I Caught Cudas Kissing Herself in the Mirror!



Now that's out of the way, let's continue with this random pictoblog.

Here's a scrumptuous maggie mee my mom made for me when I was sick and craved for something hot and soupy.



Don't look down on this simple looking maggie mee, it's one of the best I've ever tasted.

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Right after my failure prediction, something interesting happened.



That, happens to be my key. Well, at least half of it. The other half got stuck inside the lock itself.

I was already late for my test, so I panicked and thankfully, found a pair of tweezers.

Oh yay.

Failed my test though. I suck.

With regards to my 17th July class 2A TP,







I freaked out in exhileration after successfully getting through my weakest obstruction, the e-brake, that I neglected to concentrate during my bumpy course and fell off course. I suck.

And because I wanted to make myself feel better, I made fried rice that night.

First was the eggs and stuff. Then came the overnight rice that was kept in the refrigerator.

Kinda' looks like a jellyfish.

Anyways, under my master skills, it soon became edible.

Nice.

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I met up with a couple of people one fine night after yet another class.

For the first time in a long time, we had more than 4 bikes. We had 6, actually, but that was fun enough.

Here's me proving that bro Vik is invisible at night,

And here's him, proving that he isn't. Notice the tongue. He like to do that a lot.

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Arranged to meet up with the supremely sweet Fraulein for KTV the other day.

Point one, CCK Lot 1's management has no brains.

It was just after a rain so the floor was slippery enough, and the bike slots were squeezed into a corner. Add the completely PAINTED (who the hell paints their floors? In a carpark some more?!) floor, I almost dropped my bike. Twice.

Freaking no brains.

Anyway we listened to a lot of David Tao songs,

And maybe it's not immediately obvious, but a LOT of our songs were in English.

Fun.

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The Strength of a Man


The strength of a man isn't seen in the width of his shoulders.
It's seen in the width of his arms that circle you

The strength of a man isn't in the deep tone of his voice.
It's in the gentle words he whispers.

The strength of a man isn't how many buddies he has.
It's how good a buddy he is with his children.

The strength of a man isn't in how respected he is at work.
It's in how he is respected at home.

The strength of a man isn't in how hard he hits.
It's in how tender he touches.

The strength of a man isn't in the hair on his chest.
It's in his heart... that lies within his chest.

The strength of a man isn't in how many women he's loved.
It's in how true he can be to the ONE woman he's trying to love.

The strength of a man isn't in the weight he can lift.
It's in the burdens he can carry.

The strength of a man isn't in how much food he eats from your table.
It's in the effort he puts forth when you are unable.

Faced with a serious dilemma


Dear readers, you've got to help me with this one.

You've all been either following my musings or just popped in to have a laugh or somehow bumbled here and you don't know how. Either way, I need your help!

What do you readers know about wordpress, as compared to blogspot?

http://jazzyme.wordpress.com/

It doesn't look bad, what with all the blog stats funstions Cudas has been showing me, but I hope to find out more about it before actually shifting there.

Should I change the skin? This is actually one of the defaults that users can choose, but I think it's a little dull. Some of the nicer ones are too popular to be special. Any ideas?

Oh yeah, and how do I get my Flickr's RSS feed thingy going? A whole bunch of gibberish appeared when I clicked on Flickr's feed thingy and somehow I don't think that's the one to link to blogs.

Some help here?

Annoyed


I noticed an annoying trend with the people in my life.

Whenever I have problems significant enough to cause people to believe that my life is going to change (i.e a reason to believe that I am going to be single again), people flock to be chummy with me.

Talking about problems, opening up their hearts, talking about anything and everything in general. A strong contact was maintained and they actually took time out of their lives to ask how my day was.

But when things get straightened out again, most of them mysteriously disappear, or ignore my messages. Could it be *gasp* that I am no longer potentially single and they lose interest in me?

Worst of all, I get to deal with people who act like I actually owe them an explaination, or at least that I've done something wrong to them. They're more or less the same, turning their backs on me and expecting me to pacify them to keep the friendship going. And not just one.

I just don't understand why it is so wrong to just want to be friends.

