cajole the boss into letting me forge Lazy's signature to add my name into his insurance. If I eventually do get to ride Lazy's wave (though I highly doubt that, seeing as he forgot to write that authorisation letter and/or make a photocopy of his IC for me), I'm going to do things to it. Maybe change the brake pads, since Lazy's been complaining that the brakes are not effective, fix the headlight, generally clean up his don't-know-how-long-never-wash bike, maybe add some stickers in.
DW's coming over to pick me up in his brand spanking new white Vios (the old model, not the new one with the Belta shell) at lunch time to go meet Matrix. Hopefully the insurance gets through with no hitches, and the adding of my name into the insurance goes smoothly as well.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Moody
It's a fine sunny moody day.
It started yesterday, and kind of amplified out of proportions today. I won't be able to control it if it gets any worse.
I almost cried at Lazy's house yesterday, when his sister's future parents-in-law came for a visit.
I almost cried again today when I went out alone to buy stationary for the store guys.
Too much changes here. Too much to handle.
Lazy's flying off to China for 12 days. I get to do whatever I want during these twelve days. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.
*UPDATED*
Sudden mood upswing with the arrival of this!
Heh.
Dear, sweet Roger, upon knowing that I've not had lunch yet, went to buy this for me on his way to work.
Dear, sweet Roger also remembered that I preferred ketchup instead of chilli.
Roger's my bestie~!
It's a fine sunny moody day.
It started yesterday, and kind of amplified out of proportions today. I won't be able to control it if it gets any worse.
I almost cried at Lazy's house yesterday, when his sister's future parents-in-law came for a visit.
I almost cried again today when I went out alone to buy stationary for the store guys.
Too much changes here. Too much to handle.
Lazy's flying off to China for 12 days. I get to do whatever I want during these twelve days. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.
*UPDATED*
Sudden mood upswing with the arrival of this!
Heh.
Dear, sweet Roger, upon knowing that I've not had lunch yet, went to buy this for me on his way to work.
Dear, sweet Roger also remembered that I preferred ketchup instead of chilli.
Roger's my bestie~!
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Fuming
I am sooooooo angry right now.
MY HANDPHONE IS PERSONAL.
Please do NOT call my handphone for work purposes.
Please do NOT give out my number like free gifts if you have my number.
I don't blame the people who got my number from you because they might not know.
I BLAME THE FOOKING PEOPLE WHO GAVE THEM MY PHONE NUMBER because everytime I give my phone number, it comes with a warning not to spread it around.
I have a pretty good idea who gave my number to that auntie, and without that given warning she's giving it out life free gifts.
Auntie, if you want to contact me freely wherever I am, GIVE ME ANOTHER HANDPHONE AND MOBILE ALLOWANCE. If you pay, I don't mind. Because I can SWITCH IT OFF when I am OFF WORK.
Damn you people!
I am sooooooo angry right now.
MY HANDPHONE IS PERSONAL.
Please do NOT call my handphone for work purposes.
Please do NOT give out my number like free gifts if you have my number.
I don't blame the people who got my number from you because they might not know.
I BLAME THE FOOKING PEOPLE WHO GAVE THEM MY PHONE NUMBER because everytime I give my phone number, it comes with a warning not to spread it around.
I have a pretty good idea who gave my number to that auntie, and without that given warning she's giving it out life free gifts.
Auntie, if you want to contact me freely wherever I am, GIVE ME ANOTHER HANDPHONE AND MOBILE ALLOWANCE. If you pay, I don't mind. Because I can SWITCH IT OFF when I am OFF WORK.
Damn you people!
Adrian
Cheeky, you. Jokes courtesy of Adrian who found them on WLNY.
HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU
ABOUT GETTING MARRIED
Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings,
poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling
me, "You're next." They stopped after I started
doing the same thing to them at funerals.
LONGEVITY
Married men live longer than single men do, but
married men are a lot more willing to die.
A married man was having an affair with his secretary.
One day, their passions overcame them and they took off for her house, where they made passionate love all afternoon.
Exhausted from the wild sex, they fell asleep, awakening around 8:00 P.M.
As the man threw on his clothes, he told the woman to take his shoes outside and rub them through the grass and dirt.
Mystified, she nonetheless complied.
He slipped into his shoes and drove home.
"Where have you been?" demanded his wife when he entered the house.
"Darling, I can't lie to you. I've been having an affair with my secretary and we've been having sex all afternoon.
I fell asleep and didn't wake up until eight o'clock."
The wife glanced down at his shoes and said, "You lying bastard! You've been playing golf again!!"
Now you know why all REAL men play GOLF...
Liven up my near-to-end-of-work slumber, will you?
Cheeky, you. Jokes courtesy of Adrian who found them on WLNY.
HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU
ABOUT GETTING MARRIED
Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings,
poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling
me, "You're next." They stopped after I started
doing the same thing to them at funerals.
LONGEVITY
Married men live longer than single men do, but
married men are a lot more willing to die.
A married man was having an affair with his secretary.
One day, their passions overcame them and they took off for her house, where they made passionate love all afternoon.
Exhausted from the wild sex, they fell asleep, awakening around 8:00 P.M.
As the man threw on his clothes, he told the woman to take his shoes outside and rub them through the grass and dirt.
Mystified, she nonetheless complied.
He slipped into his shoes and drove home.
"Where have you been?" demanded his wife when he entered the house.
"Darling, I can't lie to you. I've been having an affair with my secretary and we've been having sex all afternoon.
I fell asleep and didn't wake up until eight o'clock."
The wife glanced down at his shoes and said, "You lying bastard! You've been playing golf again!!"
Now you know why all REAL men play GOLF...
Liven up my near-to-end-of-work slumber, will you?
Caffeinated
And very much so.
After 4 cups of coffee since morning, I'm kind of near to twitching now.
I haven't drank that much coffee since I was 16, when I was working at the Kampong Kitchen and my daily requirement for caffeine was at least 4 cups in one sitting.
Anyway, pardonnez moi for the early morning brain-still-not-functioning-properly incoherent post previously. I guess I just had the words in my head and just can't wait to get them all out.
And now, back to the grind!
And very much so.
