Time to make fun of people again


...From wholivesnearyou.com

This is part of my profile on WLNY:

Getting fed-up with people I don't know asking me to add them in msn. Look dude, I only add people I know in my msn okay? Bugger off!

Word of advice: Don't talk about my bike if you know nothing about it. You wouldn't believe the things I have to deal with from ignorant people who die die want to talk about my bike.

And still I get morons every now and then making the same mistake over, and over, and over, and over, and over.......... again.

This is what my profile looks like.



Thereby states the NAME that I wished to be called, my AGE and my current STATUS. You wouldn't believe how many times I've had to deal with "hi, asl?" "got bf?"

Argh. Which is why having this blog is such a good thing. Let the fun-poking session start!

When messaging someone you don't know wanting to make friends, use English. Not some gibberish normal people can not understand unless they speak your funny gibberish language.

Andy_Chua: hi... i'm andy can make a frens with u ma?

No, you cannot make A frenS with me.You could make friends with everyone else, though.

The following one I simply HAD to ridicule. I HAD to. Or I wouldn't be able to live with myself for the rest of my blogging life.

starcross77: hehe... am i cute.. are you looking at me?? :P

Like, WTF?!

This is his picture.



Are you looking at him?

Anthony: hmm..cooll...a female rider..in our neighbourhood..keke..chat?

hmm..cooll...a male sua-ku-who-chats-with-me-only-because-I-have-a-bike..in our neighbourhood..keke..fuck off?


These are the morons who did NOT read my profile before asking for my msn. For those who did put their msn address, you have my full permission to add and bomb them.

Edmund: Hi babe u damm sexy and chio ,anyway i 25m very open minded guy can talk alot of craps haha hoping to be yr frd. If u dun mind being a frd of mine, kindly give me yr msn email so tat we can chat easier there thankz babe hope to hear from u soon :)

Why sure, my msn email is perverts@freakos.com.

UnChAined: hmm .. hihih .. desmond here ,.,,, u got msn >

Kelvin Yeo: u got msn? we chat in msn... use to ride for 2 yrs rs 125... now take public transport. haha..

kwok jiaren: hellos got msn ?

huat: hihi.. nice to meet u.. got any msn add.. just making friends..

hihi.. (not) nice to meet u.. msn add? got.. don't want to give you only.

weiliang: hi gal. care to chat? if can hope u'll add mi in msn @ jerry_tang666@hotmail.com.. hope to hear frm u soon..

heartbroken: yoyoz care to msn? frncs_choi@yahoo.com be frendly lah ^^

Sillyass: hihi....terence here... jus wanna know more fre down here... here is my msn, silly_ass10@hotmail.com. add me in ok! hope to get urs too.......

Add, add! Nah, my msn add - notinterestedinpeoplewhoneverreadmyprofilebeforemessagingme@forkoff.com

These, are the scary people.

pinkcivic: when free come out for coffee lehz

Do I know you?

And from the same guy,

pinkcivic: hey u haven tell me wats yr name??

Obviously, you must be retarded. Cannot read my profile, har? Asking me when I am coming out for coffee with you when you don't even know my name.

alvin: be friend :)
alvin: girl can we ex msn :) anyway i ride kips hope to know more u :)
alvin: girl can we ex number n chat :)
alvin: far east can call me at 9797 2084 thk

Somebody bomb him, please. Send marriage proposals, death threats, anything. Or better yet, give his number to all the annoying telemarketeers you know.

Fred: hey ...i was bumping around and i happen to see ya profile ... was like wondering ...what's your preferences for a fling ??

Well you'd have to be named Brad Pitt and have buns of steel that when clenched can break pencils into two.

gx: ride mi ! ha

How about I ride over you?

Guyver: hi i am jeff from woodlands can i get to know you.. how can i reach you.

I am reachable at this number - 999.

hed0555: you love bike dont you?heheheheheee..iprefer car for sure...
hed0555: oh.. its a repsol is it??? wah! the insurance very high for that bike leh...

Oh really? I prefer car for sure too. I just like to split up the car into two so there're only two wheels left for me to ride one. And do you know that one of the biggest NOTs is to NOT praise cars over bikes when talking to a rider? It's a surefire way to get them to dislike you.