Trust me, I'm getting desperate. I need friends.

Old chums. I know I gave all of you up for Lazy. I was so wrong. Please forgive me and let me come back.

I wonder...


Have you ever wondered what life would be like had you not taken a certain life-changing step?

Life was originally happy and stable, and out of the blue you did something even you did not understand, that would forever change the entire course of your life. Have you ever had that experience?

I chanced upon his contact today, in a long forgotten book somewhere hidden in my drawer. The mere glimpse of his name brought back countless memories, of a time out of time, long forgotten and lost.

I did something that devestated both myself and him. And from then on I lost his smell and I lost his magic.

Today I stayed at home and wondered what life would be like had I said yes. I wonder if he would still be here and I wonder if the entire course of my life would change dramatically.

Not that I regret it, because my choices ultimately taught me valuable lessons and led me to who I am and what I have now. I just can't help but wonder.. if life would be any different.

Have you ever wondered how life would've been like had you not taken steps leading to what you are right now? To what you have, from what you had.

Would you have been already married? Would you still be working at irregular hours? Would you still believe in magic? Would you even have gotten on a bike at all?

What would life be like, had we all not been brave enough to take a first step?

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix... A Review


I watched the latest HP movie last night. It was.. totally.. *edited*

I had actually posted the entire review but took it off. Seeing as it's too big a spoiler for people who love HP (well, the books anyway) and I want to be a nice person.

Main objective is that I don't want to spoil this movie for Cudas. So Cudas, once you've finished watching the movie, tell me. I'm bursting at the seams not to post my first ever review.

Urgh


Very, very stressed out. Class test tonight, TP tomorrow.

I hate it when things happen directly before a test or exam.

I've been hitting the books, but nothing gets into my head even after going through the entire thing a few times.

Thank goodness this is only a class test, and it's not going to affect anything even if I failed.

I think I'll have to hand in a blank answer sheet tonight.

One Week


My parents just came back from a trip to Taiwan. They were gone for a week, and so was he. During this week I had the ultimate freedom and I spent it.. well, most of it.. staying at home and wasting it away.

Out of an unreciprocated respect. I even took the initiave to inform him that I was going for Lawrence's birthday gathering.

*Still quite bitter about it being unreciprocated*

Anyways, to document what I did with my freedom during the week, Here are some pictures.

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Day 0

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Mom and Dad left for Taiwan. Me and HIM started our argument too.

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Day 1

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Went grocery shopping with Cudas. Decided that we weren't able to live on McDee's delivery all week, so we bought stuff like instant noodles,



Bread and butter, eggs, the likes. Just enough to tide us over.

I took this while walking with my phone camera. Didn't expect such a nice effect.



That was pretty much all I did. I have no life.

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Day 2

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Decided to get creative with the toaster.

Just a normal ham and cheese sandwich, except toasted.



The only meal of the day.

Trust me, these are good. Just not too often, because you can easily get sick of the flavor.

I realized that chao-tar (burnt) cheese tastes AWESOME.


Scraped from the toaster.

After this somewhat scrumptious meal, I needed some fresh air and company, so invited FedEx to get some wind in our hair at Fresh Air Cove.


While waiting for the man who claims to be always punctual.

We had a three-hour long conversation, after which I was completely shacked out from doing all that thinking.

Thus ends the second day.

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Day 3

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I went slightly crazy and decided that something needed to be changed. So I went to dye my hair with all the remaining moolah I had.

When it was still black,



And brown without the highlights.



In total I spend 4 hours at the salon. But that 4 hours, although my shoulders were killing me, were the most peaceful I had. Not peaceful as in quiet and no one around, on the contrary, the place was bustling with life. Hip music was playing from the radio, the hairstylists were chatting nonchalently with each other, customers walking in and out. No, it was peaceful because for the 4 hours, I was too distracted by the livliness there that I completely forgot about my own problems.

Best 4 hours of the week. And $120 well spent, considering that I regretted the highlight almost instantly.



I went straight to Fresh Air Cove after the salon, and Bro Vik called me up for prata. I suggested Sin Ming. That was technically my first and only meal of the day, if you don't count the puking my guts out afterward.