After 4 cups of coffee since morning, I'm kind of near to twitching now.
I haven't drank that much coffee since I was 16, when I was working at the Kampong Kitchen and my daily requirement for caffeine was at least 4 cups in one sitting.
Anyway, pardonnez moi for the early morning brain-still-not-functioning-properly incoherent post previously. I guess I just had the words in my head and just can't wait to get them all out.
And now, back to the grind!
Early Morning Rant
I lost a friend today. But thinking back, I haven't lost much.
10am in the morning. Yes, this is considered early. Too early for my motors to be working yet. I need to rant.
Anyway, Ah Seng from First Motors told me the other day that the patching for Dante's fairing will be $150, the 2nd hand back fairing without cracks or scratches costs around $120, and the new paintwork (I wanted it exactly the way it was, yellow/white with original wordings) costs $500.
So for my fairings alone it's $150 + $120 + $500 = $770.
Plus full servicing? Another $90.
Plus another second-hand exhaust system? At least another hundred or so. Ah Seng says it might even reach $200, depending on how much the seller wants to sell them.
Anyway, office politics is getting heavier by the day. I'm pretty much hanging out with the same guys everyday, and from what I hear the company really is in a mess.
I'm getting closer and closer to my colleagues, not just my workshop colleagues, but showroom sales agent colleagues as well.
My company has like a dozen (ok that's an exaggeration. Maybe 9? Or 10? Or 11?) showrooms all over Singapore. I'm sure you've seen the big-ass AutoMagic sign along Aljunied Road. Or Pinnacle Motors. Or Motor Traders. Or other showrooms with different names. We're all under the same company who does parallel imports.
Let me know if you're thinking of parallel import cars. I've got a good agent to recommend to you.
Anyway one of the salesmen from the nearby showroom is on very good terms with me. He's been sending me home for the past two days (although we got lost and had to circle around for the first day).
I was working til 9pm last night and he was waiting for me outside my office since 7.55pm. And when I came in to continue my work today I found out just how smart I am.
I forgot to save the information that I've been going through the files for. Oh yay.
I am early for work today. All I could think of when my alarm rang was that I can't be late, I can't be late. Alarm was set at 8am, and I snoozed until 8.15am when the mad rush began. Washing up, changing, dragging the warm blankets off Lazy, the works. 15 minutes after waking up, both of us tumbled groggily out to the front porch.
Lentor had pretty heavy traffic today, the traffic was downright NOT moving at all. Times like this I feel so glad we're riding. Whilst we entered into Lentor from Yishun, I looked at my watch. Shit. I had only 7 minutes to get to the stupid punch-card machine in office.
There was an accident just after Ang Mo Kio central. We only saw the white/blue SP lying down on it's side in-between lane 2 and 3 in front of a TP bike and an ambulance. No stationary car was in sight, which meant it was hit and run.
When we reached the bus stop where he usually drops me off, I looked at my watch. It only took 4 minutes for him to get through a major traffic jam from the start of Lentor to the bus stop in front of Whitley Secondary School.
This is why I aspire to be like him (in riding).
Anyway, my motivation for not being late today is very understandable.
I was called up for a talk yesterday about my lateness with the "powers that be". I hate this kind of talks, mainly because both you and I know what's going on and what needs to be done. We both know that we're just going through the motions. They're just annoying, time-wasting and makes both you and I feel uncomfortable.
You see me with my poker face, staring defiantly into your eyes. I see you pick up your pencil and fiddle with it until the rubber end broke. You're even more nervous about it than I am.
I do listen to what he had to say. He still made sense, but I didn't like the way he applied it.
So I was early today and gave him (and him) no chance to talk to/about me! Hmph!
Lazy wants to go shopping for his upcoming China trip. I have to go to the post office to pick up my airmail. We're going shopping later!
I lost a friend today. But thinking back, I haven't lost much.
10am in the morning. Yes, this is considered early. Too early for my motors to be working yet. I need to rant.
Anyway, Ah Seng from First Motors told me the other day that the patching for Dante's fairing will be $150, the 2nd hand back fairing without cracks or scratches costs around $120, and the new paintwork (I wanted it exactly the way it was, yellow/white with original wordings) costs $500.
So for my fairings alone it's $150 + $120 + $500 = $770.
Plus full servicing? Another $90.
Plus another second-hand exhaust system? At least another hundred or so. Ah Seng says it might even reach $200, depending on how much the seller wants to sell them.
Anyway, office politics is getting heavier by the day. I'm pretty much hanging out with the same guys everyday, and from what I hear the company really is in a mess.
I'm getting closer and closer to my colleagues, not just my workshop colleagues, but showroom sales agent colleagues as well.
My company has like a dozen (ok that's an exaggeration. Maybe 9? Or 10? Or 11?) showrooms all over Singapore. I'm sure you've seen the big-ass AutoMagic sign along Aljunied Road. Or Pinnacle Motors. Or Motor Traders. Or other showrooms with different names. We're all under the same company who does parallel imports.
Let me know if you're thinking of parallel import cars. I've got a good agent to recommend to you.
Anyway one of the salesmen from the nearby showroom is on very good terms with me. He's been sending me home for the past two days (although we got lost and had to circle around for the first day).
I was working til 9pm last night and he was waiting for me outside my office since 7.55pm. And when I came in to continue my work today I found out just how smart I am.
I forgot to save the information that I've been going through the files for. Oh yay.
I am early for work today. All I could think of when my alarm rang was that I can't be late, I can't be late. Alarm was set at 8am, and I snoozed until 8.15am when the mad rush began. Washing up, changing, dragging the warm blankets off Lazy, the works. 15 minutes after waking up, both of us tumbled groggily out to the front porch.
Lentor had pretty heavy traffic today, the traffic was downright NOT moving at all. Times like this I feel so glad we're riding. Whilst we entered into Lentor from Yishun, I looked at my watch. Shit. I had only 7 minutes to get to the stupid punch-card machine in office.
There was an accident just after Ang Mo Kio central. We only saw the white/blue SP lying down on it's side in-between lane 2 and 3 in front of a TP bike and an ambulance. No stationary car was in sight, which meant it was hit and run.