Anyway, it's a REPSOL meh? Insurance very high for the bike hor? Insurance also very high for Mitos leh! and Insurance basically very high for EVERYTHING LEH!

And by the way, REPSOL is a PAINTWORK, NOT a bike model.

xiangxiang: hi wanna chat?where do u stay?

I stay in Hougang, IMH, in the section where people went crazy because others don't read their profile before asking them for their address for stalking purposes.

Zeave: a lil intro abt u?

Argh!!!

What a weekend!


Was at the IT show for the whole weekend working for Le-mon, under the speakers and DVD players section. Had on 3-inch knee high boots all throughout, and you cannot even imagine in what kind of funny funny places I've been having blisters.

Anyway, met a couple of friends at the show. Namely Hanz, who was working with Panda internet security, and Myth, who was looking around for pretty girls to get numbers from. Didn't have the time to take a photo with them, but I got the others!

With my cute mechenic Lionel, who actually looks a lot cuter in person.



With Han Lun, CBR600 rider who hangs out with Lionel. People say we look compatible in this photo. What do you think?



With Jian Liang, an old basketball friend whom I haven't contacted for years. Note that this is one very, very tall dude. I was wearing 3-inch heels already and he's still towering over me.



And with Samuel, crazy mad rider.



An old ice-skating friend of mine, Bosco walked past too, but as usual he was in a great big hurry and I was too busy pushing my products to take a picture. Ah well.

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Gowns for photoshoot

Wearing any two of these to a photoshoot on the 17th. Which two do you think I should wear?


I feel like a music teacher whenever I wear this one.


My sister's. Which explains the short length.


One of my favorites.


Also one of my favorites.


For Bosco: Eat your heart out.

What do you think?

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Uncle Tommy back in SG!



After having MIA-ed for so long (he was in the US for an assignment), Tommy's finally back! Pictures!


Supposedly an artistic photo but it turned out like crap.

Us messing around with the camera.









Us messing around with his bikes. Yes, bikeS. He's got a CBR929..





.. and a KSR (scramblet).


Andrew.


Jeremy, new guy in our group.



Lazychoo looks weird riding it. Looks like his legs are too long.

For Casper/Desmond


This..



.. is an African Grey. Her name is Cash.

Recomendation of the ..


Day? Month? Year? Since when have I made recomendations anyway?

Here.



Read this. I'm serious.

I was never one for self-help books because I found them too biased and generalized and full of crap.

But this, it's touched my life and transformed my thinking totally the day it fell into my outstretched hands (Ok, so it didn't fell into my outstretched hands. I got it second-hand at 10 bucks from the cute Kenny Liao. But I digress.) It gave me the will and the determination to fight for my own future, not to mention the notion for the decisions I've made about my life, my relationship and my future.

Read this. Awesome morale-boosting power that makes one determined to be the best of the best no matter what one does.

First day of skipping work


And what a shiok day it is! Been raining since god-knows-when, the air-condition's temperature is just right as I bury my face deeper into my blanket. Time now is 2.59pm, and I've only just woken up.

So what's the first thing an avid blogger who doesn't get to blog much since she started work does when she skips work and gets to stay at home?

No prizes for guessing then.

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Today's totally random topic:

Have you ever noticed that in fashion boutiques there is always a line of men waiting outside the changing room for their girlfriends/wives/lovers? They all look a little awkward and give little uncomfortable but knowing smiles to each other, or for the more unfriendly play a little stare game, as if to warn the other against looking at his girlfriend/wife/lover when she comes out.

You men think this is unfair to men right?

On the other hand, down in the game arcades, you'll find women standing/sitting around waiting for their boyfriends/husbands/lovers to finish gaming. Undoubtly, no one smiles at each other. Each and every one of them thinks they have the best, the coolest, the winner as their boyfriend/husband/lover. They wait, and they wait, and then they wait some more until they realize that there is some kind of unexplained bond between the average male and the average game machine.

You ladies think this is unfair too, right?

Then again, there is always a balance in the world. Imagine if we lived in a world where men did not stand in a line in fashion boutiques, and women did not stand around looking bored in arcades. There'll be quarrels and arguments left, right, center. Where will the love go?

Ok, now I'm just being crappy again.

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Heads up to Bret from wholivesnearyou and Casper from Singaporebikes, both of whom actually recognized me outside without having my bike anywhere near by. As you know, most people usually recognise me by my bike, even friends who already knew me. So it is a big thing for me when people actually don't need to help of my bike to recognise me.

