Just.. hanging there
My life I mean.
I'm still looking for a job, and recently everyday's been like, running around for interviews, part-time job, and classes.
I haven't touched my current subject yet, and I know I'm falling behind. I want to, but I can't seem to find the time and place to study.
Any study-buddies? Volunteers?
Can't seem to find the mood to blog too, these few days. Will be back with pictures when this is over.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Tired
... and all ravaged by war in this battle-stricken relationship or some might say, battlefield.
I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle, fighting without a cause because we already know what the final outcome is going to be. Fighting for what I want, caving in again and again. The end looms deathly near, with both of us pretending not to see it.
Part of me crumbles away with each passing war.
This time it's a landslide.
Crumbles. Million little tiny pieces. All the talks, amount to nothing, only serving to build up to a fantastic finale that I'm sure many people are going to enjoy.
I wonder if you understand. I wonder if he understands. Sometimes I wonder if I myself understand.
I hope you understand.
... and all ravaged by war in this battle-stricken relationship or some might say, battlefield.
I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle, fighting without a cause because we already know what the final outcome is going to be. Fighting for what I want, caving in again and again. The end looms deathly near, with both of us pretending not to see it.
Part of me crumbles away with each passing war.
This time it's a landslide.
Crumbles. Million little tiny pieces. All the talks, amount to nothing, only serving to build up to a fantastic finale that I'm sure many people are going to enjoy.
I wonder if you understand. I wonder if he understands. Sometimes I wonder if I myself understand.
I hope you understand.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
This is madness
Random squawk: http://theotherbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/06/pain.html
And yay, I've officially lost my right to even feel unhappy.
I can't even show the sad face or he'll keep asking about it, and when I finally do tell him, he'll flare up about it.
I don't even want to tell you things anymore. Explain, you get angry. Don't explain, you get angry. I think you can just get a knife, carve out my heart and install batteries in me, so I won't feel anything and just be your clockwork companion.
I'm already making the effort by actually agreeing to go clubbing with them, even though I've told you many times that I don't want to see them ever again. Why would you think I'd agree to such a stupid thing?
If I do go, I'm sure we'd be quarrelling over the same thing again, about me giving them the cold shoulder.
You're unreasonable!
You took everything away from me, force me to accept certain things I don't want to accept, now you're taking away my right to feel unhappy. You want to have friends, you shouldn't have forced me to meet them with you every single time. You want to have friends, I want nothing to do with them.
You know what? I don't want to try anymore. No more Zouk. I once gave you a choice, and I see you've made that choice last night. Again.
I fully understand. You can go do whatever you want, meet whoever you want, go ahead. I won't care anymore. I can just throw myself into work, into studies, and into my part-time work, so you can meet them ALL YOU WANT without forcing me to go along.
Just don't expect me to give you a good attitude after that.
I'll tell you the reason why I took up this night job. Part of it was because I needed the money. Major part of it was to escape from you. From your chains. From your clutches. From your friends.
Just last night after a hot shower, I had to resort to squatting down in the bathroom with my arms around my knees, dripping wet, staring at my reflection on the wet floor, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet. Splashing my reflection with tears. Hiding in the bathroom so you wouldn't see my sadness.
Still, you saw today, and made a big deal out of it.
On a side note, though, if meeting them without me feels so hollow, why meet them in the first place? You told me before that you didn't like meeting them. Just to entertain them? To keep the group together? Why keep together a group you don't even like? And drag your girlfriend into it?
Random squawk: http://theotherbeautiful.blogspot.com/2007/06/pain.html
And yay, I've officially lost my right to even feel unhappy.
I can't even show the sad face or he'll keep asking about it, and when I finally do tell him, he'll flare up about it.
I don't even want to tell you things anymore. Explain, you get angry. Don't explain, you get angry. I think you can just get a knife, carve out my heart and install batteries in me, so I won't feel anything and just be your clockwork companion.
I'm already making the effort by actually agreeing to go clubbing with them, even though I've told you many times that I don't want to see them ever again. Why would you think I'd agree to such a stupid thing?
If I do go, I'm sure we'd be quarrelling over the same thing again, about me giving them the cold shoulder.
You're unreasonable!
You took everything away from me, force me to accept certain things I don't want to accept, now you're taking away my right to feel unhappy. You want to have friends, you shouldn't have forced me to meet them with you every single time. You want to have friends, I want nothing to do with them.
You know what? I don't want to try anymore. No more Zouk. I once gave you a choice, and I see you've made that choice last night. Again.
I fully understand. You can go do whatever you want, meet whoever you want, go ahead. I won't care anymore. I can just throw myself into work, into studies, and into my part-time work, so you can meet them ALL YOU WANT without forcing me to go along.
Just don't expect me to give you a good attitude after that.
I'll tell you the reason why I took up this night job. Part of it was because I needed the money. Major part of it was to escape from you. From your chains. From your clutches. From your friends.
Just last night after a hot shower, I had to resort to squatting down in the bathroom with my arms around my knees, dripping wet, staring at my reflection on the wet floor, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet. Splashing my reflection with tears. Hiding in the bathroom so you wouldn't see my sadness.
Still, you saw today, and made a big deal out of it.
On a side note, though, if meeting them without me feels so hollow, why meet them in the first place? You told me before that you didn't like meeting them. Just to entertain them? To keep the group together? Why keep together a group you don't even like? And drag your girlfriend into it?
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Urgh
The world is so filled with morons.
Like the standard Anonymous-posting-anonymously in people's blogs. The more widely read your blog is, the higher the possibility of this happening. Ever see the comments section of celebrity bloggers? They have more than their share of this kind of people.
Which can only mean one thing. I'm widely read! Either that or you guys have been incredibly celibate and love my kissing background wallpaper so much.
Anyway, all morons have almost the same trait, that is no matter how many times you explain something to them, they can't get it past their carrot-stuffed ears. They just like annoying you and then watching your mouth move without really listening to you.
So by standards, after the first few hundred times of the same explaination, you can stop explaining to morons like them, because you know they won't listen anyway.
I am the blog mistress. They are the blog morons. And because I am such a kind and gracious blog mistress, I let them publish whatever they want, with the exceptions of senseless vulgarities.
Other than anonymous blog-morons, you get forum morons. And Friendster morons, and wholivesnearyou morons.
Forum morons, I don't have to elaborate. There are a few in every forum, who go into every thread to instigate wars and turn the entire forum into a battlefield.
