Steamboat Birthday Bash


Like last year and every year, my birthday falls directly in the middle of Anthony and Roger. Roger's 26 years old on the 23rd of January, I'm 20 on the 26th, and Anthony's 20 on the 31st.

And also like last year, we had a birthday bash. Not a very big bash, more of a small affair concerning steamboat at Anthony's and a couple of friends from the wholivesnearyou bike thread.

Setting out, that would be Lazychoo in a bus.



And Anthony.


Checking out the Superman.

Why must I take pictures of Lazychoo and Anthony in a bus?

Because it's damn hard to get them to take buses together. Much less Roger, who has two bikes and a car.

We were on our way to get the groceries for the steamboat. But upon reaching Northpoint and meeting up with Daniel and CS, we headed immediately for the arcade, where Lazychoo won this:


Elvis Stitch Presley

On the first try. The indian family oohed and aahed at his spoil so much that we roughly figured that they've been trying for the same Stitch for quite some time now.

Here's Anthony cajoling Lazychoo to be violent,



And afterward getting quite violent himself.



Daniel and CS watching the violent show.



They just can't get enough of games, can they?



Naruto met up with us after the arcade session, and took the bus back to Anthony's house together with us.


Happy Naruto.

So we went back and messed around until most of the people arrived.


What's this?

Here's a picture of the dining table all set up nicely, waiting for the steamboat..



..which just so happens to have this damn scary face in the way of the view.

Lazychoo and a couple of the guys happily sat down and chatted while the rest of us got real busy. But nothing could keep them away a few minutes later when we started nagging at them to help out.

Ladies and gentlemen(ladies especially), this is a sight to behold! For the first time ever,



Guys who help out in the kitchen! Not one, not two, not three, but FIVE! (Anthony was busy mixing the drinks) Yours truly also helped out too. By being the resident photographer, because resident photographers don't have to get their hands all wet.



Lazychoo has skill.



This is a picture of the laid out table without the scary face in between the camera and the table.



Our combined presents,



Just minus away the shoe boxes.


Atom Ant


Princess Jasmine


Roger Rabbit

Anthony's trying to look taller than both of us. If he stood normally we'd create a Do-Re-Mi effect.

We're da CREW!!!



We got the shirts together while shopping with Anthony the other day. Anthony bought it for Roger as his birthday present, and we all conspired to freak him out, so we were clad in a jacket when he arrived, up to the point where he opened his present. Then all the Supermen and Superwomen came out.

Anyways, Roger got so freaked out he started acting cute.



Roger was in a great big rush because he had to go back to work, so before he left, we did the blowing of the candles and the cutting of the cake together.




This is not polygamy. That is not a wedding cake.

After Roger left we all just kind of hung around and watched TV while Anthony's brother Michael murdered the remaining food.



Yay~



There was supposed to be a rounding session after the steamboat, but we all ditched the idea after Anthony brought out the Martell. Lazychoo and Daniel went back to get Lazychoo's bottle of Chivas, while the rest of us trudged out into the cold, cold night to buy snacks and titbits to munch while watching DVD.





We all survived the first DVD, some KO-ed during the second, and by the third the only surviving ones were Lazychoo and I.

It was fun. Not the way I had imagined, but fun.

Prawn Fishing Family Outing


When Mom asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what I wanted, except for everyone to be as happy as they can be.

Our discussion led to our childhood, and soon we settled for one of my favourite childhood pastimes.

Prawn fishing.

Here's me the great big camwhore,



And here's a picture of my sister's ass,


Hi, Sis!

She is so going to kill me for that.

We finally arrived at the Jurong fishing pond after a series of unfortunate incidents following a feast of a dinner.



At the fish pond, we found many uncles standing in the same position.


Maybe when you stand like this all the female prawns will find you attractive and flock to you.

So my very own uncle decided to monkey-see-monkey-do.



And YAY!



We caught one!

After awhile it got too much for the restless Lazychoo to bear, so he started imitating the signboard at the road when we entered the area.



My sister went all around the area to look for prawns, but had no luck either.



While yours truly lounged around the area and did what she does best: Camwhore.


Oei, feet also can camwhore one hor.

Thanks to Mom and Dad who made this outing possible,



And to this wee little frog who kena bullied by both me and my sister. Thanks for taking a bit of the boredom away!