So once again, thanks Bret and Casper, you made me feel much appreciated.

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Sam

I missed those days when you were still a good buddy of ours. In fact, I don't even understand why a small argument would lead to such a big one that you actually bore a grudge against us for so long.



Of all the people that we've lost, I missed you the most. Because you were like a brother to me, although you were older than me I've always treated you as a younger brother, hearing stories of your younger days made me want to protect you as a younger brother.

After our argument, you once implied that once you get your big bike you'd come out with us, because you couldn't stand being the small bike in our group, even though Anthony was also riding a small bike and I haven't even started riding yet.

I waited so long for you to get your big bike just so that you'd come out with us again. But I was wrong. You got your RVF, and still refused to talk to us until we saw you at the dam and persuaded you to come to our Jurong Bird Park outing with us next month, which you refused.

Kenny made a point the other day, that made me realised something. If we started to contact you only now, you'd think it was because of your big bike. You'd think we only want to get you back because you now have a big bike and that we're shallow people who don't want to associate with small bikes.

You're wrong. We want you back because you were like a brother to us. We want you back because we missed that smile of yours. We want you back because we were used to that funny way of talking you had. We want you back because you're our Sam.

I guess I miss you riding your awfully tarted up SP.



It's all gone now. Things have become irreversible. You've started associating yourself with people like mysticspa (not that it's a bad thing) and hang out with big bikes only.

I get the point. I'll stop contacting you, if that's what you want.

However hard it is to say this, I'll have to say it. Goodbye, Sam.

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Working in the hospital, you see different things everyday. Like the three cute doctors I've seen so far, and the one big shot doctor with the weird mood swings, who can launch into a full-scale lecture when a nurse asked him why he was back at work when he's on leave.

You must have have either a very strong mind, or a very bo-chup attitude (which I see in most nurses) because all the pain and the sickness gets to you deep inside. They crawl underneath your skin and shoot straight to your heart.

You see very nice patients, who despite the pain try to smile at you and was nice in making enquiries. You see anxious people who have nothing to worry about but think that they're going to die soon. You see old friends whom you've haven't met for a year or so in and out of hospital for a recently discovered brain tumor.

His name is K. He has brain cancer which he discovered about three weeks ago. He was still serving his NS up to the point of discovery. He is only 21.

How could things like this happen to such a sweet guy like him of all people?

Shit happens. Maybe it's just how you deal with it that makes you a better person.

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Been thinking a lot for the last week, since I started working.

I've made really hard decisions, made lots of realisations, and made a few mistakes along the way.

Now I'm making my stand. I will not yield for material things, because if I make it big I will enjoy more of them. I will not let anyone, anyone at all, affect my decision.

About work, about life, and about relationships. I've made my decision. I'm only waiting for certain things to happen, and then I'll put those plans into place.

It's not money that keeps me happy in a relationship. Nobody should ever rely on money to keep them happy. It's the things we do and the effort and sincerity put in that makes us love each other more. And I do believe we're loving each other more each day.

Which might not be a good thing given the decision I'm about to make. Given the choice I'm about to take. Giving the dependancy of things that might happen.

If I hurt anyone in this process. I am sorry.

But you hurt me first.

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I seriously hate that some people needs proof for everything that I tell them. They don't believe every word I say unless there is proof.

Look, if you don't want to believe me, don't ask me in the first place. I'm not going to go to the trouble of digging up all the evidence to prove that my words are true.

For this once, here is your stupid proof.



Happy now?

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Random Photos section


I do believe that there's always space for random photos in my blog. So here they are!



My baby at First Motors. For the piston and conrod, It's going to kill me at $800++. Argh. Anyway, I edited my license plate this time because something bad's already happened, might as well be careful.

The happy people we met at First Motors.


Totally engrossed in their own conversation.

And me.


Totally engrossed in camwhoring.

This is the crazy Samuel, who found a teddy bear on the stone tablet while waiting at his girlfriend's block for Andrew.


Playing the staring game.


Got sick of the staring game.


Decided to pray to the teddy bear instead. Hopefully he'll win the toto and buy new bikes for all of us.

While Samuel was still messing around with the teddy bear, I found this:


Lazychoo got too horny. Decided to fuck the horse under the pretence of riding it.