It was great, and we chatted until HE arrived. Then it was all awkward until it was time to go.


Vain.

I was feeling super nauseaus, and Vik asked HIM to send me back.

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Day 4

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Nothing much, basically stayed at home and rotted away watching the spectacular sunset.



Sorry, my camera sucks.

This was also the night I missed a class to initiate a conversation with him, telling him of my decision and kicking a steel wall in the process.

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Day 5

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Finally! I got to go out. But not before kicking another steel wall with HIM, when I told him about it. More like reported my movements to him, to his displeasure.

Lawrence's birthday gathering with a ton of people I didn't know. It was at Dempsey road, some place called Wine Network. I rushed down 2 hours late after class.



The decor was warm and cosy, just like a woody wine celler.



We had finger food and wine. Chris a la Muser was there,



On the far right. That's the only person other than Lawrence that I knew.

We had this:



South African something-something that I hope I'd be able to find just by name alone. It was NICE, very sweet and fruity and not dry at all, like most of the reds that I'm used to.

I think reds are good for certain occasions, and whites are good for certain occasions. As for me, both are good as and when I can get my hands on them.



I couldn't help myself when Lawrence excitedly brought his presents over to show me, and started playing with his toys.



I call it Squeaky von Squeak. And the interesting thing about this little fella is his box.



Please forgive me if you can't read the words. My camera sucks.

Anyway, I particularly loved the first and last line.

"Throw it at someone's head many times and then get beat up."

I can't read the rest properly, except that the second last line was.. "Use it as a makeshift urinal." I wonder how THAT is accomplished.

And the last line was "SQUEEK, DAMN YOU, SQUEEEEEEK!"

Damn cute.

I wasn't feeling very well seeing as I haven't been eating well the past few days, I think the wine went down wrong, because I started whining to Cudas how nauseated I felt and how hungry I was after I got home. Cudas finally couldn't take my whining and, being the ultra sweet sissy-ter that she is, cooked pasta for me.


"You better not post this picture up ah." Oops.



See? It has love written all over it.

Thankew Cudas my lovely sissy-ter!

And before I forget, Happy 26th birthday to old man Lawrence!


I'm not fat. He's just thin.

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Day 6

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Mom and Dad came back from Taiwan!

Stan and Shirl dropped us off at the airport 3 hours before the flight was scheduled to land. Cudas and I walked from Terminal 2.. to 1... back to 2.. and back to 1 again in search of somewhere to sit down and wait.





Took us quite awhile actually. The airport's really quite crowded at 8pm on a weekend.



It's really quite enjoyable to sit down on a cushiony sofa and enjoy an iced mocha and a book about photography (courtesy of Cudas).

At about 10.30pm, we set off for Terminal 1 again where my parents were arriving at.

A little bit of camwhoring here and there..





Cudas says she has great photography skills. What do you think?

I think mine's nicer:



Kinda' looks like a vortex.



What do you think this means?

"Have a drink, get a "blow" job!"

Cudas has a pose with the sunflowers too, but she forbade me to post that one. But she didn't say I couldn't post this one, so....


"Hi, I'm Cudas. I'm Jazzyme's sissy-ter."

My favourite picture of the night:



Uncle Bahyee, Dad's taxi-driving friend, was there waiting at the belt when we arrived to wait for our parents. And he was sooooooo excited when my parents finally appeared.

He took this family picture for us all.



And whisked us off to AMK for some eats. As usual, I couldn't eat much because it hurts whenever something's in my stomach.

We helped Mom unpack and since they didn't bring much there and most of the stuff they brought back were presents, we had fun spilling everything onto Mom's bed.



Mom bought this pair of hand-painted shirts for Cudas and me,



This awesome looking two-piece top,



And pretty much everything else shown here.



So many presents!

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Day 7

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Circuit revision, study, sleep, wake up, got real angry, cooled down, went back to sleep again, went to Fresh Air Cove, had a talk, did not feel better at all.

Oh, and I puked my guts out. Twice.

*Incoherent. Need sleep. Good night.*