tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620953686699074522012-01-28T12:46:33.651+08:00Clayden L.noreply@blogger.comBlogger5451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-52301185082690887292012-01-28T00:26:00.000+08:002012-01-28T00:26:00.252+08:00Dear Beau...<br /><br />Here's a toast to your birthday!<br /><br />Happy XXth Birthday and do know that I love you so very very much.<br /><br />I wish your dream comes true.<br /><br />And I know that's my dream too.<br /><br />So I wish both our dreams come true.<br /><br />Love you dear.<br /><br />:-* :-* :-*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-5230118508269088729?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-62058284551263240322012-01-27T00:23:00.000+08:002012-01-27T00:23:00.420+08:00Who would you choose?<br /><br />Your spouse or your family i.e. your parents and your siblings?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-6205828455126324032?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-26580363858259629032012-01-20T00:16:00.001+08:002012-01-20T00:16:00.062+08:00<div>So one day, Clayden saw someone uploading this link on Facebook. <a href="http://www.mirror.co.uk/celebs/news/2011/11/23/westlife-s-mark-feehily-to-marry-kevin-mcdaid-next-year-115875-23582562/">"Westlife's Mark Feehily to marry Kevin McDaid next year."</a><br /><br />That night, the couple were out for dinner. And Clayden saw the couple ring that they bought together on Beau's finger.<br /><br />Clayden: Dear you're wearing your ring everyday?</div><div><br /></div><div>Beau: Yeah. Even to work.<br /><br /><br />Hmmm...</div><div><br /></div><div>Are you thinking what I'm thinking?</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh well. Not like we were not on "Married to" status on Facebook already right? LOL<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-2658036385825962903?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-88053821758768588892012-01-18T00:12:00.001+08:002012-01-18T00:12:00.066+08:00We bought a pair of stainless steel ring during our honeymoon a while back. One for myself, one for Beau.<br /><br />Beau doesn't have the habit of wearing a ring. But it seemed that he does after we bought the ring together.<br /><br />Beau: I wore to work today.<br /><br />Clay: Eeee. Your colleague didn't ask?<br /><br />Beau: They, waaaah, got ring worrr....<br /><br />Clay: Then how did you respond?<br /><br />Beau: I ma like that lor. Bought during our honeymoon mar, I said.<br /><br />Clay: They just "Ooooo" and didn't ask some more ah?<br /><br />Beau: No lar. Understood one.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-8805382175876858889?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-73741629496921358242012-01-16T00:08:00.000+08:002012-01-16T00:08:01.524+08:00So one night Clayden was unhappy with his mother due to some personal issues.<br /><br />While chatting with Beau...<br /><br />Clayden: Dear... I emo jor...<br /><br />Beau: Dear don't emo lar...<br /><br />Clayden: I miss you so much. I wish you are here to cuddle me.<br /><br />Beau: Dear you miss me ah?<br /><br />Clayden: Cuz when you spoon me I feel safe. Now I feel so alone...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7374162949692135824?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-72175872497670561932012-01-14T00:06:00.000+08:002012-01-14T00:06:00.869+08:00We were in Asia Cafe one night having satay. Beau ordered 20 sticks.<div><br />So after 8 sticks, I was counting. There were 3 left on the plate.<br /><br />Beau: So this all mine ah?<br /><br />Clay: Huh? I only had 8 wor.<br /><br />Beau: How come? I had 7 wor.<br /><br />Clay: I ate 8 mar... see... *count*</div><div><br />Beau: I had seven leh... two... four... eight... seven.<br /><br />I looked at Beau.<br /><br />Clay: OH EM GEEEEEE!!!!<br /><br />*faints*<br /><br />LMAO!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7217587249767056193?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-84110355581210199282012-01-12T11:29:00.000+08:002012-01-12T11:29:00.094+08:00Following the incident with that CHEEBYECHAOHAIFACE lady...<br /><br />Beau: Cool down la dear, no need to be so angry with her one. Why spoil your morning because of such a selfish stupid bimbo?<br /><br />Clayden: I'm trying to! But she's bloody selfish! And that's like SUPER selfish! Urgh! Angry!<br /><br />Beau: When I first saw her bitching to her friend I already know. Her face already has a "Selfish" stamp in the forehead. Why bother? Don't waste your energy being angry at this kind of people one.<br /><br />Clayden: Bloody hell.<br /><br />Beau: Aiyah. Let her be la. What for waste your energy?<br /><br />And so we continued with the class. Kinda satisfied to see that the bitch couldn't even follow the beat properly. Stupid bimbo. No wonder.<br /><br />La la la.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-8411035558121019928?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-518713497523105932012-01-11T11:13:00.001+08:002012-01-11T11:13:00.675+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>So there was this incident in the gym just before New Year.<div><br /></div><div>Went to a Pump class.