"Anyone got tissue? I need to clean the seat."


Samuel: "Never mind, I'll clean it with my jeans instead."

Absolutely mad people.

Been at the hospital since Monday the 21st..


... And most of my friends know why.






.......... Because I work there.

*shiver*


Anyway, haven't been able to get access to internet much since I started work, so I guess blog posts will be fewer and further in between. Just bear with it for a while, when I get my diploma and find a better, not-so-crappy job like this one, I'll be able to log in and blog everyday. Wahey~

About my job. I work as a Patient Service Associate (whatever the hell that is), which in layman term translates into Everything Also Must Do with the exception of poking patients with needles. I'm in the eye department, and ironically I've been having a sore left eye since I started work.

It takes a lot out of you to work in an enviroment where there are a LOT of sick people. My biggest weakness is old people, because I have a soft spot for old people. When I see old sick people who I can't help, I feel like crying. The only thing I can do is to smile cheerfully and hope they'll be cheered up by me.

I hate my job. I hate the manager who's like a teacher, trying to control my every move. But the sad thing is, I'm kind of addicted to cheering the patients up. Oh well.

Crap job, crap pay. And they expect me to give my best. If it weren't for my desperate need of money for my bike's overhaul I wouldn't even sniff in their direction. Pfft!

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There's been so much that I want to blog about these few days. But I think most of the things I muse over are seriously not suitable for public publishing at the moment, so I'd better keep them to myself.

I do wish I can blog everyday. That way, many small but equally important details won't get left out. If you noticed, my recent posts are all quite generalized because I pack a lot of stuff into one post.

Sigh.

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My backseat got stolen.



Argh.

And on top of that, my baby's now at the bike shop, waiting for the parts to come in so he can be fixed. Tentatively the problems are restricted to the piston and conrod. The mechanic hasn't done a thorough check yet to assess any other problems. Cost would roughy be around 800+ for the piston and conrod alone.

I want to die.

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Really random photos I just want to share...

*Upcoming parking idiot photo dedicated to Bret. Heads up, dude! Here's the photo you saw me take!*

This dude who really should've gotten into the parking idiots blog.



He took up two parking slots in his hurry to rush into the KFC at Kallang. I give you two scenarios:

One:-
He needs to take a dump desperately. Runs into toilet, found that there were no toilet paper, wails "I can't shit without toilet paper!"
Ends up using leaves instead.

Two:-
Dude is out with his friends. Pregnant wife calls, screams "I WANT TO EAT KALLANG KFC's MASHED POTATOES! You better come back with it within 30 minutes or you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight!" Dude rushes from the west side to Kallang to buy mashed potatoes, rushes home one minute late.
Ends up sleeping on the couch that night.

I am so crappy. Hardy-har-har.


So bite me.

On a totally different topic, Alexander's bought his new bike. A orange Dragstar with funny pieces of orange tape pasted on the oil tank, probably because of the scratch paintwork or something.

And this is his number plate.



Well they say publishing a person's number plate is bad luck, isn't it? But this doesn't count because it's damaged, right?

This picture shows all our bikes,



.. at a coffee-shop in Bishan, where they serve great pratas and awesome milo-pengs. Now if only I could remember where the coffeeshop is.

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This is Wayne,


"Hi, I'm Wayne."

Who's a rare guest among our ex-Aprilian group ever since he entered army (Good, lah! Got army campmates don't want us liao, lah!)

The rest of the group that were at Sun Plaza Mac that day,



And Samuel, displaying his muscles,


"Do I have B.O?"


"Uh oh, she caught me smelling my armpit"

Samuel's gonna kill me.

This would be yours truly, still playing with her camera.



After we've had our fun at Mac's, we shifted to our usual place again, the Yishun Dam.

This would be me trying to scare them with my camera flash.



See the white alien-like flashes? They're all headlights of bikes.

Photos of them on the road.





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Anthony

.. deserves a space on my blog for this.



Does this look familiar?



Of course it does.





Remember, Anthony had his accident one year ago. So we're all kind of taking bets on whether this time next year he'll have his arm in a sling again.

Ha!

On a similar note, this is my arm.



Similar to Anthony's, except that my injury's a lot smaller (but for unknown reasons, mine leaked far more blood than his.)