Friendster morons are the one who ignore Friendster's house-rules and freely add anyone and everyone in sight without even having the courtesy of messaging you first to better aquaint themselves with you. They are the ones who add millions and billions of people that they don't know well, and open millions and billions of friendster accounts, and adding the same people in each and every account.
Then there are the wholivesnearyou morons. From personal experience, these are the most annoying ones. From the numerous, numerous, numerous times that I've posted about this issue, you can see that it IS a very serious problem.
I'm still getting those kind of private messages near to every day. At first it seemed fun, because I could make fun of them here. After awhile, it seems that everyone is basically using the same lines. "hi can be frens ma?" "hihi" "hello care to chat?" "*really weird proposals like car rides and picnics*"
I realise that age makes no difference as well. An 18-year-old can make so much more sense than a 37-year-old. An 18-year-old can offer a stimulating and intelligent conversation, while a all a (let's be fair, say.. 24) 24 year-old can come up with is "hi can we b frnz".
I'm really sick of them already. Dudes, morons, can you guys come up with somthing fresh and original? Not that it'd help, seeing as most of you don't really read profiles before chatting up a total stranger, but at least you won't disgust us on behalf of the smellier sex.
There are the nice people who not only read my profile, but even my blog, and PM me to tell me how they understand me. These, I don't mind. In fact we can become good friends. And why is that so? Why do they get different treatment?
Because they're not as moronic as most of the WLNY population.
Moral of the story: If you're a moron, stop messaging me. If I am not replying civilly, you probably fall in the category of morons, and you should just lock yourself inside your room and not go out in case you scare the children.
The world is so filled with morons.
Like the standard Anonymous-posting-anonymously in people's blogs. The more widely read your blog is, the higher the possibility of this happening. Ever see the comments section of celebrity bloggers? They have more than their share of this kind of people.
Which can only mean one thing. I'm widely read! Either that or you guys have been incredibly celibate and love my kissing background wallpaper so much.
Anyway, all morons have almost the same trait, that is no matter how many times you explain something to them, they can't get it past their carrot-stuffed ears. They just like annoying you and then watching your mouth move without really listening to you.
So by standards, after the first few hundred times of the same explaination, you can stop explaining to morons like them, because you know they won't listen anyway.
I am the blog mistress. They are the blog morons. And because I am such a kind and gracious blog mistress, I let them publish whatever they want, with the exceptions of senseless vulgarities.
Other than anonymous blog-morons, you get forum morons. And Friendster morons, and wholivesnearyou morons.
Forum morons, I don't have to elaborate. There are a few in every forum, who go into every thread to instigate wars and turn the entire forum into a battlefield.
Friendster morons are the one who ignore Friendster's house-rules and freely add anyone and everyone in sight without even having the courtesy of messaging you first to better aquaint themselves with you. They are the ones who add millions and billions of people that they don't know well, and open millions and billions of friendster accounts, and adding the same people in each and every account.
Then there are the wholivesnearyou morons. From personal experience, these are the most annoying ones. From the numerous, numerous, numerous times that I've posted about this issue, you can see that it IS a very serious problem.
I'm still getting those kind of private messages near to every day. At first it seemed fun, because I could make fun of them here. After awhile, it seems that everyone is basically using the same lines. "hi can be frens ma?" "hihi" "hello care to chat?" "*really weird proposals like car rides and picnics*"
I realise that age makes no difference as well. An 18-year-old can make so much more sense than a 37-year-old. An 18-year-old can offer a stimulating and intelligent conversation, while a all a (let's be fair, say.. 24) 24 year-old can come up with is "hi can we b frnz".
I'm really sick of them already. Dudes, morons, can you guys come up with somthing fresh and original? Not that it'd help, seeing as most of you don't really read profiles before chatting up a total stranger, but at least you won't disgust us on behalf of the smellier sex.
There are the nice people who not only read my profile, but even my blog, and PM me to tell me how they understand me. These, I don't mind. In fact we can become good friends. And why is that so? Why do they get different treatment?
Because they're not as moronic as most of the WLNY population.
Moral of the story: If you're a moron, stop messaging me. If I am not replying civilly, you probably fall in the category of morons, and you should just lock yourself inside your room and not go out in case you scare the children.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
天真
如果生命能再给我一个机会，如果一切可以重来，我想要天真无邪的去爱。
那天在小学朋友的生日聚会看到朋友一个个如此爱的那么深，那么天真，还在相信自己能够和身边的人天长地久，真的很羡慕。
本身自小就谈过无数的恋爱，觉得自己已经看破了红尘，不会让自己受到太多伤害，所以把自己给封起来。后来渐渐的学会了如果不冒险就永远找不到真爱的道理，所以把已经紧紧封锁的心渐渐的放开。
但是已经封锁那么多年的自己，不知为何的总是不能完全放开。可能是因为知道如果完全放开就是给自己一个机会再次的受伤，也可能是已经成为了一种习惯，所以永远的活在担惊受怕的日子。
如果生命可以重演，我还是会选择曾经天真的爱过，曾经天真的被伤过，也曾经天真的把自己封锁起来。我不曾后悔这样活过，因为它使我学会了更坚强。
现在年于二十岁的我，还是很天真的好想，好想，再次天真的重新去爱过。
也许这辈子都再也不会有这个机会了吧。
如果生命能再给我一个机会，如果一切可以重来，我想要天真无邪的去爱。
那天在小学朋友的生日聚会看到朋友一个个如此爱的那么深，那么天真，还在相信自己能够和身边的人天长地久，真的很羡慕。
本身自小就谈过无数的恋爱，觉得自己已经看破了红尘，不会让自己受到太多伤害，所以把自己给封起来。后来渐渐的学会了如果不冒险就永远找不到真爱的道理，所以把已经紧紧封锁的心渐渐的放开。
但是已经封锁那么多年的自己，不知为何的总是不能完全放开。可能是因为知道如果完全放开就是给自己一个机会再次的受伤，也可能是已经成为了一种习惯，所以永远的活在担惊受怕的日子。
如果生命可以重演，我还是会选择曾经天真的爱过，曾经天真的被伤过，也曾经天真的把自己封锁起来。我不曾后悔这样活过，因为它使我学会了更坚强。
现在年于二十岁的我，还是很天真的好想，好想，再次天真的重新去爱过。
也许这辈子都再也不会有这个机会了吧。
Shattered
Random squawk: Mixed thoughts and jumbled confusion up ahead. I strongly discourage you guys from reading it.