When we reached the bus stop where he usually drops me off, I looked at my watch. It only took 4 minutes for him to get through a major traffic jam from the start of Lentor to the bus stop in front of Whitley Secondary School.
This is why I aspire to be like him (in riding).
Anyway, my motivation for not being late today is very understandable.
I was called up for a talk yesterday about my lateness with the "powers that be". I hate this kind of talks, mainly because both you and I know what's going on and what needs to be done. We both know that we're just going through the motions. They're just annoying, time-wasting and makes both you and I feel uncomfortable.
You see me with my poker face, staring defiantly into your eyes. I see you pick up your pencil and fiddle with it until the rubber end broke. You're even more nervous about it than I am.
I do listen to what he had to say. He still made sense, but I didn't like the way he applied it.
So I was early today and gave him (and him) no chance to talk to/about me! Hmph!
Lazy wants to go shopping for his upcoming China trip. I have to go to the post office to pick up my airmail. We're going shopping later!
Monday, April 16, 2007
Major Post-Lunch Slumber
Here comes the part of the day where you've just returned from lunch and have absolutely no mood to work at all. Let's just take half an hour off to blog.
- Recent news have been very much dampened with smatterings of arguments. The person I thought fully responsible for them is now reduced to being partially responsible (but still responsible, nontheless).
Remember when I talked about the hour-long conversation with FedEx?
Well, the very next day, which was on Friday, I skipped my practical to hold a FIVE HOURS long talk with Lazy. We cleared up a lot of things, changed each other's mindset a little more and several individual readers were pointed out as the ones who ratted on me.
So now I know who you guys/girls are. No wonder the vulgar and insulting comments. The bitching. Fucking bitches.
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- FedEx claims to not be FedEx, but F********, but to protect the identities of persons blogged about, all names have be changed, substituted, aliased, and/or had their identities totally made up (except the ones I'm introducing or who have given explicit permission to blog about them).
He's been following up very closely on the happenings recently. And he's getting more and more naggy.
Argh. Uncle.
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- There's been an undeniable itching in my fingers and my crotch. I'm itching to ride, to feel my baby rumbling between my legs again. Being a pillon with Lazy is fun, but the crave to feel the machine roar when I twist my wrist is still there.
To be able to control the roar. To feel the power etching into the very road.
The crave will never go away.
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- Shopping with Max yesterday proved to be more fun than I thought.
Actually, his name isn't Max, it's MX (initials for his chinese name). Most of his friends call him botak, but I figured I could just add an A and turn him into Max.
Anyway, Max was buying things from IKEA Alexandra and he needed Lazy's van to bring them all home. So after going with Lazy's family to do some praying for the Ching Ming festival, we met him at IKEA with his shopping already done.
As a token of appreciation, he paid for our swiss meatballs and chicken wings.
After embarassing him with the doorbell incident at Home-Fix and forcing them to eat the $1 hotdogs, we were all set to go back.
Max did something so utterly embarassing that I couldn't stop laughing all the way back to his house. I guess both Lazy and I kind of forgot to take our medications and went slightly crazy.
Poor Max!
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- Found out that my Lazy actually has the ability to be very sweet, and tug on heart-strings whenever he wants, IF he wants. Most of the time he's just not that interested in doing that, but he's been trying his best all weekend and this morning I came in to work all dripping with honey-coated sugar.
Recently, with the opening of the AMK hub, we christianed it by buying these.
Lazy chose them and bought them for us. They come with name engraving on the insides, but Cudas, my photographer for the evening, couldn't seem to get the names into the picture.
Lazy likes them because they're symbolic.
Two become one. Differences put together to form something else.
Aren't they sweet?
While I'm still on the subject of Lazy, I found out something new about him yesterday morning.
While normally he refuses to speak much when he's just woken up, he was forced to reply when his sister talked to him yesterday morning within minutes of his waking up.
Now I know. If you can get Lazy to speak much when he's just woken up it sounds incredibly funny. When he came back from washing up I was still sniggering into the blanket.
If only I can do that again...
By the way, Lazy keeps getting phone calls about work AFTER office hours. Way into 10pm or even midnight.
Please, Lazy has a life too. He's not the type who goes home and continues working from there just to show how good a worker he is. His working hours are 9am-6pm, and maybe you can still call him slightly after 6pm because he might be doing OT. Otherwise, imagine us cuddling and snuggling when suddenly the phone rings and he has to go off for a lengthy discussion of how fucked up your computer is.
Please. Be considerate.
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- I had a dream the other day, shortly after the time when I realized how useless I got when I tried to run across the road when the pedestrian light turned red. I took one step toward the curb and crumbled. Luckily Lazy was there to hold on to me.
Anyway in my dream we were running too.
An empty road. As we got to the middle of the junction the road suddenly burst into life with cars honking in every direction and threatening to run us over.
The phone rings, and a familiar voice came on. He asked me to migrate over to live with him. He said that I can run away from all these, that I don't have to face them by myself. That he was in Vancouver, and when he got back to Hong Kong he'd be waiting for me.
An eternity later (or so it seems), I opened my eyes to the real world and almost cried at the senselessness of it all. He couldn't have called, couldn't have invited me to go over, couldn't have even remembered who I am... Because he doesn't exist.
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- Thought about life in general and figured out a much used way to see it. I'm pretty sure everyone's heard of this somewhere before, but just doesn't remember where.
Life is like a big waiting room. Waiting to die. Some people just go through the motions, staying strictly on the path to lead as normal a life as possible. Some people have fun, stray from the path, do really strange things while waiting. Some people actually have fun while waiting.
Doesn't matter what you're doing, as long as you have your set of rules and moral conscience, as long as you don't find ways to cut short the waiting time on purpose (because there's still more to get out of the waiting time), we're all going to die some day.
So why not die doing the things you want to do? Why not die knowing that you've not wasted the time while you waited?
Here comes the part of the day where you've just returned from lunch and have absolutely no mood to work at all. Let's just take half an hour off to blog.
- Recent news have been very much dampened with smatterings of arguments. The person I thought fully responsible for them is now reduced to being partially responsible (but still responsible, nontheless).
Remember when I talked about the hour-long conversation with FedEx?
