Introducing..


The crazy couple who loves to take photos!


Wah-ing at the fireworks we saw while at TTSH to look for Lazychoo's friends.

Lazychoo's friends.


Yanfeng


Yanfeng and Casper

Peaches.


On Alan's bike


With Arjen (No, no! Don't take my photo!)


On Andrew's backseat


On Andrew's backseat's key


On the railing at the dam


On Andrew's bike








With his best friend Roger

More pictures of the crazy couple.


The day we introduced Peaches to our friends






Watching the French fireworks





Anthony, a couple of hours after he buang-ed.


Looking damn happy.





Anthony's gloating friends at the hospital, Jazzyme, Lazychoo and Roger.










The one with the sausage lips


The one armed hero


Scaring the car behind us with the camera flash


Taken on the way to West Coast Mac



Jazzyme, Lazychoo, Roger and Anthony - Best Combination!

Mad people on a shopping trip.




They have Puss in Boots, we have Cats in Hats



And finally, a picture of Peaches who flew the coop and stayed there until I came home.



The door to his food was opened and he decided to climb out and wait patiently for me. The window was only nearby and worst of all, wide open. Luckily Peaches was smart enough not to jump out the window.

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Photoshoot on 13th August,











Photos complimentary of Lazychoo, who patiently stayed with me throughout the shoot, getting me drinks and snacks. I love my Lazychoo~

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The Godfather Waltz


The setting is in a dark, dripping alleyway in the 1950s.

The pavement is perpetually wet from the dripping sewers. Drip, drip, drip.

The moonlight reflects from a puddle on the floor, as an alleycat watched over the night's happenings.

Suddenly, a footstep breaks the stillness of the puddle.

*

Men, hanging around exchanging dark glances with each other. They wear big coats that covers their ankles and black hats low over their eyes.

Under the street lamp, a dealer makes an exchange with another men puffing on a cigar.

A couple of winos gather around a barrel of fire, none daring to glance up at the men in coats for fear of inviting trouble. They mind their own business.

The men in coats puffing on cigars carry on with their dealings.

*

In a warm office inside a bar, a man in a black tailored suit makes a deal with a mafia boss who sits in his leather upholstered chair smoking a cigar.

Bodyguards standing all around him and the mafia boss, ready to shoot him should he display any sign of backing out.

The smoke gets in his eyes, and his hand was shaky as he signed the agreement.

He's just signed his soul to the devil.

*

They met in a dark alley. She, the mafia boss's only daughter and he, the son of a poor tailor.

They waltzed in the moonlight, and without a word exchanged they fell in love with each other.

It was a forbidden love, as she was to be a victim of an arranged marriage.

He would never leave her. As did she.

The night took the pair of lovers back into her folds, as their desires for each other engulfed them both.

*

Her father found out about their love.

He had her locked up in her room, and sent the man in the black tailored suit unknowingly to a suicidal dealing.

A single tear fell for her man who was carrying a bag of money, walking to the arranged meeting place.

Polished leather shoes stepping over puddles of muddy water on the sidewalk.

She held the poison to her lips. The very same poison she ordered her sobbing maid to get for her.

BAM!

Chaos. Someone grabbed the bag of money and ran.

She tipped the entire bottle down her throat.

He lay there in a puddle of his own blood, whispering her name.

She lay there unmoving, whispering his name.

*

Thus, ends the life of the two lovers.


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This is my version of the song by Henry Mancini. In actual fact, the song has completely no words in it, but it painted the above picture purely by the ups and downs of the instrumental music.

Try painting your own picture with this song.

The Godfather Waltz by Henry Mancini.

If you can't find it, ask me for it.

The good thing about living on the lower levels next to your car park


.. is that you can admire your bike everyday from your room window.





Ha!

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Lovey dovey with Lazy-chooy


Guess where we were?









Okay, I suck. And I have a sucky camera, so the blame doesn't entirely falls on me!


Lazychoo with a mild "Wah!" expression. You should see his incredible WAH! expression. Priceless!

And yesterday, Lazychoo accompanied me on a mad run to see the dogs and puppies of Pasir Ris farmway!

Me: "Choo, can I have a goldfishy?"

Him: "Yap."

Me: "How about a pair of goldfishies?"

Him: "Yap."

A while later...

Me: "Can I have a bunny?"

Him: "Your mom's going to kill me if I say yes."

Me (5 minutes later): "Can I have a bunny?"

Him: "Yap."

Ha!

Me(20 minutes later): "Can I have a puppy?"

Him: *Stun*

Me(30 minutes later): "Can I have 5 puppies?"

Him: *Stun even longer*

Him: "But I want a big dog."

Ha!

Me: "When I have my own house I want a house full of bunnies and puppies and goldfishies and birdies."

Him: *Gives really weird look*

Him: "Mad ah, you?"

I thought you should've known that you have a mad girlfriend by now.

Ha!

Aren't they sweet?


My baby in bed.



"Baroo?"





This queen we found at Chong Pang Nasi Lemak,



.. who ruled over us with a regal stare.



Ah, crap.



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Blog mistress playing with her hair (not to mention cam-whoring)



Saw April's hair in braids, couldn't resist copying. Ha!

Her's is so much nicer.



And if you're curious, I was watching the "Finding Neverland" on my computer. That's Johnny Depp playing pirates with the Llewelyn Davis kids.

Watch it, people. A supremely touching show. A little slow, maybe, but it adds up to the building of the feelings for the ending.

A show for artistic people who appreciate imaginations. And maybe Johnny Depp fans.

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I spent the whole of today eating and eating.

Cereals.

Yea, you heard me right, I said cereals.

And now, after too much intake of MILK, I've become like this.



Argh! Somebody flatten me!