Have you ever had a dream for something big in your life?
Have you ever had a choice to make that dream come true?
Have you ever been faced with a choice of shattering your own dream in someone else's hands?
He keeps saying I've changed. The only answer I can find is that a person can only bear with certain things for so long before he/she explodes.
He's changed too. I used to laugh at my ex-colleague for having such a possessive husband, who gives her hell if she sits in someone else's car. When asked, I'd say my boyfriend trusts me completely.
After DW's case, there were suddenly chains on my hands and legs. Every single move was to be reported. Who I met, where I'm going, where I am, what I'm doing.
I tolerated it. And because I told him everything there was to say, leaving nothing out, I expected him to return me the courtesy he asked of me. But it wasn't to be. All along, there were loopholes in his words. I just didn't think they mattered. Now I know that the loopholes are the most important ones. Unless I specifically asked a question, he would not have told me anything.
I always thought we were special. We are so many things that other couples aren't. Until he insisted that we weren't special. Which meant that we could easily find someone else to replace each other. Which also meant that if we do get married, it'd be a marriage of convenience, not because we were special.
Ask yourself. Why do you want to get married? So you can put a heavier chain on me? So you can do anything you like because I don't believe in divorce? No point getting a house of our own also, because there won't be a house of our own.
So what is it?
And marriage isn't something you rush into no matter how old you are. There must be the foundation of love and trust, of which trust is at completely ground zero now. You character comes into question as well. Will we still be able to tolerate each other even after we grow old and grey?
Beauty fades, only inner beauty remains.
I haven't come to a conclusion whether I am prepared to give up my dream right now, so unless you can do anything about it, best not to talk to me about marriage right now.
When you get into a relationship, there are sacrifices you have to make to keep the relationship alive. It's not all roses and rain. You don't get to keep everything you want. I've learnt that way before you did.
I never did know what jaded means, until recently. I don't feel anything. Not even numbness. Just a mechanical "whrrr whrrr" inside.
Uncomfortable, though.
P.S: Just a warning though, there is nothing to dislike about my family. If I hear anything bad about my family, ever, including the entire Tan clan(Leeling jiejie and jie fu included), that's it. This applies to everyone I know. If I hear anything bad about them, fuck civilisation, you're gonna get it BAD.
Random squawk: Mixed thoughts and jumbled confusion up ahead. I strongly discourage you guys from reading it.
Have you ever had a dream for something big in your life?
Have you ever had a choice to make that dream come true?
Have you ever been faced with a choice of shattering your own dream in someone else's hands?
He keeps saying I've changed. The only answer I can find is that a person can only bear with certain things for so long before he/she explodes.
He's changed too. I used to laugh at my ex-colleague for having such a possessive husband, who gives her hell if she sits in someone else's car. When asked, I'd say my boyfriend trusts me completely.
After DW's case, there were suddenly chains on my hands and legs. Every single move was to be reported. Who I met, where I'm going, where I am, what I'm doing.
I tolerated it. And because I told him everything there was to say, leaving nothing out, I expected him to return me the courtesy he asked of me. But it wasn't to be. All along, there were loopholes in his words. I just didn't think they mattered. Now I know that the loopholes are the most important ones. Unless I specifically asked a question, he would not have told me anything.
I always thought we were special. We are so many things that other couples aren't. Until he insisted that we weren't special. Which meant that we could easily find someone else to replace each other. Which also meant that if we do get married, it'd be a marriage of convenience, not because we were special.
Ask yourself. Why do you want to get married? So you can put a heavier chain on me? So you can do anything you like because I don't believe in divorce? No point getting a house of our own also, because there won't be a house of our own.
So what is it?
And marriage isn't something you rush into no matter how old you are. There must be the foundation of love and trust, of which trust is at completely ground zero now. You character comes into question as well. Will we still be able to tolerate each other even after we grow old and grey?
Beauty fades, only inner beauty remains.
I haven't come to a conclusion whether I am prepared to give up my dream right now, so unless you can do anything about it, best not to talk to me about marriage right now.
When you get into a relationship, there are sacrifices you have to make to keep the relationship alive. It's not all roses and rain. You don't get to keep everything you want. I've learnt that way before you did.
I never did know what jaded means, until recently. I don't feel anything. Not even numbness. Just a mechanical "whrrr whrrr" inside.
Uncomfortable, though.
P.S: Just a warning though, there is nothing to dislike about my family. If I hear anything bad about my family, ever, including the entire Tan clan(Leeling jiejie and jie fu included), that's it. This applies to everyone I know. If I hear anything bad about them, fuck civilisation, you're gonna get it BAD.
Monday, June 18, 2007
All Chained Up
Random squawk: I'm sure his friends who have been monitering my blog will be very happy with this post. Enjoy this while you can, m***********
If you want to chain me up. at least keep guard at the chains.
Don't chain me up and walk off, leaving me to deal with the loneliness, because I will eventually start to chew on the chains.
Remember why you made that promise in the first place. Now I see you've changed your choice.
Then I see no future for us.
As quoted from Beyonce's Irreplacable: "Since I'm not your everything, how about I be nothing, nothing at all to you"
Random squawk: I'm sure his friends who have been monitering my blog will be very happy with this post. Enjoy this while you can, m***********
If you want to chain me up. at least keep guard at the chains.
Don't chain me up and walk off, leaving me to deal with the loneliness, because I will eventually start to chew on the chains.
Remember why you made that promise in the first place. Now I see you've changed your choice.
Then I see no future for us.
As quoted from Beyonce's Irreplacable: "Since I'm not your everything, how about I be nothing, nothing at all to you"
Sunday, June 17, 2007
I don't know what kind of title this post deserves so...
It's 5 in the morning and I am.. kind of lonely, kind of depressed, kind of have the desire to run away, kind of think I shouldn't be blogging about this because it'd get me into trouble again but thinking, what the heck right?
Mumble jumble.
I found a part-time night job with really flexible hours and relatively high pay.
I thought we were strong enough for me to trust him and leave him alone because I don't want to have to keep watch over him for the rest of our relationship.
And the first night I was working, he went out and broke a promise.
Oh yay. Woo-fucking-hoo.
