Way to go, Shit-Stirrer


Way to go, trying to get me into an argument with Lazychoo.

I've seen enough shit-stirrers like you, who drop words into their sentences that are sensitive enough to start wars.

I don't care that whatever all of you agree that I am. When I got together with Lazychoo I was already prepared to battle with the age notion, and I did. This "kid" word means nothing to what I've been through with him.

Uneducated, compared to you people who talk about schools all the time, yes. I do not have a higher level of study and/or IQ than you because I do not have the money to study yet. But however, I believe my EQ is much higher, and I know my ways about the street much better than you do.

At least my friends aren't all pissed off at me most of the time, wearing a mask in front of me and pretending that they like me. My friends like me for who I really am.

I know you have seen many girls in and out of his life. You've been friends for 15 years. From what I heard, you were also partially responsible for him losing his ex-girlfriend. However, that can be just another phase of his life. He's learned his lesson about listening to you. He is entering a new phase now.

With me.

Now you are trying to secretly communicate with him behind my back, asking him to call you when I am not around?

Sometimes it's better for me to be uneducated but upright, than to spend so much money, be educated yet sneak around like a common thief.

Stop bothering us and go live your own life, man.

To make things simple for you


Woah. Didn't expect to be ratted on so fast. Do you like, have absolutely no life?

The walking away notion came from this sms: "Very good. You just made me lost my best friend. Happy? You will never ever see him again. You fucking happy?"

Yes, I am fucking happy. Don't let me be this fucking happy for nothing.

Fuck all our previous arguments where I repeatedly tell you not to use vulgarities, especially on me. Turn on me and direct all your anger at me when he walked away from you, won't you? Did I declare that I do not want to talk to you anymore when it appeared that you did not take sides?

You don't have to understand me. You never did anyway.

Just to make things simple and clear: I am not giving him the chance to talk. Even after I can walk or even after I start riding again, there is absolutely NO CHANCE of a settlement.

I will not be fucked for nothing. You want to fuck me, you better make sure there is a reason to. The reason I see now is that I never see him again, and I hope you do so too.

To that guy: Get your hands off my boyfriend. This is our future now, and you have absolutely no part of it. You are just a phase in his life.

You cannot say I don't understand because I myself have given up most, if not all, my closest friends for him. I understand.

Just... go away and stop bothering us.

I find you despicable


This written at the peak of my annoyance after knowing that they're still contacting. Pardon the irritance.

Just the other day I found traces of them in contact, but Lazychoo erased the evidence. Probably talkig bad about me again. *ahem*backstabber*ahem*

The one who made him scold me when you left abruptly right after dragging him into the argument.

The one who left him, and then turned back and demanded his attention, as if he owed you something.

The one who caused so much trouble between us even though you already we were having a lot of problems already.

The one who don't have to see him everyday but decided that you obviously know what's best for him so much more than I do.

The one who is now dragging out old memories to lure him back.

The one who put all the blame on me.

The one who deems it my fault by my actions, never seeing that you're doing the exact same thing.


If you said you'd leave, and don't want to talk to him anymore, then why don't you? Stop looking back already, because Lazychoo and I are going to have a future together, you can stop hoping already.

I once told Lazy that I can have a talk with you, because of my love for him. That was quite some time ago. And you know what?

Lazychoo once told me in the middle of an argument that "Listen when you want to. Don't want to listen then just blast off. You expect me to wait for you to happy liao want to listen then come talk. No."

So following in his footsteps, you've officially missed your chance to talk.

And following in your footsteps, I never want to see you, ever again.


I know with this post I am going to anger Lazychoo again (frankly, I don't really care about angering anyone else) and he is going to be so pissed at me taking a potshot his friend-who-left-when-I-didn't again. But let me just reach out and ask you to stand in my shoes for once.

My boyfriend already does not have enough time for me. Am doing all I can to make the best out of whatever little time we have left. Now this other guy is vying for his time as well?

How would you feel?

Accident


My turn.

Not convenient to type much. Every action causes me pain.

The temporary loss of use of my entire right body has made me find out a lot of unused muscles on my left. So on top of the painful wounds on my right, I have painful muscles on my left. Argh.

5 days extendable MC! Woohoo~!

Thanks to all who came and helped out and then celebrated with in my sister's room that night. Credit where it's due, I owe all of you dinner.

Thanks to Lazychoo for tahan-ing my horrible temper these few days. I love you.

Let's pretend


Let's pretend to be happy.

Let's put on a mask in front of each other.

Let's pretend that we are so in love.

Let's pretend that nothing is wrong.

Let's pretend that we don't hurt.

Let's pretend we don't feel.

Let's pretend that we turn a blind eye.

Let's pretend to be happy.



I never thought I'd be saying this but..

I hate you.

....



Oh, but for a chance to run away!

Jaded yet still bleeding. Bleeding yet already numb. Numbed yet still hurting.

Perhaps we've all died too much inside. Bit by bit, little by little, we lose our life, from inside out.

Walls closing in. Pressing in, pressing in. Pushing me back into myself, back where no life is left.

Stop touching me.

....


Happy Chinese New Year, people.

Back from the Reunion dinner


Thoughts: If things were turned around, if my friends invited me but explicitly state that they don't want you around, I'd rather not go. I won't go and pretend you don't exist.


It was a BLAST!

Right from getting there, running to and fro from my grandma's to my godmum's and back again, to setting up the tables, chit-chatting, eating, and watching tv in my grandpa's room.

Ah Qiang lending a hand preparing for the feast.



Shirong lends a hand too.



This is the Yu Sheng.

Before:



During:



And after:



This would be yours truly walking around with my chopsticks camwhoring after eating the Yu Sheng.


My sister.


Shirong.


Ah Yong.


Ah Qiang.

By then I've lost my chopsticks, so I was just plain camwhoring with anybody who cared to camwhore with me.


He says I look older than him. What do you think?

A mess of pictures.









The feast begins!





After which we retreated into our grandpa's room to watch TV. Zhizhong says we should do a group photo like last year, so we did.


A room full of Tans!

After the entire thing, we all got home and began mass emailing each other about the photos. Ah yong saw the photos I edited last year and took the initiative this year to make his own edition and sent it out via mass email.

Here's his edition:



And from him, I got inspired to do a whore series of photo editing.






Do you find anything wrong with this photo?

It is..


...the last day of the lunar calendar and I am WORKING.

Damn you corporate world! Damn all you drivers who choose to service your cars at the last minute!

My Lazychoo is sleeping at home on my bed right at this moment, probably in the most comfortable position possible. And later on, at one or hopefully at twelve, I will ride over to Bishan and do some last minute shopping (which I know is going to be a mistake) and perhaps get some lunch for Lazychoo.

Lazychoo been so sweet these few days. I kind of get the feeling of the girl in the starhub commercial where her husband suddenly becomes very nice and does things for her instead of watch TV. Like something's amiss. But it's just little old me, thinking too much.

Anyway, reunion dinner's gonna be a blast, as always. Watch out for photos of the little monster with feelers after tonight!

Love is a two-sided thing


Just a little snippet of a comic that arrived in my email inbox to share with you guys.

Sorry this is only available in Chinese. You others who want a translation, ask me for it.



















































































Isn't this sweet?

I lub my Lazychoo.