Well, the very next day, which was on Friday, I skipped my practical to hold a FIVE HOURS long talk with Lazy. We cleared up a lot of things, changed each other's mindset a little more and several individual readers were pointed out as the ones who ratted on me.
So now I know who you guys/girls are. No wonder the vulgar and insulting comments. The bitching. Fucking bitches.
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- FedEx claims to not be FedEx, but F********, but to protect the identities of persons blogged about, all names have be changed, substituted, aliased, and/or had their identities totally made up (except the ones I'm introducing or who have given explicit permission to blog about them).
He's been following up very closely on the happenings recently. And he's getting more and more naggy.
Argh. Uncle.
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- There's been an undeniable itching in my fingers and my crotch. I'm itching to ride, to feel my baby rumbling between my legs again. Being a pillon with Lazy is fun, but the crave to feel the machine roar when I twist my wrist is still there.
To be able to control the roar. To feel the power etching into the very road.
The crave will never go away.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
- Shopping with Max yesterday proved to be more fun than I thought.
Actually, his name isn't Max, it's MX (initials for his chinese name). Most of his friends call him botak, but I figured I could just add an A and turn him into Max.
Anyway, Max was buying things from IKEA Alexandra and he needed Lazy's van to bring them all home. So after going with Lazy's family to do some praying for the Ching Ming festival, we met him at IKEA with his shopping already done.
As a token of appreciation, he paid for our swiss meatballs and chicken wings.
After embarassing him with the doorbell incident at Home-Fix and forcing them to eat the $1 hotdogs, we were all set to go back.
Max did something so utterly embarassing that I couldn't stop laughing all the way back to his house. I guess both Lazy and I kind of forgot to take our medications and went slightly crazy.
Poor Max!
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- Found out that my Lazy actually has the ability to be very sweet, and tug on heart-strings whenever he wants, IF he wants. Most of the time he's just not that interested in doing that, but he's been trying his best all weekend and this morning I came in to work all dripping with honey-coated sugar.
Recently, with the opening of the AMK hub, we christianed it by buying these.
Lazy chose them and bought them for us. They come with name engraving on the insides, but Cudas, my photographer for the evening, couldn't seem to get the names into the picture.
Lazy likes them because they're symbolic.
Two become one. Differences put together to form something else.
Aren't they sweet?
While I'm still on the subject of Lazy, I found out something new about him yesterday morning.
While normally he refuses to speak much when he's just woken up, he was forced to reply when his sister talked to him yesterday morning within minutes of his waking up.
Now I know. If you can get Lazy to speak much when he's just woken up it sounds incredibly funny. When he came back from washing up I was still sniggering into the blanket.
If only I can do that again...
By the way, Lazy keeps getting phone calls about work AFTER office hours. Way into 10pm or even midnight.
Please, Lazy has a life too. He's not the type who goes home and continues working from there just to show how good a worker he is. His working hours are 9am-6pm, and maybe you can still call him slightly after 6pm because he might be doing OT. Otherwise, imagine us cuddling and snuggling when suddenly the phone rings and he has to go off for a lengthy discussion of how fucked up your computer is.
Please. Be considerate.
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- I had a dream the other day, shortly after the time when I realized how useless I got when I tried to run across the road when the pedestrian light turned red. I took one step toward the curb and crumbled. Luckily Lazy was there to hold on to me.
Anyway in my dream we were running too.
An empty road. As we got to the middle of the junction the road suddenly burst into life with cars honking in every direction and threatening to run us over.
The phone rings, and a familiar voice came on. He asked me to migrate over to live with him. He said that I can run away from all these, that I don't have to face them by myself. That he was in Vancouver, and when he got back to Hong Kong he'd be waiting for me.
An eternity later (or so it seems), I opened my eyes to the real world and almost cried at the senselessness of it all. He couldn't have called, couldn't have invited me to go over, couldn't have even remembered who I am... Because he doesn't exist.
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- Thought about life in general and figured out a much used way to see it. I'm pretty sure everyone's heard of this somewhere before, but just doesn't remember where.
Life is like a big waiting room. Waiting to die. Some people just go through the motions, staying strictly on the path to lead as normal a life as possible. Some people have fun, stray from the path, do really strange things while waiting. Some people actually have fun while waiting.
Doesn't matter what you're doing, as long as you have your set of rules and moral conscience, as long as you don't find ways to cut short the waiting time on purpose (because there's still more to get out of the waiting time), we're all going to die some day.
So why not die doing the things you want to do? Why not die knowing that you've not wasted the time while you waited?
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Happy International Friendship Day
Continued from here.
"Didn't know our conversation made it to your blog. Now I know. ;p Friendship... Ask you, so a person who doesn't go singing with you, stops becoming your friend? A person, who is not mature to handle you, stops being your friend? A person who spends little time with you, stops being a close friend? If that said, I wasn't even a close friend to begin with, considering the amount of time we actually spent together. My point is, I'll forever be your friend, even if you hate me, despise me, I'll still be there to cover your ass should you need any. It's international friendship day tomorrow. Cheers."
My dear friend.
It is not the amount of time spent that determines the strength of a friendship. It is the amount of tears shed together, the beers drank together, the amount of emotional trauma shared together. You are my close friend.
I never did say anything about you stopping to be my friend. You are still my friend. I'm just so terribly disappointed that you cannot handle being friends with me without thinking otherwise.
I am thankful for your willingness to cover my ass, and you know I'd do the same for you. I just wish we could all be mature adults to handle this and still come out as good friends by the end of it, and not just friends covering each other's asses from afar.
Happy International Friendship Day, dude.
Continued from here.
"Didn't know our conversation made it to your blog. Now I know. ;p Friendship... Ask you, so a person who doesn't go singing with you, stops becoming your friend? A person, who is not mature to handle you, stops being your friend? A person who spends little time with you, stops being a close friend? If that said, I wasn't even a close friend to begin with, considering the amount of time we actually spent together. My point is, I'll forever be your friend, even if you hate me, despise me, I'll still be there to cover your ass should you need any. It's international friendship day tomorrow. Cheers."
My dear friend.
It is not the amount of time spent that determines the strength of a friendship. It is the amount of tears shed together, the beers drank together, the amount of emotional trauma shared together. You are my close friend.