Don't want to divulge too much here in case some c***s******c***b***m*****n****t****p*******c*****d*** enjoy themselves at me and Lazy's relationship's expanse.
Seriously? It takes two hands to clap. So I fucking hate you ALL. Including the very patronizing YOU.
"Giving you my trust is like putting my hand in yours. If you hurt it, I'm taking it back."
Hell yea I am.
It's 5 in the morning and I am.. kind of lonely, kind of depressed, kind of have the desire to run away, kind of think I shouldn't be blogging about this because it'd get me into trouble again but thinking, what the heck right?
Mumble jumble.
I found a part-time night job with really flexible hours and relatively high pay.
I thought we were strong enough for me to trust him and leave him alone because I don't want to have to keep watch over him for the rest of our relationship.
And the first night I was working, he went out and broke a promise.
Oh yay. Woo-fucking-hoo.
Don't want to divulge too much here in case some c***s******c***b***m*****n****t****p*******c*****d*** enjoy themselves at me and Lazy's relationship's expanse.
Seriously? It takes two hands to clap. So I fucking hate you ALL. Including the very patronizing YOU.
"Giving you my trust is like putting my hand in yours. If you hurt it, I'm taking it back."
Hell yea I am.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Gee, thanks
I was kind of messing around online just now because Lazy fell asleep and I'm way too awake to be even slightly sleepy.
I was online chatting to a certain Mr Nice Guy *ahem*Edwin*ahem* when he told me about a site called the BlogStars.org.
You guys know me, I don't like joining whatever blog rings, or clubs, or advertise my blog everywhere like so many people do. I write purely because I like to write, and because I wanted to keep my friends (and people who get to know me through reading my blog) updated about my wonderfully interesting (sorry I had to use that link, it just kind of stuck with me after a comment made by SW) life.
Anyways, after browsing through the website for about 5 minutes, I realised that there was a familiar name at the side of the window. See? There! That's it!
JAZZYME! That's me, by the way.
We'll be getting some new readers (Hi, you guys!) so I'm going to give ALL of you (including you old readers) the low-down on this blog. Firstly, I need to apologise for the crap in my earliest posts. I was young and fairly new to blogging, maybe not even sure what a blog is for, so I was misled into thinking that blogs are for entertainment purposes (I blame you, LCM).
After the period of crap I started showing bits of myself here and there. Maybe it was because I had no one to talk to, more and more started showing up. Over the years my writings have matured (not much, though), and more and more of my thinking started to change. Perhaps you can call it a documentation of myself growing up.
I still laugh at myself whenever I read some old posts of mine, but some of them have lost their entertainment value because the pictures are gone due to some #$*%@ image hosting site that made me $%#$% lose most of my pictures.
You know what? Scrape that. Bottomline: Don't read my older posts.
Anyways, because Mr Nice Guy recommended my blog to the website (without my permission) I am going to recommend his business in my blog (without his permission)!
Introducing, http://www.FleaBusiness.com/ !
You know those flea markets you find during weekends at Far East Square or China Square Central? You don't? *whacks you on the head* What are you waiting for? They're fun and nostalgic, not to mention most of them are dirt cheap too.
I used to think of setting up my own flea market stall, before I got so busy with life. It'd be so much fun! Guys, seriously, you should try it. If you need someone to share a stall with, you know who to look for!
Seriously. I suck at advertising. Sorry Edwin!
I was kind of messing around online just now because Lazy fell asleep and I'm way too awake to be even slightly sleepy.
I was online chatting to a certain Mr Nice Guy *ahem*Edwin*ahem* when he told me about a site called the BlogStars.org.
You guys know me, I don't like joining whatever blog rings, or clubs, or advertise my blog everywhere like so many people do. I write purely because I like to write, and because I wanted to keep my friends (and people who get to know me through reading my blog) updated about my wonderfully interesting (sorry I had to use that link, it just kind of stuck with me after a comment made by SW) life.
Anyways, after browsing through the website for about 5 minutes, I realised that there was a familiar name at the side of the window. See? There! That's it!
JAZZYME! That's me, by the way.
We'll be getting some new readers (Hi, you guys!) so I'm going to give ALL of you (including you old readers) the low-down on this blog. Firstly, I need to apologise for the crap in my earliest posts. I was young and fairly new to blogging, maybe not even sure what a blog is for, so I was misled into thinking that blogs are for entertainment purposes (I blame you, LCM).
After the period of crap I started showing bits of myself here and there. Maybe it was because I had no one to talk to, more and more started showing up. Over the years my writings have matured (not much, though), and more and more of my thinking started to change. Perhaps you can call it a documentation of myself growing up.
I still laugh at myself whenever I read some old posts of mine, but some of them have lost their entertainment value because the pictures are gone due to some #$*%@ image hosting site that made me $%#$% lose most of my pictures.
You know what? Scrape that. Bottomline: Don't read my older posts.
Anyways, because Mr Nice Guy recommended my blog to the website (without my permission) I am going to recommend his business in my blog (without his permission)!
Introducing, http://www.FleaBusiness.com/ !
You know those flea markets you find during weekends at Far East Square or China Square Central? You don't? *whacks you on the head* What are you waiting for? They're fun and nostalgic, not to mention most of them are dirt cheap too.
I used to think of setting up my own flea market stall, before I got so busy with life. It'd be so much fun! Guys, seriously, you should try it. If you need someone to share a stall with, you know who to look for!
Seriously. I suck at advertising. Sorry Edwin!
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Bored at home
Random squawk: Have I told you that I'm currently not working? Long story. I'm looking for an office-hours job now. Anyone has lobang?
Yeap, it's exactly as the title says. Thank goodness we have the Starhub Cablevision now, or I'll really be bored to death.
While we're on this topic, I have some comments to share.
Before cable TV came along, the Lazy and I used to spend lazy evenings renting DVDs and watching them at home, or downloading cartoons like South Park, Family Guy and Futurama. Much of the fun was in the wait for the cartoons to finish downloading, and it was awesome when an episode had finished downloading and we could spend half an hour cuddling together watching them.
Or on a particularly lazy night when we don't even feel like going out to rent DVDs and the cartoons aren't downloaded yet, we'd be playing PS2. Well actually he'd be playing, and I'd be searching online for cheats. Heh.
That was fun.
Not that I don't like having cable TV now, but it takes away the fun of waiting and having to search for some nice DVDs. Most of the time now our eyes are glued to the set.
Maybe sometimes the simple life is just so much better.
