Time to blog


Well there is absolutely nothing to do today (I left my job by the way. Long story.) and my itchy fingers decided to do a little bit of exercise.

Lazychoo's still in camp, probably sleeping. The poor thing's just came back from outfield training. He's probably flat out by now.

Nothing much has happened these few days except that I am still in the process of cleaning up my room (gasp!) and it is here I shall show you the horrors.

No wait, my camera's not cooperating with me at the moment. Here are photos I took of my room long before I started cleaning it.

Let the horror show begin.

My so-called "study" table,



My so-called "dressing" table,



The area where I dumped everything when I started cleaning last year,



The "walkway" to the door,



And a chair posing as my bedside "table".



Fantastic, isn't it? I was completely contented with the arrangements because only I know where everything was. I only started cleaning when even I don't know where some of my things are.

Moral of the story: Keep track of where your things are.

Now let's see if the camera's willing to cooperate now. *takes brave stab at connecting camera...*

HaHA! Voila! Here we go!

Looking from the door inwards..



View from the windows.



See the little dudette there following me around despite the dust that was flying around everywhere?



She's my sweetest little girl.

Anyway, in the midst of cleaning I found a LOT of heartwarming things like this:



A tinkling music comes out from the box when you wind the tiny handle on the side, playing some Disney music. This is like, the only remnent of souveniors we brought back from Disneyland. Might not seem much to you, but it's a treasured piece of mine.

And these,



are my primary school basketball training/tournament jerseys.

I tried to keep them for as long as I could, but after digging them out I realized that the memories they brought back were more pain than heartwarming, so out they go! They're probably all cut up and sewn together as a rag lying under some dog or cat all the way in NANAS, alongside all the clothes I donated.

This is my empty bookcase which hasn't been empty since I moved here,



and it feels really weird having it empty. It's been in the family ever since my sister and I were wee tots crawling about. Now it's gotta go since I'm changing all the furnitures in my room.

Herein lies a hidden treasure trove..



inside one of the cupboards.

Here.



These were arranged in a fit of don't-know-what-to-do-with-the-empty-cupboard feeling and by and by I've come to love it. Everything in the room was cleared out except this cubbyhole. I just don't know what to do with it. I'd dearly love to keep it there, but I'm demolishing my bed sometime next week and they simply HAVE to go. But.. aaww.. I don't know what to do..

Ok, these were taken out of my wardrobe and meticulously arranged just for this picture. I need your advise, dear readers.



Should I keep them or throw them away?

In this pile there are small achievements and blardy huge achievements. Small meaning school races, school high jumps and stuff. Big achievements being inter-zone basketball (Gold), national basketball (Gold), Overall division champion, cross-country races, inter-school cross country races and stuff like that.

These are the remnents of the glorious days. Thing is, I don't want to look back at past achievements. I only want to look forward on push myself harder. But whenever I look at this pile here I feel a rush of pride that keeps me pushing myself harder, but there's also a feeling of lingering sadness. Those were the days. They're gone now. They're memories of another life that I'm not living now. Sigh.

Should I hang on to them, or let them go and become mere memories?

Okay, back to the topic at hand, this is me having my feet up after a day's hard work.



And this is me being itchy handed with my camera in hand disturbing my birds.





Cash acting cute and pretending to be a bat.

Hopefully I find the courage to clean up the bed-cupboard today!


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More reports of recent happenings..

Super sua-ku(mountain tortoise. i.e. a person who's never been around much)'s very first time at Cosy Bay (that explains the pictures).









See that red dot on top of a building on the left?



I was staring at it the whole night, pretending that it was Sauron's eye (from Lord of the Rings).


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Have I or have I not posted this before?



Found this lying around somewhere in my pictures folder and thought you guys might like to see. This is proof of how good a rider yours truly is!


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This is Tiny on the way to work.



And this is Tiny at work. Phew! *wipes sweat off brow*



And from the place where we caught Tiny, comes Jazzy and Lazychoo's first ever sticker photo after so long together. Finally.



Aaww..



Looking at it still makes me swoon~

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Artistic photo alert!