I never did say anything about you stopping to be my friend. You are still my friend. I'm just so terribly disappointed that you cannot handle being friends with me without thinking otherwise.
I am thankful for your willingness to cover my ass, and you know I'd do the same for you. I just wish we could all be mature adults to handle this and still come out as good friends by the end of it, and not just friends covering each other's asses from afar.
Happy International Friendship Day, dude.
FedEx
Just got off an hour-long phone conversation about relationships with FedEx (his name sounds like FedEx).
Kind of surprised at myself for revealing so much to him, I hardly know him because he's only just appeared recently.
Anyway, he makes good sense and he actually did listened to what I had to say. It's very refreshing to have someone listen and (partly) understand in-depth and not rebutting me for my views and opinions.
He didn't sympathize, which is a good thing because sympathizing won't solve the problem. He posed a series of questions and told me a lot of personal experiences in his love life that got me thinking. I am still trying to fully digest what he said and grasp the concept he verbalised before I can think about the next step to take.
For now, I am taking a back seat on the pest control problem and taking in a wider view on relationships.
I knew that by asking for a fairytale I am not letting myself grow up. But I do see fairytales around me. They're very rare, but it can actualize. So for now, I am not giving up my desire for a fairytale. There're just slight changes to a few things though.
For now, smoke less, work more, and getting my friends, my family and my relationship life back on track takes priority.
Til next time (or until I've come up with plans to revolutionize things), yours truly.
Just got off an hour-long phone conversation about relationships with FedEx (his name sounds like FedEx).
Kind of surprised at myself for revealing so much to him, I hardly know him because he's only just appeared recently.
Anyway, he makes good sense and he actually did listened to what I had to say. It's very refreshing to have someone listen and (partly) understand in-depth and not rebutting me for my views and opinions.
He didn't sympathize, which is a good thing because sympathizing won't solve the problem. He posed a series of questions and told me a lot of personal experiences in his love life that got me thinking. I am still trying to fully digest what he said and grasp the concept he verbalised before I can think about the next step to take.
For now, I am taking a back seat on the pest control problem and taking in a wider view on relationships.
I knew that by asking for a fairytale I am not letting myself grow up. But I do see fairytales around me. They're very rare, but it can actualize. So for now, I am not giving up my desire for a fairytale. There're just slight changes to a few things though.
For now, smoke less, work more, and getting my friends, my family and my relationship life back on track takes priority.
Til next time (or until I've come up with plans to revolutionize things), yours truly.
Sick of it
I am SICK of you threatening to leave ALL THE TIME. Most of the time's because of your friends too.
That's right, leave when you encounter problems. Run away from all your problems. Because that helps a lot. Right?
No, this time you're NOT ALLOWED to leave until we've settled this. I will NOT let you leave this hanging in the air.
So many things I want to say. Control...... control...... I'll talk about this later, probably after he cools down and shrinks his head a little. Then he can actually see sense and stop blaming me for everything. (Note: Can does not neccessarily mean will, so it might spark off yet another argument over the same cockr.. *control* *ahem* person, so don't pin your hopes too high on peace).
By the way, you want to know why I am the only one doing it? Because the inclusion of HIM affects us a lot as most of our arguments originate from him. On his side, inclusion of ME does not make a big difference, he has his own girlfriend and his own life, and occasionally when he needs someone to *ahem* talk to he can come and find you. *control* *control* *CONTROL*.
Ok, I'm stopping here.
Now I see why she is so tyrannic. You made her into one, same way as you're making me into one. Or is it she made you into someone who needs a tyrannic person to love?
I am SICK of you threatening to leave ALL THE TIME. Most of the time's because of your friends too.
That's right, leave when you encounter problems. Run away from all your problems. Because that helps a lot. Right?
No, this time you're NOT ALLOWED to leave until we've settled this. I will NOT let you leave this hanging in the air.
So many things I want to say. Control...... control...... I'll talk about this later, probably after he cools down and shrinks his head a little. Then he can actually see sense and stop blaming me for everything. (Note: Can does not neccessarily mean will, so it might spark off yet another argument over the same cockr.. *control* *ahem* person, so don't pin your hopes too high on peace).
By the way, you want to know why I am the only one doing it? Because the inclusion of HIM affects us a lot as most of our arguments originate from him. On his side, inclusion of ME does not make a big difference, he has his own girlfriend and his own life, and occasionally when he needs someone to *ahem* talk to he can come and find you. *control* *control* *CONTROL*.
Ok, I'm stopping here.
Now I see why she is so tyrannic. You made her into one, same way as you're making me into one. Or is it she made you into someone who needs a tyrannic person to love?
Utterly Disgusted
I remember posting in my comments in reply to a Mr Anonymous who makes good sense and actually is constructive for once.
"I believe we both agreed that we won't be influenced by anyone with an extra big cockroach mouth outside of the relationship, but yea, you never know. This is why I'm so wary of that cockroach."
I was right to be wary. I was wrong to believe that we both won't be influenced by anyone with an extra big cockroach mouth, because we're quarrelling over him again because of his extra big mouth.
Dude. If you hate me so much, stop reading me. Get out of my life and get your own life.
Now because of you, we're quarrelling again. Are you happy now because you destroyed whatever happiness we've had for the past few days?
You disgust me.
I remember posting in my comments in reply to a Mr Anonymous who makes good sense and actually is constructive for once.
"I believe we both agreed that we won't be influenced by anyone with an extra big cockroach mouth outside of the relationship, but yea, you never know. This is why I'm so wary of that cockroach."
I was right to be wary. I was wrong to believe that we both won't be influenced by anyone with an extra big cockroach mouth, because we're quarrelling over him again because of his extra big mouth.
Dude. If you hate me so much, stop reading me. Get out of my life and get your own life.
Now because of you, we're quarrelling again. Are you happy now because you destroyed whatever happiness we've had for the past few days?
You disgust me.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Birthday Boy
"Let's go gai gai on the weekend of your birthday."
"Really ah?"
"Because quite a few times I say wanna meet you but end up never meet mah."
"Ok lor. Got birthday kiss one or not?"
"You want ah? Sure or not?"
"I want on the lips one."