We still do have fun now, like cooking our dinner together and munching away in front of the TV.
Lazy, the great shishamo cooker.
And let me tell you something. Lazy's shishamos are totally out of this world! And I'm the only one who gets to eat! Haha.
Anyways, I don't believe I've told you that my YELLOW MENACE IS BACK ON THE ROAD!!!!? Yea, Dante baby's BACK!
However, my workshop made a mistake. An awfully big and obvious one at that.
See the difference?
At first sight, yellow seemed nice. But when you look at it long enough, it's disgusting. Black is so much nicer.
Law says that it's only a small thing, and maybe I'll grow to like it. I told him that the front mudguard of a bike is like the shoes of a woman. If a colour doesn't match, we'll try on another dozen pairs until we find the right one that matches whatever we're wearing. And yes, I am a woman, so I'll nag and nag and nag at my workshop until they get me the right colour.
Dante's engines are running smoothly and perfectly, his petrol comsumption is amazingly low as well. The only thing that worries me is the brakes. I've just changed brake pads and they're not working as well yet, I need to wear them out a little before they start working to their full potential. And the brake lever's way too close to the handlebars.
I think I'm going to make a trip down to Ubi to correct it today.
Paying for Dante's hospitalisation and medical bills has left me broke. I desperately need a job or a source of income. Any companies with an opening wants to hire a certain blog-mistress?
I don't mind part-time because once I get my diploma next year I'm going to change jobs anyway, unless the company decides to make full use of my diploma (and provide me the benefits as well). I'm also looking forward to having free cash in my hand again so I can get this...
Doesn't look like much but it's one of my favourite. Gucci sunglasses going at $430. I'm also in love with another one of Oakleys, going at $330.
Anybody kind enough to get them for me?
Random squawk: Have I told you that I'm currently not working? Long story. I'm looking for an office-hours job now. Anyone has lobang?
Yeap, it's exactly as the title says. Thank goodness we have the Starhub Cablevision now, or I'll really be bored to death.
While we're on this topic, I have some comments to share.
Before cable TV came along, the Lazy and I used to spend lazy evenings renting DVDs and watching them at home, or downloading cartoons like South Park, Family Guy and Futurama. Much of the fun was in the wait for the cartoons to finish downloading, and it was awesome when an episode had finished downloading and we could spend half an hour cuddling together watching them.
Or on a particularly lazy night when we don't even feel like going out to rent DVDs and the cartoons aren't downloaded yet, we'd be playing PS2. Well actually he'd be playing, and I'd be searching online for cheats. Heh.
That was fun.
Not that I don't like having cable TV now, but it takes away the fun of waiting and having to search for some nice DVDs. Most of the time now our eyes are glued to the set.
Maybe sometimes the simple life is just so much better.
We still do have fun now, like cooking our dinner together and munching away in front of the TV.
Lazy, the great shishamo cooker.
And let me tell you something. Lazy's shishamos are totally out of this world! And I'm the only one who gets to eat! Haha.
Anyways, I don't believe I've told you that my YELLOW MENACE IS BACK ON THE ROAD!!!!? Yea, Dante baby's BACK!
However, my workshop made a mistake. An awfully big and obvious one at that.
See the difference?
At first sight, yellow seemed nice. But when you look at it long enough, it's disgusting. Black is so much nicer.
Law says that it's only a small thing, and maybe I'll grow to like it. I told him that the front mudguard of a bike is like the shoes of a woman. If a colour doesn't match, we'll try on another dozen pairs until we find the right one that matches whatever we're wearing. And yes, I am a woman, so I'll nag and nag and nag at my workshop until they get me the right colour.
Dante's engines are running smoothly and perfectly, his petrol comsumption is amazingly low as well. The only thing that worries me is the brakes. I've just changed brake pads and they're not working as well yet, I need to wear them out a little before they start working to their full potential. And the brake lever's way too close to the handlebars.
I think I'm going to make a trip down to Ubi to correct it today.
Paying for Dante's hospitalisation and medical bills has left me broke. I desperately need a job or a source of income. Any companies with an opening wants to hire a certain blog-mistress?
I don't mind part-time because once I get my diploma next year I'm going to change jobs anyway, unless the company decides to make full use of my diploma (and provide me the benefits as well). I'm also looking forward to having free cash in my hand again so I can get this...
Doesn't look like much but it's one of my favourite. Gucci sunglasses going at $430. I'm also in love with another one of Oakleys, going at $330.
Anybody kind enough to get them for me?
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Pak Tor Night (Safari)
Guess where Lazy took me the weekend he booked out?
It was just a simple dinner on Friday night, and then on Saturday...
We went to the Night Safari!
Lazy hasn't been there before, and I was there when I was very, very young and all I remember was that there were a lot of trees. So it was pretty much an eye-opening experience for the both of us.
Before we entered the entrance, there were a bunch of crazy people dancing with fire near the Ulu Ulu restaurant.
Like, what the heck?
First stop was at the Forest Giants' Trail, where I think they were showcasing.... trees. That's probably the trail I remembered from young.
It was so dark and it seemed such a crime to use flash on our cameras (it hurts the animals' eyes, mind you) that I couldn't get any decent pictures.
This is supposed to be a tiger. See if you can spot the stripes.
There were also stringent walking trails and tram ride trails, and they both go different ways, so we missed out on a couple of exhibits.
But I caught these amazingly cooperative animals who weren't shy at all, standing around in full view. Because my camera sucked, I could only aim it in the general direction, pray that they're somehow in view and snap, and then come back to digitally enhance the pictures.
The hippos.
The giant flying squirrel.
Raccoons, maybe?
Otters, and very noisy ones at that. Lazy actually didn't know that otters take to the water.
My personal favourite, owls.
If I have not forgotten, this should be a flying fox. They're damn cute (and damn big, and damn NOT shy).
The rest of the pictures were simply too dark to even make out anything.
After touring around most of the walkable parts of the park, we went for the Creatures of the Night show.
Waiting in line..
While the show was going on, the presenter suddenly announced that they lost one of their animals. It sparked off a frantic search amongst the audience (that's us) and suddenly, someone behind me started screaming and pushing everyone in sight.
It was actually one of the presenters, trying to get us to panic. They opened one trapdoor on the other side of the audience, found nothing, then came to open a trapdoor right underneath me. And you know what they found?