Here's Lazychoo and his colleague with too much time on his hands.



And here bro Vik after parading around in MY cardigan.



Couldn't get a photo of him actually wearing it, he wouldn't let me.

Here's Lazychoo messing around with Ben's suit.



"Lacer" Lazychoo.



And last but not least, MY BIKE ALSO HAVE CHAI! I have proof of it! See!



I can be ferry vegetables too, just like any of you guys can!

Haha.

Just for the record


We're ok again. Went rounding alone on Friday (hit 175km/h this time), didn't expect him to come chasing after me. Didn't get to know it till I reached home and he waited downstairs not telling me until he got fed-up enough to leave.

We both sat down and had one of the most serious talks yet. Settled both our differences and more or less let go of a lot of things.

Now that we've become slightly inseperable, he's in reservist! Urgh! For five days! Sigh...

Anyway, lots of things to say, but not in this post because firstly, I don't remember what it was that I wanted to say and secondly, I wanted to keep this short and simple.

I can't believe I'm actually being stubborn with my boss right now! No, don't start scolding me yet, I don't even know what I'm doing. Ah well, Everything will work itself out in its own time, I guess. If not, I'm sure I'll come up with something.

Blog war


You want to have a blog war? Fine, LET'S FREAKING HAVE a BLOG WAR.

http://www.kchoo.blogspot.com/

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*EDITED POST*

Rants deleted because of intrusion of privacy.

I'm going to just let him say what he wants and walk away. No use squabbling like little children.

Just for the record though, The things he blogs and the comments he leaves adds to the fact that I'm doing the right thing.

Oh well.

Unpublished posts to be published


... or not, depending on results of big upcoming argument (that's either going to happen tonight or never) with Lazychoo.

No explanations given. I've had enough.

World Cup is here


Call me mad but I DON'T like world Cup. Don't want to touch too much on this topic (in case I get rammed over by world cup fanatics) but please be careful with your bets. If you lose a significant amount of money and it only affects yourself, that's fine. But if it will indirectly affect your family and others around you, please think twice.

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Recent bout of horrible mood has turned me vengeful. I'm starting to hate anyone who backstabs e, flames me, gossips about me, turns others against me, lies to me or does anything to let me down on purpose.

I think I'm not being unreasonable on this issue because I live by my words; I do not do any of the above until the person in question starts doing them to me first.

A friend of a friend has a LOT of comments about me. Come on dude, I don't even know you, what rights do you have to judge me? You say I'm quiet around you guys, but talk a lot with my biker friends, and why is that?

1) Because my biker friends don't judge me or tell rubbish to my boyfriend about me.
2) Because my biker friends don't give me the feeling that I am constantly under their judgement, the feeling that you have always given me.
3) Because I know them better than I know you.
4) Frankly, I'm just not interested in talking to you. Because our interests are not the same, we can't find topics to talk about. All you guys talk about is cars, school, soccer, drinking, or even the past. I don't know how to talk to you guys about your topics, except for maybe the past, and Lazychoo won't like it if I started talking about his ex-girlfriend, would he?

If you want to judge me, I'd suggest you look for someone else to judge/gossip about. I don't care and I have no interest in what you say, and I can't help it if you want to poison Lazychoo's mind against me. First you say I'm too fierce and controlling. Like hello? I'm fierce with others, but have you ever seen me controlling Lazychoo? Have anyone at all?

No. Because I listen to him and give in most of the time on what we want to do. Because I've changed so much for him and him only. But you don't see that, do you?

Get your fucking facts right before bad-mouthing me.

I'm not going to make the effort anymore. Ah fuck, this is making my mood more sour. I don't need to clarify myself and explain my actions anyway.

End of discussion.

The sweetest thing


A couple of days ago, we were on Lazychoo's van cruising along back home after our meeting with his friend.

It was a refreshing change after having to ride whenever we wanted to go anywhere. Cool air in my face, streetlights slowly passing by to the rhythm of the music we had on. Chit-chatting sweet nothings as we cheerfully made plans for the future.

Our plans for the future.