So at the end of the day, due to the floods in Malaysia they had a very limited supply of prawns. Which justifies the fact that we only caught this one miserable little prawn that's still sitting in my freezer now.

Reflections


Don't mind me, it's just birthday depression.


Today I am 20 years old.

Over the past year I have..




... done nothing worth mentioning this way.


And for the coming year I shall...



... do more things!

First Pet Outing for the Year


I know this is like, 4 days overdue but what the heck, right?

Friend of mine, April, just came back from Newcastle not long ago. Her parrot, Hiccups, a rose breasted cuckatoo or what most people call, a galah, was to be imported from there as well. Hiccups had to be quarantined before entering Singapore, just like any other animals have to be when entering the country.

We were all quite worried about Hiccups, given that we all don't know how the airport staff are going to handle him and he might be scared in the cold and dark airport for a few weeks.

When Hiccups finally came back, we organised an outing for him, along with some of the nice people at MOP (although some idiots turned up as well)(especially that fat annoying bitch).

Lazychoo drove his van back especially for this outing.

Here's Peaches in his carrier on the way to ECP where the outing was,



At the outing we got to meet some very nice people from MOP


That's Yuffie in the middle.

The thing about going to pet outings is that you get to see a lot of pets that you don't normally see on the streets, not to mention bring your own pets out for a walk in the sun.

This handsome chap is the MOP mascot. His name is Tyson.



This is Professor. He professes in stealing almonds from the snack container.



This is Tracy being bullied yet again by me.



This is the star of the show, Hiccups.




You looking at me?

Here's Dating having a sip of Yuffie's smoothie. Why Dating? Simple. Yuffie's real name is Ting. And her boyfriend's name is YiDa. So take Da + Ting = DaTing!

So lomantic~



Here's my Cash looking grumpy because of the irritating kids who were touching her tail (she hates that).



Overall shots..




Angel likes Peaches~

Mind Games


You know the thing about meeting up with people you haven't met in years and years is that when you do meet them, you realize how much you've grown up through those years.

Last night I met up with Fabian, Hansheng and the ex-coach of Maris Stella High.

I got to know them back when I was still in primary school. My primary school's girls' basketball team and their school's boys' team were on very good terms, so good that we'd go and cheer for each other's games even if it did not concern us at all.

But anyway, Fabian and Hansheng were the seniors of the boys' team. I got to know them when a couple of the boys from the team decided to get to know a couple of girls from my team better (myself not included, I just tagged alone for the heck of it).

I got on better with these two than with the boys from the team, so after we all seperated we still maintained an online connection (which wasn't very strong, come to think of it).

Anyhow, last week Hansheng/Patrick/Han/Pat Pat told me online that they were meeting up this week. And for unexplained reasons (meaning I don't want to talk about it) I decided to go. Which afterwards, looking back, I think was a great decision.

We met at Minds Cafe with me being late because I got lost for half an hour, and rounded the place looking for a place to park for another half an hour.

Minds cafe is a place where you actually pay to sit inside, enjoy the not-so-cooling air-con because of the cramped space and... play games.

They provide all sorts of board games. Whatever you can think of, they have it,. They also have lots of really inconspicuous games that nobody has ever heard of before, and the staff are all knowledgable enough to explain every single one, perhaps even introduce a new game to you.

Playing games with people you feel awkward with is a definate ice-breaker. After the first 10 minutes all inhabitations were lost as we indulged in childish games like Pictionary, some-game-that-looks-and-sounds-like-bluff-but-has-funny-looking-cards and some-game-that-involves grabbing-a-stick (oooh!).

Fabian and Mr Soo (the ex-Marist coach),



Playing the Pictionary game,



Hansheng and I,



Taking his other side because "the previous one looks fat",


Camwhore buddies.

Well, that was fun. Try it sometime. Minds cafe, on the second storey of Crab Word restaurant, Boat Quay.

Jamaican Accidents

Full Stop


Full stop's been there a long time ago.

As with any debate I have with people on the forums, Lazychoo is not involved in this. Only the most selfish of people would bring in the people around them.

Pointless.

*shrugs*

Warning


To those who don't stand in our shoes, who treats his friends like usables and make use of them,

To those who add on problems to other people's problems,

To those who don't know shit,


Don't say shit.