A reticulated python. Of course, it was all part of the show, to make the audience (that's us) feel more involved. Which basically means, all throughout the enjoying the show there was a reticulated python beneath me.
Nice.
After the show, we went outside where there was a corner were we were able to take pictures with some of the awesome animals. For a nominal fee towards the conservaton of the animals, of course.
Can you spot the little darling?
There she is!
This cute little fella just laid there and let me molest it in any way I liked.
And this playful little thing just wanted a snuggle, which the handler did right after we had our photo taken.
Isn't he sweet?
Guess where Lazy took me the weekend he booked out?
It was just a simple dinner on Friday night, and then on Saturday...
We went to the Night Safari!
Lazy hasn't been there before, and I was there when I was very, very young and all I remember was that there were a lot of trees. So it was pretty much an eye-opening experience for the both of us.
Before we entered the entrance, there were a bunch of crazy people dancing with fire near the Ulu Ulu restaurant.
Like, what the heck?
First stop was at the Forest Giants' Trail, where I think they were showcasing.... trees. That's probably the trail I remembered from young.
It was so dark and it seemed such a crime to use flash on our cameras (it hurts the animals' eyes, mind you) that I couldn't get any decent pictures.
This is supposed to be a tiger. See if you can spot the stripes.
There were also stringent walking trails and tram ride trails, and they both go different ways, so we missed out on a couple of exhibits.
But I caught these amazingly cooperative animals who weren't shy at all, standing around in full view. Because my camera sucked, I could only aim it in the general direction, pray that they're somehow in view and snap, and then come back to digitally enhance the pictures.
The hippos.
The giant flying squirrel.
Raccoons, maybe?
Otters, and very noisy ones at that. Lazy actually didn't know that otters take to the water.
My personal favourite, owls.
If I have not forgotten, this should be a flying fox. They're damn cute (and damn big, and damn NOT shy).
The rest of the pictures were simply too dark to even make out anything.
After touring around most of the walkable parts of the park, we went for the Creatures of the Night show.
Waiting in line..
While the show was going on, the presenter suddenly announced that they lost one of their animals. It sparked off a frantic search amongst the audience (that's us) and suddenly, someone behind me started screaming and pushing everyone in sight.
It was actually one of the presenters, trying to get us to panic. They opened one trapdoor on the other side of the audience, found nothing, then came to open a trapdoor right underneath me. And you know what they found?
A reticulated python. Of course, it was all part of the show, to make the audience (that's us) feel more involved. Which basically means, all throughout the enjoying the show there was a reticulated python beneath me.
Nice.
After the show, we went outside where there was a corner were we were able to take pictures with some of the awesome animals. For a nominal fee towards the conservaton of the animals, of course.
Can you spot the little darling?
There she is!
This cute little fella just laid there and let me molest it in any way I liked.
And this playful little thing just wanted a snuggle, which the handler did right after we had our photo taken.
Isn't he sweet?
Monday, June 11, 2007
Sweet
Random squawk: Photobucket is down! Argh! Just when I needed to host photos. They'd better be up and running soon, I've got thousands of photos hosted there.
While talking to sweet Quek Quek online about plans for the old 346 meetup today,
"need my help share burden ma?"
"it's ok.
thanks for the thought though
next time u plan"
"jia you, nu qiang ren"
"^-^"
Random squawk: Photobucket is down! Argh! Just when I needed to host photos. They'd better be up and running soon, I've got thousands of photos hosted there.
While talking to sweet Quek Quek online about plans for the old 346 meetup today,
"need my help share burden ma?"
"it's ok.
thanks for the thought though
next time u plan"
"jia you, nu qiang ren"
"^-^"
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Disappointed
I was supposed to pick up my Dante today. But thanks to a certain mechanic, I made a worthless trip to Ubi, waited for a few hours, made a fruitless trip to Sin Ming and then back home again.
I am sick of waiting. Tell me, since when did a paintjob for a Mito take 2 whole months?
Argh.
Lazy's coming back tomorrow. I'm having my practical 3 for the 4th time tomorrow. Everything happens tomorrow.
I can't wait.
On a side note, Ms Anonymous is back. Yay~! Now I have someone to laugh at every now and then again.
I was supposed to pick up my Dante today. But thanks to a certain mechanic, I made a worthless trip to Ubi, waited for a few hours, made a fruitless trip to Sin Ming and then back home again.
I am sick of waiting. Tell me, since when did a paintjob for a Mito take 2 whole months?
Argh.
Lazy's coming back tomorrow. I'm having my practical 3 for the 4th time tomorrow. Everything happens tomorrow.
I can't wait.
On a side note, Ms Anonymous is back. Yay~! Now I have someone to laugh at every now and then again.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Listen up all current friends, and friends-to-be
I am SICK and TIRED of having friends close to me fall in love with me, and expect me to do something about it.
I am SICK and TIRED of making friends, getting close, and then losing them one by one because of their uncontrollable feelings.
Every single time the same scenario happens. We meet, we make friends, we spend time together and get close, he falls in love with me, I make things clear that I am unavailable, they get angry and leave in a huff.
I can't give them what it is that they want. So to save time and effort, they stop contacting me. Or blow up at me and expect me to suck it up and act like I owe something to them.
Whatever happened to good old friendship?
All I want is a good friend, or a couple of them, is that so very hard?
Mr Famous once told me that things cannot be pushed, that I can't just deliberately go out and look for close friends, that I should just let nature run its course. And I did.
And look at what's happening.
Of course his advice holds true, but it's just that I am getting really tired of trying.
And I feel so lonely now.
So lonely.
I am SICK and TIRED of having friends close to me fall in love with me, and expect me to do something about it.
I am SICK and TIRED of making friends, getting close, and then losing them one by one because of their uncontrollable feelings.
Every single time the same scenario happens. We meet, we make friends, we spend time together and get close, he falls in love with me, I make things clear that I am unavailable, they get angry and leave in a huff.
I can't give them what it is that they want. So to save time and effort, they stop contacting me. Or blow up at me and expect me to suck it up and act like I owe something to them.
Whatever happened to good old friendship?
All I want is a good friend, or a couple of them, is that so very hard?
Mr Famous once told me that things cannot be pushed, that I can't just deliberately go out and look for close friends, that I should just let nature run its course. And I did.
And look at what's happening.
Of course his advice holds true, but it's just that I am getting really tired of trying.
And I feel so lonely now.