Not much the commitment part (I don't want to touch on that) but more for the earn-enough-money-so-our-lives-can-be-easier part. We planned to have a little shop selling things that we have interest in, and to do even more sidelines along the way.

Although some of the things we planned are not entirely feasible, what with the amount of capital needed and whatnots, but the sweetest thing was that he planned them with me. That he sees much of me in his future.

My concept of love has changed a lot throughout my relationship with Lazychoo, it has twisted and distorted until it has become barely recognisable by outsiders. But that night in the van, the feeling that Lazychoo gave me was very, very familiar. It feels just like when we were a new couple, right before reality and differences wrecked us both to the point where both of us did not know each other anymore.

Except that this time. the feeling is coupled with the experience and the knowledge that we're both strong enough to have gotten past the initial period (the period where the relationship is the weakest) and can still love each other, if not more. And it's the sweetest feeling, ever.

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Doesn't matter that his friends don't really like me, I'm in love with him, not them, so it doesn't really matter to me.

No more letting people walk all over me. You can all go stick a loaf of bread up your arses and die of flour poisoning (or something) before you even think about stepping all over me, making use of me or backstabbing/gossiping/judging me.

So there.

Suffering from blog withdrawal symptoms


.. and basically internet withdrawal symptoms, headaches, chest pains, feeling very nauseous now and then. No, I'm not sick, I just feel unwell. Went to the doctor's just now, and he referred me to the polyclinic for a check-up.

Since my last post it's all work, meet Lazychoo, sleep, work, meet Lazychoo, sleep. Somebody please give me my life back! It's like I have totally no time for myself, to sit back, relax or even just to use the internet for more than 10 minutes.

I'm going crazy here.

Can't think clearly to type much, so here are some pictures to keep you entertained.

Here's my office table:



Slightly closer..



Here are the high technology whatnots I use everyday. What I don't understand is that I actually have to use BOTH the notebook and the PC AT THE SAME TIME.



Somewhere on the table lies a pile of tissue paper,



And for those of you close to me, you know I don't like bringing tissue paper around because they can somehow evolve from a nice packet into a messy ball wad outside of the packet. Then why-oh-why do I have 3 unopened packets and one half used packet on my office table?

These came from Lazychoo's dresser drawer. The exact drawer his previous other half used to put her make up and stuff. So no points for guessing whose they were. Lazychoo doesn't like to bring tissue out anyway, so he chucked them into my bag one day before we both set out for work.

Ah fuck. I said I don't want to think.

Anthony and Daniel came over to look for me during lunch one day. Went with them to a nearby coffeeshop for lunch and pictures.

Anthony,



and Daniel, stoning away as usual.



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Random photos taken with my phone:

Lazychoo messing around with his bike.



Picture taken after he took out the fairing, which explains the bicycle-like appearance of his bike.

Couldn't resist this.



This cute widdle thingie -



hopping around on the ground when Lazychoo was messing around with his bike again.



I think it's still too young to be flying, because although it did fly, it flew just slightly above the ground and for a short while. It got so annoyed at me for following it around that it turned around and faced me



"What d'ya want, punk?!"

This is the meter of Lazychoo's Honda wave



Guess how we did it?

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Tommy, a CBR929 rider, hosted a barbeque one day when he came back for a few days after being posted overseas for work.

We thought it was a barbeque for fun as he would be leaving 2 days after that, but no, it was hosted for his ex-girlfriend's birthday. Got kinda' pissed because we weren't told anything about it and we attended the thing for him, not for some girl we don't quite know.

Anyway, being the annoyed me, I only took ONE picture of the thing..



And a couple of me and Lazychoo because I finally got him to wear that Doraemon polo tee! MUAHAHAHAHA! Don't think I can ever get him to wear that again, he doesn't like it.







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Random photos from my camera again..



Her name is Tiny. She sits in the van when Lazychoo drives back, and in my office during the day.



Ain't she cute?

Uncle Tommy~



Up coming photo taken and posted because he took my photo without permission using his new phone.

Neh neh ni bu bu~



Really artistic photos.

No pictures again


And why? Because my digicam ran out of battery and I'm too lazy to charge it.