What happens when you pair up an arrogant, pushy, self-absorbant and overassuming boy and another super low self-esteem boy?

Ok Fine


The two killer words that prematurely ends a talk originally initiated to solve problems.

You said you would understand. But you didn't.

I lost the only person who could ever understand.

To those who are not in this relationship: Stay out of it. You wouldn't like it if I told your girlfriend how to handle you, would you? We already have enough problems on our own, thank you very much.

I don't tell the whole world about the things that I do, but that doesn't mean I don't do them. It's just that, you've been facing their side so much that you don't see the things I do. You don't feel the things I've experienced. You don't... understand.

I don't cry, but that doesn't mean I don't hurt.

I had a talk last night. Seems my blog is being monitered by "the powers that be". He was called up, which initiated a lovely talk that ended with a Ok Fine.

Ok Fine.

Let's let them get between us.

Let's.

Why?


Because they are the last remaining connection to your past (other than your family).

Why?

Because I know some of them very much preferred the past.

Why?

Because one of them has a connection to your past fairy tale.

Why?

Because you obviously value them far more.

Are you going to let them come between us?

Monotonous


That's what life has become. We all settle into a comfortable everyday routine that gets all too familiar after awhile.

Too familiar.

Some people, they want a simple life. They want to be simple people. But you know what? It is not our choice whether we are simple or have simple lives.

I'm different. I don't want a monotonous simple life. I want a life with lots of "winging", no plans, no stability, a so-called dangerous life. A life that's as complicated as it gets. I want an abstract life, full of adventure, and stories that I can wow my grandchildren with.

But sadly, not everyone gets what they want. I lead a relatively simple life, no matter how complicated I want it to be, and am a relatively simple person, no matter how complicated I make myself out to be. Or at least that's how I feel.

I've done stupid, stupid things that I regret and will be regretting for the rest of my life. This much I know. BUT, we all live through our regrets, wondering what could have been while hiding behind the mask of a seemingly innocent person.

Riding keeps me sane, because it is insanely dangerous. It is exactly the pill I need to tear myself away from the monotony.

At times, when you see me with a poker face (i.e when I'm out with Lazychoo's friends), I stare blankly at the wall in front of me. Not stoning, not thinking philosophically, but envisioning. Visualizing. Fantasizing if you may, of sinking my fists into the wall. Imagining that the wall has ridges all the way down, and pounding my knuckes against those ridges, smearing the wall with beautiful red.

The red keeps me sane.

There is no way to stop the pain, as everyone who's lived through it can tell you, but there is a way to stop the tears. To hurt on the outside, more that it hurts on the inside. But leaving scars would be catastrophic, as I have done. People start getting concerned and asking Hey Jazzy! What the hell happened to your arm?! so much that I had to have it bandaged up, which invariably drew even more attention.

Take a hot shower. Hot. Hotter. There. Even hotter a little. Watch in wonder as the bathroom mirror fogs up. Then the walls. Then the shampoo bottles. Watch in wonder as smoke surrounds you and your skin turns redder each second. And just before the first of the tears slip out, back your head into the steaming stream from the faucet.

You won't cry. I promise.

I want to travel. All over the world. Meet all kinds of people. Make all kinds of friends.

I want to lead a dangerous life. Living on the edge. You'll never get tired of living.

I want to love as much as I can. As much as I want. As much as I am loved.

Who am I?

I am just a girl who's locked up in a cage. Work. Eat. Watch cartoon. Sleep. Repeat. On Fridays, Saturdays and any special occasions, I get to meet Lazychoo's friends. Something must be wrong because we can't find anything to do together when alone, but we can do everything with his friends.

Special occasions for the special one? Screw that, let's spend that special time with the entire gang. Special dates? Screw those, we're going out with other people. Because we don't know where to go alone, we don't know what to do. We can't spend money ourselves, we MUST, simply MUST spend money with them even though we're going broke soon.

Why do I want to fly off alone? What do you think?

Peaking


Reaching the lowest peak already. Don't bother, you can't do anything to save me.

The only reason I'm still alive is because of my family.

Won't be blogging until this thing is over. Or until something interesting happens. Whichever comes first.