So lonely.
Jam Packed Weekday (as well)
Random squawk: My muscles are aching all over from Sunday's basketball session. I also found out that my triceps (thanks for the heads up, Anon.!) have grown a lot bigger and harder.
Damn that low-paying company. Where else can you find a lowly-paid admin assistant who does manual labour as well?
Now that I'm not working anymore (long story), and Lazy's off for his reservist, I've been pretty much watching a LOT of TV to occupy my time.
However, if friends call to ask me out, that's another story altogether.
Take yesterday, for instance. After failing my 2A practical 3 for the third time, Kenny LCM called me up for a mahjong session, which I agreed without second thought.
He looks like Daniel Ong.
Dec 24 2004, the Christmas Mahjong at my house. For some of you who have been following my blog way before ImageShack were haywire on me, causing me to lose all my photos hosted with them, you'd remember this photo.
Anyways, here's a photo of him now.
Hasn't changed much, has he? Still as cute as he was 3 years ago.
That's Adel beside him, I only got to know her yesterday. And this other guy, Huijie, teammate of Kenny's I guess.
Four of us played three quarters of a round before JS arrived to take over my place and cheat his own teammates of their money.
Hiak hiak. We're very good tag-team players!
Immediately after that I went to meet CS and Atom for dinner at Yishun Central's 925 coffeeshop.
I was riding Lazy's wave, and both CS and Atom came to the conclusion that either the front tyre is punctured, or the rim is slanted. It was too dangerous for me to ride for long, so when Atom came up with the ridiculous idea of going into town at 9pm I decided to park Lazy's wave at my carpark and pillon with CS.
We went to the GAP at centrepoint where Atom works at, and went ballistic there.
While I was trying on some nice dresses, Atom and CS found a ridiculously long dress demanded that I try it on for their entertainment.
Nah, give you lah.
Atom says CS looks like a pimp in this picture.
The dress looked like a towel, but with some alterations it would be very nice. But at near $100 a pop, I'd much rather get a real big towel and wrap it around me for a fraction of the price.
Pictures at GAP today courtesy of Atom,
And pictures of my trying on the dress courtesy of CS,
... who helped us carry our stuff.
At GAP, I found an old friend of mine. When Atom called out his name, I did a double take just to be sure it was him, and it was.
One of the sweetest and most dedicated guy I ever know. I was so glad to see him again after so long.
Sweet YK.
Random squawk: My muscles are aching all over from Sunday's basketball session. I also found out that my triceps (thanks for the heads up, Anon.!) have grown a lot bigger and harder.
Damn that low-paying company. Where else can you find a lowly-paid admin assistant who does manual labour as well?
Now that I'm not working anymore (long story), and Lazy's off for his reservist, I've been pretty much watching a LOT of TV to occupy my time.
However, if friends call to ask me out, that's another story altogether.
Take yesterday, for instance. After failing my 2A practical 3 for the third time, Kenny LCM called me up for a mahjong session, which I agreed without second thought.
He looks like Daniel Ong.
Dec 24 2004, the Christmas Mahjong at my house. For some of you who have been following my blog way before ImageShack were haywire on me, causing me to lose all my photos hosted with them, you'd remember this photo.
Anyways, here's a photo of him now.
Hasn't changed much, has he? Still as cute as he was 3 years ago.
That's Adel beside him, I only got to know her yesterday. And this other guy, Huijie, teammate of Kenny's I guess.
Four of us played three quarters of a round before JS arrived to take over my place and cheat his own teammates of their money.
Hiak hiak. We're very good tag-team players!
Immediately after that I went to meet CS and Atom for dinner at Yishun Central's 925 coffeeshop.
I was riding Lazy's wave, and both CS and Atom came to the conclusion that either the front tyre is punctured, or the rim is slanted. It was too dangerous for me to ride for long, so when Atom came up with the ridiculous idea of going into town at 9pm I decided to park Lazy's wave at my carpark and pillon with CS.
We went to the GAP at centrepoint where Atom works at, and went ballistic there.
While I was trying on some nice dresses, Atom and CS found a ridiculously long dress demanded that I try it on for their entertainment.
Nah, give you lah.
Atom says CS looks like a pimp in this picture.
The dress looked like a towel, but with some alterations it would be very nice. But at near $100 a pop, I'd much rather get a real big towel and wrap it around me for a fraction of the price.
Pictures at GAP today courtesy of Atom,
And pictures of my trying on the dress courtesy of CS,
... who helped us carry our stuff.
At GAP, I found an old friend of mine. When Atom called out his name, I did a double take just to be sure it was him, and it was.
One of the sweetest and most dedicated guy I ever know. I was so glad to see him again after so long.
Sweet YK.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Jam Packed Weekend
Random squawk: I love Jeff Corwin.
Spent a well worth jam-packed weekend and both Lazy and I loved it!
It all kicked off with Joanna's 20th birthday bash on Friday.
No prize for guessing who this is.
Joanna turns 20 on June 1st, while her boyfriend turns 21 around there. So they held a chalet together, inviting pretty much everybody. Their families, their friends, the works.
And what do you get when that happens?
Absolute chaos. When Lazy and I arrived, the group of guys from Joanna's boyfriend's side kept staring at us, maybe mistaking Lazy for being one of Joanna's boyfriend's friends. From Joanna's side, she had her primary school friends, secondary school friends, some people from god-knows-where, and her entire family.
I, being classified under the primary school friends catergory, naturally remained in the chalet room with Michelle and Kalai, also from the same class in primary school. The rest of the people, including a couple of primary school friends who weren't close to us remained downstairs where the action was.
Anyways, they had their chaos downstairs, we had our chaos upstairs. Joanna came up to join us near the end of the BBQ. and we squeezed in a couple of pictures before we left.
This was the best.
Then on Saturday, I went for and failed my 2A prac 3 for the second time before going to the Max Pavilion at the Singapore Expo.
To attend the concert of the year,
The long awaited MAYDAY CONCERT!
YEAH! I LOVE MAYDAY!! GAHHHH!!!!!
*ahem*
Because CS couldn't utilise his ticket, we called up this bottomless pit,
Naruto
Who couldn't stop eating. He ate a pizza burger when we met, then a hotdog bun and a braised meat bun before the concert, and another hotdog bun right after the concert.
He must be really hungry.
My favourite brand for drinks.
Naruto's also a rider, like us, 'cept that he's a phantom rider.