Anyway I realized a lot of things during this mini period of hiatus. Things that changed the way I think, the way I react to certain things, and the way I drive myself to the brink again.

These few days haven't been exactly awesome for me. I've started a new job, cried twice in a week, bottled up everything and kept silent even during my PMS, lost a LOT of sleep, stayed away from the dam (for a change) and yes, I've taken a little bit of myself back.

Let this be a warning post to all who know me;
I am not a bad person. I am not generally distrustful as well. It's just that, I believe there's good in every person, and I believe in everybody I come to know. But should you at any time throughout the course of friendship let me down on purpose or do things that makes me lose my trust in you, I will do unto you as you did to me. Whatever it is.

This applies for all relationships as well.

I will do unto you what you did to me. And as an added bonus, it'll probably be threefold.

Maybe I think too much. Maybe it's not meant to be. Maybe I'll just stop thinking and just go by instincts as to what I want to do.

And by the way, I apologise for the recent depressing posts, I'm having "that time of the month" again, and normally I'd get really depressed and think a lot during this time.

By the way, heads up Amos and Rene! Love the testimonials. You guys rawk!

Sigh


Looking back at my previous post, I sound like those bloggers who own those I-did-what-today blogs.

Can't.. must.. have.. more.. fresh ideas!

Anyway, kind of a depression today. Been thinking a lot over the past few days, and I'm tired.

I don't want to think no more.

Nothing's going to change anyway.

Kind of an emotional roller coaster ride these days


Well I was depressed, then I was bored, and now I'm like super high.

First day of work today! It was ok, just that it got really boring because my computer wasn't up yet. Spent most of the day walking around and reading brochures about the company. I have my own cubicle!

It's actually a fastener manufacturing company and man, I saw more screws today then in my whole lifetime. Didn't know there were so many different types of screws. Elaborate, some of them are, too.

Someone sent me a message today! Someone who used to be quite dear, all the way back when I was in primary school. He jacked up my mood so much that I'm practically having a hard time getting myself off the ceiling at the moment.

Thanks, Rene.

I saw someone else on the road today. Sam. Poor boy thought I was racing with him. Dude, I'm riding a class 2B bike and you're riding a class 2A bike. Would I even race with you? Even if you were still riding your SP. I wouldn't even race with you too. Wouldn't want to hurt your feelings.

And thanks for communicating with me through Lazychoo. Thanks for not daring to talk to me even though I sent you an sms to say hi.

Gotta run! My god-mummy's waiting for me to have dinner at her place.

Aprilian Chalet


Went to the Aprilian chalet the other night. Didn't get much photos because it was so much fun!

Here's the caterer coming in with the food and wacko supervising him.



Here's Wacko and Ben while we were in one of the rooms playing cards..



.. and making water bombs..



The others arrived slightly later, so it was dark when we started digging in.



Wan, who got caught by me and the camera while being the satay man.



The cooks who produced bloody chicken wings..



Messing around with Wacko's RS250.



Group photo (Lazychoo was holding the camera)



That's most of the photos for now, folks, you'll have to wait for Alan's and Isa's photos when they send them to me!

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TU CHING-I! You're finally here!

How've you been? Everybody's been missing you so much, you know that? You'd better let me know when you pass by Singapore again, I want to meet up with you!

Hello Anonymous.


Glad to see that you're reading me too, even though I know you're as jealous as hell of me.

This is the comment left by him.

"u r just a attitude ger.. who cares about your own. whenever u open your mouth,u'll critise ppl.. come on ppl have feeling ok. stop it before hurt more ppl. i'm e one who being hurt by what u say to me! ppl who r good to u is for the sake of kenny, not u! yes u'r lady rider but e worst rider lady i ever seen... "

Look dude, if I shot you, I probably wanted it to hurt. Don't come complaining to me when you've done something wrong and I flamed you.

Let's break it down, shall we?

"u r just a attitude ger.." Why thank you. It's my attitude that identifies the assholes/bitches like you and keeps them away from me.