I tear my heart open
I sew myself shut
My weakness is, that I care too much
And my scars remind me
That the past is real
I tear my heart open, just to feel

Another Epic day in office


Well... We're having an awfully sleepy weather today, with a little rain here and there, and the sky slightly downcast, and I'm stuck in office waiting for lunch-time.

So...

My deskmates started having a ball.

Mini red Dante.



Greeny humping mini red Dante.



Baby bunny humping mini red Dante.





This is what happened to Greeny's arm after it got caught in my raincoat bag's sling.



This is Baby licking Girl Girl after Girl Girl had a fight with Ducky and got the worst of it. Ducky's strutting around like a Queen right now because she knows she's the best fighter.



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My bike broke down at work on Thursday.



My technicians tried their hands at messing around with my bike, with me hovering behind nagging at them consistantly. After awhile we finally found the problem.


The new and the old.

My old fuse's shot to hell.

Nice?

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Working near so many car workshops, you get to see a LOT of really weird accidents.



Most of them you don't really know how it happened.

Hanz


We went to visit Hans the other day.



It was heartrending.

He doesn't recognise any of us.

He just kept sleeping, occasionally opening his left eye (his right's permenantly blinded) to look around at us and closing it again to go back to sleep.

Poor thing.

So remember, boy and girls, to strap on your helmet when on your bike at all times.


UPDATED 09/01/07:

Hanz is back in ICU again. Everybody, please, please pray for him.

Some words in life


... you should never, ever say.

"My life is already difficult enough, and you're making it even more difficult for me."

Because once said, will kill a person deep inside.

And when a person is dead inside, no matter how much time has passed and no matter what you've done to compensate, nothing will be the same again.

This is why, boys and girls, always, during an argument, take some time to cool off and speak level-headedly before spurting out things you definately are going to regret.

Do you want to live with a regret for the rest of your life?





A part of me died that night I jumped out of the car.

A part of me never came back..

The Abyss


Everyday.

For every day that I have stared into the darkest part of the abyss inside of me. For every single hour. Every single minute.

For every day that I have fought against it. For every day that I have kicked and screamed at it to go away. Now it captures me within its darkness, and in a perverted way I feel safe. Famaliarity can make one feel safe some times. Still...

Excruciating.

Why?

I've done nothing wrong.

Why have you come to haunt me again?

Will I never slip away from your everlasting grasp?

Stop tormenting me. Stop giving me voices and images inside of my head.

Because nobody will ever understand me. Nobody can.

Why is that crazy bitch so weird? Mood swings every hour, thinking about things she shouldn't be thinking.

Poor boyfriend.

Nobody understands...














Get away from me.

Le Evil Anthony




Evil, you.

The Ultimate Sign of a Good Year's Haul


My mummy, my sister and my Lazy went crazy with this year's Christmas presents. Each of them gave me 3 presents, while the near-broke me got them all only one each.

From Mummy dearest,



a webcam (for goodness knows what),



a 1 GIG thumbdrive (this, I need),



and a pug that can walk and bark for hours. Believe me, this is one cute little puppy.

From my sister,



This cute ornamental bear thingy, which opens up into an eye-make up with the eye shadows and mascara.



And this bag to put it in,



And this awesome hooded parka that I'm so in love with.



And, of all things, a box of pantyliners.



From my Lazy,



A pair of sunglasses we got from East Coast Park. Originally supposed to be someone else's present, but I decided that I wanted it for myself.



My back seat! My Lazy got it for me as a Christmas present, but couldn't resist giving it to me a few days earlier. He had the good people at First Motors mould one for him earlier on in the month without telling me.

Evil. *smiles*



This leather-like Adidas white sling bag that he skipped lunches for, wrapped up in a sweet white abandoned bear wrapping and a card proclaiming that Dum-Dum loves Darling.


Are you squirming yet?



Lazy's feet, which he refused to move when I was taking pictures of the presents.

And using $3 and an unbeatable skill of bear-bear-catching, he caught this for me as well.



Isn't this the sweetest thing ever?

And finally,



It's a picture puzzle of his favourite picture.

Which I gave to him.

Last year.

As a Christmas present.

That which was lying underneath his dresser for the whole year.

So finally we finished the puzzle and he got us a puzzle frame. So YAY~!

*3 pieces left* "Aiyah so easy." *He tries to fit the pieces in* "Cannot leh." *She reaches out and piece it* "Orh! Chey. So easy."