"eh heh heh.......... *awkward*"
"Ok, lah, if I'm not on course then we go gai gai okay?"
"Let's go gai gai on the weekend of your birthday."
"Really ah?"
"Because quite a few times I say wanna meet you but end up never meet mah."
"Ok lor. Got birthday kiss one or not?"
"You want ah? Sure or not?"
"I want on the lips one."
"eh heh heh.......... *awkward*"
"Ok, lah, if I'm not on course then we go gai gai okay?"
No life
I was seriously wondering for a while why I can't seem to find anything to blog about for the past few days. I even had to lift off blog ideas from my sister to have something to blog.
Argh.
Then I realized why.
I have no life. Work, home, sleep, work, home, sleep. Trying to maximize time spent with Lazychoo so not really meeting my own friends. Trying to keep spending to a minimum so I can fix up my dear Dante sooner.
I had like 1.3k in my bank, which was confirmed to be able to cover all costs for fixing up Dante. Mom took me out for shopping yesterday and polished off $300, the weekend steamboat and KTV polished off another $60 and the blue dress I ordered some time back is going to cost me $50.
On top of all the expenditure, I, unlike some people, am planning to save as much as I can. I already have enough for studies, but I have to wait until January 2008 before classes can start. For my class 2 bike, for dancing classes, for France, for my own future.
Life is getting monotonous again. I could make it complicated, but I don't want to. I just want a little bit of spice, here and there.
I need to learn to stop making him the whole of my life.
Seems like most of the time he disappoints me or we quarrel, it's because of one or more of his friends. Now you tell me, how do I not dislike his friends?
I was seriously wondering for a while why I can't seem to find anything to blog about for the past few days. I even had to lift off blog ideas from my sister to have something to blog.
Argh.
Then I realized why.
I have no life. Work, home, sleep, work, home, sleep. Trying to maximize time spent with Lazychoo so not really meeting my own friends. Trying to keep spending to a minimum so I can fix up my dear Dante sooner.
I had like 1.3k in my bank, which was confirmed to be able to cover all costs for fixing up Dante. Mom took me out for shopping yesterday and polished off $300, the weekend steamboat and KTV polished off another $60 and the blue dress I ordered some time back is going to cost me $50.
On top of all the expenditure, I, unlike some people, am planning to save as much as I can. I already have enough for studies, but I have to wait until January 2008 before classes can start. For my class 2 bike, for dancing classes, for France, for my own future.
Life is getting monotonous again. I could make it complicated, but I don't want to. I just want a little bit of spice, here and there.
I need to learn to stop making him the whole of my life.
Seems like most of the time he disappoints me or we quarrel, it's because of one or more of his friends. Now you tell me, how do I not dislike his friends?
How weird can a person get?
This is a meme swiped from Cudas, although she didn't actually tag me. I surreptitiously stole the idea and did it. Muahahahaha! *Sorry, gone a little crazy due to working-too-early-in-the-morning-ness*
In this meme, we're supposed to reveal a certain amount of weird traits that we have. Cudas's tagger gave her 6 weird traits, and Cudas did 10. So I shall twist the numbers around too, and make it 9. (I can only think of 9 weird traits of mine lah, give me a break)
But before I do it, I just need to make an announcement:
I PASSED MY 2A PRAC 1 ON MY SECOND TRY! Haha! Bro Vik, you SUCK! Take THAT! Haha!
Then again, Raf was my instructor for the lesson, and many of my old instructors still remember me from my stint there during my 2B days, so I was given a lot of help. Shouted instructions, soft spoken encouragement, I couldn't have done it without their help.
Now I feel so evil. Bwahahahaha.
Anyway, here's the Top 9 Weird Facts Countdown about Jazzyme.
9) I am an Aquarius. Weird enough to warrent no explaination as to why this made it to the list.
8) I may look sweet and innocent to most people, but I admit to having a fiery temper when the occasion calls for it. Most of the people in my office are scared of me, except my colleagues who know that my bark is worse than my bite.
7) I want to travel the world but don't like the air flights. I hate the very thin air in the high altitudes, and the recycled air inside of the plane.
6) Same as Cudas. The more people force me to do certain things, the more I won't do it. Same rebellious streak, runs in the family.
5) You can never grow out of cartoons.
4) I am very particular about people's smoking habits. For example, if I've already waited for a person for a long time, and shortly after he arrives he lights up a stick. thus making me wait further for him to finish smoking, I will fly into a temper. Another example is that when during a meal someone finishes first and starts smoking when I am still eating, I will give everyone at the table a very black face.
3) I have a little bit of insomnia. It's very hard for me to get to sleep. If and when I do, I do not like being woken up because it's very hard for me to get back to sleep, no matter how tired I can be. My family has personally experienced tantrums when they wake me up early on a weekend for some small insignificant thing.
2) I laugh and smile to apparently nothing in particular when I am out alone. People on the street have wondered why I am sniggering away. When I think of some funny event or happenings, I can't control myself.
And the number one weird quirk:
1) *Most close friends already know this* I make a lot of weird sounds. I mean a LOT. Buzzing, ah la la-ing, purring (yes, purring), baby sounds, the works. But it only happens to close friends.
This is a meme swiped from Cudas, although she didn't actually tag me. I surreptitiously stole the idea and did it. Muahahahaha! *Sorry, gone a little crazy due to working-too-early-in-the-morning-ness*
In this meme, we're supposed to reveal a certain amount of weird traits that we have. Cudas's tagger gave her 6 weird traits, and Cudas did 10. So I shall twist the numbers around too, and make it 9. (I can only think of 9 weird traits of mine lah, give me a break)
But before I do it, I just need to make an announcement:
I PASSED MY 2A PRAC 1 ON MY SECOND TRY! Haha! Bro Vik, you SUCK! Take THAT! Haha!
Then again, Raf was my instructor for the lesson, and many of my old instructors still remember me from my stint there during my 2B days, so I was given a lot of help. Shouted instructions, soft spoken encouragement, I couldn't have done it without their help.
Now I feel so evil. Bwahahahaha.
Anyway, here's the Top 9 Weird Facts Countdown about Jazzyme.
9) I am an Aquarius. Weird enough to warrent no explaination as to why this made it to the list.
