Sentosa Outing with Lazychoo's Friends


*edited* Waiting for Lazychoo to send over the rest of the pictures from another camera before I post them up. Keep waiting, boys and girls!


*edited 2* Pictures are in!


Early in the morning I was woken up to cook this.



Whilst I was still washing up in the toilet, Lazychoo tested the waters with two pieces first. And, like any other MAN, he was afraid of the sputtering oil, so he used a piece of newspaper to block any oil from splattering on him.

Gues what happened?



Anyway, Yanfeng was here that morning to make sandwiches because Lazychoo has a toaster at home.




"Mine got two slices of cheese hor!"

Ignoring the boys.



Boys being boys.



At harbourfront.



Yanfeng being forced to take a picture with his girlfriend, Qiuxiang.

Yea, yea, I know. We call Yanfeng Tang Bo Hu sometimes too.



Our day!



Botak caught me unprepared.



And after which, he went "Aye, I didn't want to take you leh. I only wanted to take Lazychoo one."

Okay, lor. Sheesh.



Yiming and Anna.



The crazy couple who embarked on a soccer frenzy once we settled down.



Lazychoo giving "the face".


"You this spoilt brat, never help me, take pictures some more!"

So bite me.

Spot the whitest guy who happens to to be playing with his shirt.



Whee!


"Not happy. Very not happy. What can you do?"

Ah Neh, Lazychoo. 'Cept that he's too white to be an Ah Neh.



Anna and Priscilla.



The food we brought along.



The group.





Running people.






Yanfeng: "The shark's mouth was THIS big! And he tried to eat me up!"
Lazychoo: "Izzit?"






"You suck, Mr Photographer."

The making of the toilet bowl.










"Must put one foot inside then realistic, mah!"

After soccer drink.



Our project.



Artistic.



The formal one,



And the relaxed one.



The soccer group.



Along the shoreline..



Ni ner ni ner ni ner~



Heh.



Taking a break from soccer.





I drew this on the sand. Hey, isn't this supposed to be a guy's job?

Poor me.



The girls.



The crazy Yanfeng and the crazy Teck.









A very cold Yingying.



He looks kinda' forced.



Half-naked guys.







Group photo of all those who went that day.

From CuteOverload.com


Comes this. It's called learning to snorgle.




Aww, chubby cheeks!

Couldn't resist posting it up. It's so cute!

Fuck you.


Shut up and fuck off and die.



*EDITED* In case anyone is misled by this post, this is aimed directly at the forker who doesn't dare to post with anything other than a "anonymous", the forker who's got nothing better to do than to kick others in the shins when they're down.

And dude, stop pretending to be a close friend lah. I know who you are lah.

Weird.


Had this weird dream last night.

In my dream, Lazychoo brought me along to meet his ex-girlfriend Linda. When I asked him why, he simply said because it was on the way. After giving both of them ample black faces and Linda disappeared, I found messages of him quarrelling with her over both of them being too quiet during the meetup.

Then we turned around a corner and he suddenly disappeared, and I found Lionel, my mech, standing beside me. We got chased into a shopping mall by drunkards with rotting faces, and Lionel, who turned into Eason Chan, got killed. He was reincarnated into a miniature schnauzer, and Dex appeared.

We were still wandering around in the shopping mall being chased by even more drunkards with rotting faces when I chanced upon a table consisting of my uncle, my oldest cousin and an old, old friend. We talked for awhile and suddenly I couldn't breathe.

I woke up gasping.

It was 4.30am. That scared the hell out of me. So I went over to my jeans, extracted my protection charm and put it on my bed's headboard.

Okay, so I'm superstitious. But I was scared, okay?

I guess that means no more afternoon naps for me. Bah!

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You know sometimes in your dreams you keep seeing a person, doesn't matter guy or girl, and having all sorts of dream-related experiences with him/her that you slowly fall for him/her, and then when you wake up you feel this sense of loss for someone who doesn't exist?

I guess that defines the term "dream guy/girl", huh?

Love is..


... cooking maggie mee in the middle of the night for her even though you're dead tired.

I love you, Lazychoo.

Love is... catching little soft toys for her and in doing so spend more than the soft toy's worth.



I love you, Lazychoo.

Love is... giving all the sweets from the soft toy machines to her.



I love you, Lazychoo.

Love is... being cheeky and giving her the last sweet, saying that it's your heart and that you're giving her your heart.



I luurvve you, LazyCHOO.

So love a little more today, people. Who knows, your other half might give you the time of your life in bed tonight!

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Okay, here's a couple more pictures of me playing with the newest addition to our family.



Mini-Tracy (haven't given her a name yet) with the original Tiny.



The whole collection of soft toys Lazychoo's caught for me to-date:



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It was a good idea to remove the wondow grills.



Now the world seems so much more clearer.



Just don't have the windows open when you're having suicidal tendencies.

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Impromptu Mito meetup (with a couple of Aprilian brothers)











The three yellow Mito-eers!



Two '06 RS125s (one of which was very unfriendly so I refuse to call him a brother).



Red Mito, yellow Mito and yellow Mito (Translate: Ben, Jazzy and Jackson)



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Crazy mofos'.



The epitome of black and white.



GAHHH!!!

I smashed my fist into the wall today


... as I came out of Lazychoo's house to go home.

I couldn't help it.

The pain it brought, although temporary, was a relief. Nothing much though, just a scraped knuckle.

Maybe it's really time to re-evaluate this relationship. The holes I can pretend to fill, but the faster I run the harder they caught up to me. I'd like to be like him too, running away from the questions.

Don't tell me to think about the future and bear with the pain for now, I already am thinking about the future and that's what's causing all this pain.

Because I see no future. And you of all people knows best why.

I feel like crying for all the weirdest reasons, and lucky for me I manage to control myself when I'm in front of other people.

I don't want to go overseas with you anymore. I don't want to try new things with you anymore. I don't want to buy a set of couple shirts anymore. I don't want your promises anymore.

I need to decide if this is really what I want for my life.

I read his blog just now and I really feel like shooting him. But on second thoughts, I'd rather not, seeing as he's just being the judgemental himself and if I don't like it I can leave instead of trying to change him.

He's just being him.

I've given advices to many people before, saying that their partners are just being themselves. They have no right to want to change the way their partners are. Either they accept it or leave.

Now I'm going to use this for myself.

Do I, or do I not? Ok, I rephrase. Can I, or can I not?

I guess I'll have to think for a few days. We'll see what the outcome is.