We entered the concert hall without much fuss, after Naruto pointed out that it would be relatively easy to sneak in past the ticket collectors, what with all the chaos going on and only ticket collectors by the doors and a lot of space in between.
We got in too early.
A lot of people attended the concert. Even my cousin Kenneth, and I didn't know about it til today.
The crowd was enthusiatic too, with people screaming left, right, center whenever anybody walked on stage or when the lights dimmed.
After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, an angel appeared.
Him.
Ah Xin!!! The lead singer of Mayday.
Gradually, the rest of the badn appeared too.
I think this is Stone,
... the one who famously proposed to his girlfriend during one of their concerts? He's now a happily married man.
The concert was a success! I screamed so much that I think Naruto is slightly scared of me now.
The entire band. Ah Xin. Stone. Monster. Masa. Guan You. MAYDAY!!!
It was awesome. Totally, slur-inducingly, crotch wetting AWESOME.
On Sunday, we woke up early for the old 346 basketball gathering.
Lazy, Kun Rong and Gabriel.
There weren't many people, and the man of the hour (also known as the guy set the time at 11am and who's supposed to bring the ball) overslept.
Wilson.
Which meant we were literally ball-less for about an hour before we got someone else to join in (and bring the ball).
We started a game at 346 before deciding that it was simply too hot, and shifted over to 325.
After a couple more games between ourselves and with some kids hanging out there, we took a rest and the void deck of 325, waiting for Hock.
He arrived at 4pm. Nice.
Hock. Finally.
We played until about 6pm, went for dinner, a certain blog-mistress got arrowed to organize the next outing and then went back.
So between 7pm to 10pm we :-
- Went for a haircut
Lazy is going to kill me for posting these.
- Bought certain neccessities
- Had supper
- Went back to Lazy's place for him to pack his bags for a week-long stay in camp
Lazy's now at camp for his week-long reservist. My very sweet Lazy, knowing how much I like to see him in uniform, jerked down the blankets I had over my eyes when he turned on the lights. When I opened my eyes he was already in uniform.
Doesn't my Lazy look hot?
After a good few kisses and a big bear hug, he's off again.
So now, my handbag feels rather empty without his things squeezing in with mine. My ears are ringing with silence without him singing loudly every now and then. Now there's nobody to make me smile no matter what happens. Nobody to dance with at my/his void deck.
Argh.
Random squawk: I love Jeff Corwin.
Spent a well worth jam-packed weekend and both Lazy and I loved it!
It all kicked off with Joanna's 20th birthday bash on Friday.
No prize for guessing who this is.
Joanna turns 20 on June 1st, while her boyfriend turns 21 around there. So they held a chalet together, inviting pretty much everybody. Their families, their friends, the works.
And what do you get when that happens?
Absolute chaos. When Lazy and I arrived, the group of guys from Joanna's boyfriend's side kept staring at us, maybe mistaking Lazy for being one of Joanna's boyfriend's friends. From Joanna's side, she had her primary school friends, secondary school friends, some people from god-knows-where, and her entire family.
I, being classified under the primary school friends catergory, naturally remained in the chalet room with Michelle and Kalai, also from the same class in primary school. The rest of the people, including a couple of primary school friends who weren't close to us remained downstairs where the action was.
Anyways, they had their chaos downstairs, we had our chaos upstairs. Joanna came up to join us near the end of the BBQ. and we squeezed in a couple of pictures before we left.
This was the best.
Then on Saturday, I went for and failed my 2A prac 3 for the second time before going to the Max Pavilion at the Singapore Expo.
To attend the concert of the year,
The long awaited MAYDAY CONCERT!
YEAH! I LOVE MAYDAY!! GAHHHH!!!!!
*ahem*
Because CS couldn't utilise his ticket, we called up this bottomless pit,
Naruto
Who couldn't stop eating. He ate a pizza burger when we met, then a hotdog bun and a braised meat bun before the concert, and another hotdog bun right after the concert.
He must be really hungry.
My favourite brand for drinks.
Naruto's also a rider, like us, 'cept that he's a phantom rider.
We entered the concert hall without much fuss, after Naruto pointed out that it would be relatively easy to sneak in past the ticket collectors, what with all the chaos going on and only ticket collectors by the doors and a lot of space in between.
We got in too early.
A lot of people attended the concert. Even my cousin Kenneth, and I didn't know about it til today.
The crowd was enthusiatic too, with people screaming left, right, center whenever anybody walked on stage or when the lights dimmed.
After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, an angel appeared.
Him.
Ah Xin!!! The lead singer of Mayday.
Gradually, the rest of the badn appeared too.
I think this is Stone,
... the one who famously proposed to his girlfriend during one of their concerts? He's now a happily married man.
The concert was a success! I screamed so much that I think Naruto is slightly scared of me now.
The entire band. Ah Xin. Stone. Monster. Masa. Guan You. MAYDAY!!!
It was awesome. Totally, slur-inducingly, crotch wetting AWESOME.
On Sunday, we woke up early for the old 346 basketball gathering.
Lazy, Kun Rong and Gabriel.
There weren't many people, and the man of the hour (also known as the guy set the time at 11am and who's supposed to bring the ball) overslept.
Wilson.
Which meant we were literally ball-less for about an hour before we got someone else to join in (and bring the ball).
We started a game at 346 before deciding that it was simply too hot, and shifted over to 325.
After a couple more games between ourselves and with some kids hanging out there, we took a rest and the void deck of 325, waiting for Hock.
He arrived at 4pm. Nice.
Hock. Finally.
We played until about 6pm, went for dinner, a certain blog-mistress got arrowed to organize the next outing and then went back.
So between 7pm to 10pm we :-
- Went for a haircut
Lazy is going to kill me for posting these.
- Bought certain neccessities
- Had supper
- Went back to Lazy's place for him to pack his bags for a week-long stay in camp
Lazy's now at camp for his week-long reservist. My very sweet Lazy, knowing how much I like to see him in uniform, jerked down the blankets I had over my eyes when he turned on the lights. When I opened my eyes he was already in uniform.
Doesn't my Lazy look hot?
After a good few kisses and a big bear hug, he's off again.
So now, my handbag feels rather empty without his things squeezing in with mine. My ears are ringing with silence without him singing loudly every now and then. Now there's nobody to make me smile no matter what happens. Nobody to dance with at my/his void deck.
Argh.
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