8) I may look sweet and innocent to most people, but I admit to having a fiery temper when the occasion calls for it. Most of the people in my office are scared of me, except my colleagues who know that my bark is worse than my bite.
7) I want to travel the world but don't like the air flights. I hate the very thin air in the high altitudes, and the recycled air inside of the plane.
6) Same as Cudas. The more people force me to do certain things, the more I won't do it. Same rebellious streak, runs in the family.
5) You can never grow out of cartoons.
4) I am very particular about people's smoking habits. For example, if I've already waited for a person for a long time, and shortly after he arrives he lights up a stick. thus making me wait further for him to finish smoking, I will fly into a temper. Another example is that when during a meal someone finishes first and starts smoking when I am still eating, I will give everyone at the table a very black face.
3) I have a little bit of insomnia. It's very hard for me to get to sleep. If and when I do, I do not like being woken up because it's very hard for me to get back to sleep, no matter how tired I can be. My family has personally experienced tantrums when they wake me up early on a weekend for some small insignificant thing.
2) I laugh and smile to apparently nothing in particular when I am out alone. People on the street have wondered why I am sniggering away. When I think of some funny event or happenings, I can't control myself.
And the number one weird quirk:
1) *Most close friends already know this* I make a lot of weird sounds. I mean a LOT. Buzzing, ah la la-ing, purring (yes, purring), baby sounds, the works. But it only happens to close friends.
Monday, April 09, 2007
What's going on?
Madness. All around me. Changes I don't think I am willing to accept. But I think I'll be forced to accept them anyway. What choice do I have?
I made a new friend, lost an old one, and heard some news that might seriously jeapordize my relationship with Lazychoo.
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Introducing my new friend, Nicholas.
Very charming. Very sweet. Very much in love with good food (as do I), and chilling out with friends.
Initially he reminds me of Mr Cockroach. With his small frame and spectacles, and formal shirt and pants he was almost an exact replica of Mr Cockroach.
However, I was soon to find out that he's so much better a person that Mr Cockroach. He's very sweet (like I said before) and very charming (also like I said before), has excellent manners (I'm a little fussy about that), a gentleman and a very good chit chat buddy.
We giggled and asked each other weird questions out of the blue over a simple but very nice meal. He had the decency to wait for me to finish my food without being asked to, before he took out his cigarettes and asked me if I minded.
So gentlemanly, right?
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Madness. All around me. Changes I don't think I am willing to accept. But I think I'll be forced to accept them anyway. What choice do I have?
I made a new friend, lost an old one, and heard some news that might seriously jeapordize my relationship with Lazychoo.
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Introducing my new friend, Nicholas.
Very charming. Very sweet. Very much in love with good food (as do I), and chilling out with friends.
Initially he reminds me of Mr Cockroach. With his small frame and spectacles, and formal shirt and pants he was almost an exact replica of Mr Cockroach.
However, I was soon to find out that he's so much better a person that Mr Cockroach. He's very sweet (like I said before) and very charming (also like I said before), has excellent manners (I'm a little fussy about that), a gentleman and a very good chit chat buddy.
We giggled and asked each other weird questions out of the blue over a simple but very nice meal. He had the decency to wait for me to finish my food without being asked to, before he took out his cigarettes and asked me if I minded.
So gentlemanly, right?
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An emotionally draining conversation
"i am attracted to you
not only sexually
but intelligence
looks"
"am i?"
"you are to me?"
*******
"You
have a girlfriend.
treasure her."
"what makes you think i dont?"
"well
i treasure my boyfriend, so i don't allow my heart to stray"
"a potentially sexual magnetic field, can only make the two magnets meet each other, if they want to? "
"and if i find people attractive, i avoid them so i won't be tempted."
"if your heart can be controlled by your mind, rationality overriding emotionality, congrats"
"it's more of don't want to do things that i know i will regret"
"you know you will regret?
thats the big question mark
how you know?"
"i don't want things to get way out of hand and after it all, look back and regret that i threw away something so precious.
i just do.
i can't say i understand you well,
but after sessions of talking cock and heart to heart chatting, i more or less know your attitude towards love
and i know, we're entirely different people.
it will only end in tears and a horrible image of each other
why not just keep that good image to wank off to? "
"haha
true true
what you say is true"
"ah la la la
ktv"
"no."
"xiao qi."
" "Intrigue; desire; The richness of life lies in the memories we have forgotten. says:
and if i find people attractive, i avoid them so i won't be tempted." "
"knew you were going to quote that.
well, most of the people i avoid are not my close friends:
they don't know me well.
you, however
i don't want to lose you
that's why i don't want to lead you on either.
i don't want to hurt you:
because you're my friend.
understand?
i know what i said may be harsh,
but it'll be better in the long run.
much better than leading you on and then thrashing you onto the floor, right?"
"haha dun worry:
i understand
dun need to explain more
some words are better left unsaid"
"ah well."
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Found another gem
From April's blog.
"Come on, marriage is not a test where you take and you get to qualify for if your love reaches a certain stage. We can get married to someone we don't love at all and it's still a marriage. We are not married and that's not becuz we don't love each other enough or we are not sure about each other, it's about timing and financial stability among other factors. I get upset when people judge relationships like we are only fooling around and isn't committed just because we have not signed on the dotted line. Its sad that a lot of other people also seems to think that way."
April is currently overseas studying, and from reading her blog we're all sharing in her pain of seperation with her boyfriend, seeing as how very much in love they are.
I totally agree with her on this thing, although different couples have different situations so this may not be true for all.
People put too much emphasis on a piece of paper.
From April's blog.
"Come on, marriage is not a test where you take and you get to qualify for if your love reaches a certain stage. We can get married to someone we don't love at all and it's still a marriage. We are not married and that's not becuz we don't love each other enough or we are not sure about each other, it's about timing and financial stability among other factors. I get upset when people judge relationships like we are only fooling around and isn't committed just because we have not signed on the dotted line. Its sad that a lot of other people also seems to think that way."
April is currently overseas studying, and from reading her blog we're all sharing in her pain of seperation with her boyfriend, seeing as how very much in love they are.