"whenever u open your mouth,u'll critise ppl.." "i'm e one who being hurt by what u say to me!" Thanks for letting me know, glad I could be of some service if it helps boost your maturity level. Stop whining, get off your ass and think. If you didn't do wrong, would I flame you?

"ppl who r good to u is for the sake of kenny, not u! " Oh really? Why not you try asking around the people who are nice to me? Ask them if they're nice to me because of myself or because of Lazychoo. I dare you to.

I also dare you to let me and/or the whole wide world know who you are. I dare to flame, I dare to let people know who I am. You dare to give rubbish and rude comments but don't dare to let us know who you are?

"yes u'r lady rider but e worst rider lady i ever seen..." Lashing out at me like a 14-year-old with a bruised ego is not going to affect me one bit, in fact it's really making me glad because I lost a moronic friend like you.

Ok, here's part two.

This was made in regard of the post I took down because of privacy issues.

"then still post fuck off and deregister the blog. "

Ya, uh huh, like you wish. That post was made private to keep out nosy buggers like you who hate my guts but still want to read more about me. Kinda' contradictive, ain't cha?

Like I said, whosoever wishes to read that post may MSN me to get the article. I didn't just take it down for fuck, I took it down because it was PRIVATE, and EXCLUSIVE for my FRIENDS to read. Not for morons like you. Aww shucks.

*UPDATED (had to flame this, couldn't resist!)*

"bitch, the anoymous is from me. i'm a lady here not a man! that is your stupid imgaination that i'm a guy! U have make a wrong guess and post a irritation BLOG about that RIDUAN. i'm so proud of it. ALL THE BEST TO YOU BEING SCOLD BY THAT RIDUAN"

Really? Well I don't know the who was scolded by who part, but on the whole I haven't been scolded yet. Well by anyone with rational thinking, that is. It's all just morons like you with your brains in your penises who pretend to be a "lady" in order to irk me. Dude, do your homework. I don't have much lady friends. And those who are my friends, I haven't flame yet. So don't come tell me I hurt you and expect me to believe that you're a "lady". But if you say that you're a gu niang.. maybe I'd believe.

Plus, the timing of this post was way too near the other two posts below. So.. you get the picture.

End of the day, I can only say that I can't please everybody. It's not easy for me to dislike you enough to flame you, so when you get flamed by me, keep in mind that you've gone overboard. I don't find myself behaving out of order, so stop calling me what reflects yourself.

And unless argumentative/accusing comments are backed up with proof and identity, I will not believe a single word.

Morons. You can't have too much of them.


*UPDATED 11.55PM 22/5/06*

My sincere apologies to Riduan, who called me just now to clarify with me that he wasn't the one who posted the anonymous rubbish post. Watch out for comments below.

Few points noted though -

1) Fang, as I said, I didn't drag you into the argument so I'd prefer it if you kept out of this.
2) If you noticed, there were two comments below and another one in my previous post made within minutes of each other. Kinda' suspicious, eh?

Some people are just so jealous


... that they have to resort to posting absolute rubbish in my comments section. Like this anonymous freak pretending to be a girl and fantasizes about Lazychoo.

Let me tell you jealous freakos: The more you try to irk me, the more happier I'll be. What you said doesn't affect me, it instead makes me stronger and stand up for myself, thus feeling much, much better.

Just like the gossipy girls in SBF who are jealous of me because they feel that I get more attention than they do. Like hello? I actually make friends with the people I'm with, I actually am friendly to them, as opposed to all you girls who're all so stuck up thinking that as a lady rider you should be worshipped. You can continue gossiping and believing what other jealous girls say about me, it doesn't affect me at all because you're not even worth my consideration.

So there.

By the way, garbage-quality comments - 1) Will not be published (lucky I enabled the comments moderation in time) and 2) Will not affect my relationship with Lazychoo.

And last but not least, thanks for letting us know that you're a backstabber, idiot-who-left-comments-claiming-to-be-lazychoo's-lover, since you used his real name, we know you're one of the idiots one know or knew us. Dirty little backstabber.

Thanks, morons. You guys/ladies made my day! I didn't know I was someone to be jealous of.