I totally agree with her on this thing, although different couples have different situations so this may not be true for all.
People put too much emphasis on a piece of paper.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Dilemma
Warning: I am in a too-lan mood right now. I can and will shoot anyone and everyone within shooting distance.
I was on eBay today and bought this dress.
This costs 25USD.
Gorgeous, eh? The top's actually a corset, so I can make it curve any way I want.
However, I found these other two items that caught my eye and won't let go.
This spunky unique zebra striped dress,
This costs 16.90USD.
And this awesome kinky leather corset.
This costs 19.90USD.
I'm kind of in a dilemma right now because I can't tear my eyes off these two, and seeing that the first dress is already siphoning off 25USD plus shipping and postage, which translate into a total of about $60 over bucks.
So now, I must decide which one to take and which one to let go. I really can't make up my mind. Anyone has any opinions?
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Excerpt from Leann Rimes' "How Do I Live"
"How do I get through one night without you
If I had to live without you
What kind of life would that be
Oh I, I need you in my arms
Need you to hold
You're my world, my heart, my soul
If you ever leave
Baby, you would take away everything good in my life"
I am so blardy pissed with this song right now. Why?
1) Lazychoo uses this ringtone as his wake-up alarm every morning. Mostly I get to hear it because he usually sleeps through until I pull off his blankets.
2) This song is not meant for Lazychoo. There are sporadic contradictions to him in the lyrics. Let me digress:
"Oh I, I need you in my arms Need you to hold" In this case, need, in Lazychoo's own words means "...don't want and hate it so much but still must have. I hate work so much and I wish not to go to work. But still have to ... because I need to."
Which makes it in his understanding that the singer hates the object of her affection so much but must have him in her arms. I wonder if this makes sense to him.
And a second digression. Lazychoo can do perfectly fine without me. He doesn't even have to ask the question "how do I live without you".
Ok I'm being moody and bitter. So bite me.
Warning: I am in a too-lan mood right now. I can and will shoot anyone and everyone within shooting distance.
I was on eBay today and bought this dress.
This costs 25USD.
Gorgeous, eh? The top's actually a corset, so I can make it curve any way I want.
However, I found these other two items that caught my eye and won't let go.
This spunky unique zebra striped dress,
This costs 16.90USD.
And this awesome kinky leather corset.
This costs 19.90USD.
I'm kind of in a dilemma right now because I can't tear my eyes off these two, and seeing that the first dress is already siphoning off 25USD plus shipping and postage, which translate into a total of about $60 over bucks.
So now, I must decide which one to take and which one to let go. I really can't make up my mind. Anyone has any opinions?
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Excerpt from Leann Rimes' "How Do I Live"
"How do I get through one night without you
If I had to live without you
What kind of life would that be
Oh I, I need you in my arms
Need you to hold
You're my world, my heart, my soul
If you ever leave
Baby, you would take away everything good in my life"
I am so blardy pissed with this song right now. Why?
1) Lazychoo uses this ringtone as his wake-up alarm every morning. Mostly I get to hear it because he usually sleeps through until I pull off his blankets.
2) This song is not meant for Lazychoo. There are sporadic contradictions to him in the lyrics. Let me digress:
"Oh I, I need you in my arms Need you to hold" In this case, need, in Lazychoo's own words means "...don't want and hate it so much but still must have. I hate work so much and I wish not to go to work. But still have to ... because I need to."
Which makes it in his understanding that the singer hates the object of her affection so much but must have him in her arms. I wonder if this makes sense to him.
And a second digression. Lazychoo can do perfectly fine without me. He doesn't even have to ask the question "how do I live without you".
Ok I'm being moody and bitter. So bite me.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
A Quote
Was reading through JS's blog today and found a gem.
"Die early or late, I want to die chasing what I want, instead of chasing what everyone else is chasing after."
"Freedom...... you'll be free if you choose to."
"Wearing a watch that costs $5k and one that costs $5 bucks, they both tell time. One makes the rich richer, the other makes you look pale in status. That's all."
My sentiments exactly.
Was reading through JS's blog today and found a gem.
"Die early or late, I want to die chasing what I want, instead of chasing what everyone else is chasing after."
"Freedom...... you'll be free if you choose to."
"Wearing a watch that costs $5k and one that costs $5 bucks, they both tell time. One makes the rich richer, the other makes you look pale in status. That's all."
My sentiments exactly.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Happy April Fool's Everyone!
Ok, here's to clear the air. Was actually going to do this tomorrow to see who else I can prank, but Lazychoo's been giving me the face all day because I played this joke on everyone (except Anthony, he got the "I'm pregnant" joke). I think it's a way too sensitive topic for him.
Anyway, just for the record, Lazychoo and I are NOT getting married, and we probably never will be.
So yea, Andrew and Alexander got fooled! April Fools! Anthony and Yuffie saw through the plot, and Mr Anonymous too. Congrats! You're not fools!
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I am so going to regret this later on when I cool off.
Ok this is just me being pissed off.
"One person go to the wedding banquet better la, because only need to give one person's amount of ang pow money." So in this sense, one person going out with friends would be better, because you only have to pay for one person's dinner, one person's movie tickets, one person's whatever shit that needs money?
*POST EDITED*
Post was made in delirious state. Realized I shouldn't have been so harsh. Argh.
Bah humbug!
Ok, here's to clear the air. Was actually going to do this tomorrow to see who else I can prank, but Lazychoo's been giving me the face all day because I played this joke on everyone (except Anthony, he got the "I'm pregnant" joke). I think it's a way too sensitive topic for him.
Anyway, just for the record, Lazychoo and I are NOT getting married, and we probably never will be.
So yea, Andrew and Alexander got fooled! April Fools! Anthony and Yuffie saw through the plot, and Mr Anonymous too. Congrats! You're not fools!
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I am so going to regret this later on when I cool off.
Ok this is just me being pissed off.
"One person go to the wedding banquet better la, because only need to give one person's amount of ang pow money." So in this sense, one person going out with friends would be better, because you only have to pay for one person's dinner, one person's movie tickets, one person's whatever shit that needs money?
*POST EDITED*
Post was made in delirious state. Realized I shouldn't have been so harsh. Argh.
Bah humbug!
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