</div><div><br /></div><div>And a lady placed her board in a place so awkward that other people couldn't stand near her. The space between her board and the next board is not big enough, and s</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>he's not behind enough, and she's not front enough, and to her right it's not big enough for another board. To the right corner it's not big enough for another board as it's near to the pillar already. In short, she's dumb and she thought she owned the gym.</div><div><br />So, Clayden placed a board next to hers. And pushed her to the left, to make more space that would be comfortable for everyone.<br /><br />She came into the studio stunned.<br /><br /><i>Clayden: Do you mind I pushed your board over?</i></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><i><br />CheebyeLady: No...<br /><br />Clayden: Okay? Ok.<br /><br />CheebyeLady: No... NO! NO! NO! </i><br /><br />And she continued to pushed her board back to her original place.<br /><br /><div></div><i>Clayden: You can't move?<br /><br />CheebyeLady: NO NO!<br /><br />Clayden: So you okay with that place or you want your old place?<br /><br />CheebyeLady: NO NO!<br /><br />Clayden: You mean your original place?<br /></i><div></div><i>CheebyeLady: Yes...<br /><br />Clayden: Okay fine...<br /></i><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div></div><i></i><br />I walked away initially feeling unhappy because I couldn't stand comfortably. But after a while, my unhappiness turned into anger. And I spent the next 10 minutes bitching with Beau. Because she fucking go and bitch about it to her friend.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>What the fuck lady. When you said NO to my "Do you mind?" Question, it means you don't mind.</div><div><br /></div><div>1. And when you said you don't mind, it means you are oka</div><div>y to stand at another place. Mind you, that's like, BASIC English!<br /><br />2. But if you minded, then you should explain politely why you minded. Not "NO NO NO NO NO!" in such a tone as though I've stolen your space.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>3. And then you go and bitch about me pushing your board to your equally bimbotic aunty friend. What the fuck bitch?</div><div><br /><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5A3lcfCkPBY/Tv0vHT95HzI/AAAAAAAAAiw/rfSOY9-Rv2o/s400/396548_318293041534674_100000619433972_1017484_173329662_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691757306731634482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div>I wouldn't be as angry if you hadn't been bitchy. But I am now because you are one. So yeah, FUCK YOU! And if you do read this, here's your big fat butt. Yes the one in Pink top. </div><br />Next time, learn some manners. Everyone PAID for the gym membership. The gym is NOT YOURS! So if you don't like it, FUCK OFF!<br /><br />CHEEBYECHAOHAIFACECHAOCHEEBYEKANEENAE!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-51871349752310593?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-36927504481989230142012-01-09T11:10:00.002+08:002012-01-09T11:10:01.137+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left; ">Clayden felt bimbotic that this had to go down in this blog...</span></div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Hs9nRItPFI/Tv0r6i2BT-I/AAAAAAAAAik/xYMK5RyILZk/s400/Untitledq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691753788851965922" />LOL<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-3692750448198923014?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-30501117675259979762012-01-07T01:10:00.000+08:002012-01-07T01:10:03.363+08:00SO we were sipping our pearl milk tea which I bought to share...<br /><br />Beau: My mum said guys who drink this and eat a lot of the pearls will have small cock one wor.<div><br /></div><div>Clayden: Is it?<br /><br />Beau: Don't know. That's why they say Taiwanese got small one.<br /><br />Clayden: Yerr... How you know?<br /><br />Beau: I don't know. I was told only.<br /><br />Clayden: Yawor... dear one also small jor.<br /><br />Beau: Eeeeee!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-3050111767525997976?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-6039106240673428962012-01-06T00:37:00.001+08:002012-01-06T00:37:00.753+08:00Beau and I have came to like this drink even though I used to think it's overpriced and over-rated last time. So one day we were walking towards some shops and this milk tea shop came into view.<br /><br />Beau: Chatime wor!<br /><br />Clayden: You want ah?<br /><br />Beau: Can can... We get one share share la...<br /><br />Clayden: Okay...<br /><br />Beau: Dear get pearl milk tea can ah?<br /><br />Clayden: Can...<br /><br />Beau: Or you want to get the one you like? The jelly one? You decide la.<br /><br /><br />So I went into the shop. Wanting to get my jelly milk tea. But somehow my fingers just pointed the pearl milk tea. I think. And when I saw the waiter preparing the drink and all without any pearl seen, I sort of wondered if he got my order correct! But alas, it was the pearl milk tea.<br /><br />So I came out and meet up with Beau halfway between Chatime and the shop.<br /><br />Beau: Eeee! Pearl wor... Dear didn't get your jelly one?<br /><br />Clayden: Dear like pearl mar.<br /><br />Beau: Hehee... Me dear think of me so much geh?<br /><br />Clayden: Of course la...<br /><br />XD<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-603910624067342896?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-70475992030493041442012-01-04T17:01:00.000+08:002012-01-04T17:01:03.352+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3avxifhSBec/TtCrvZ_nTRI/AAAAAAAAAiY/RqhoFSToGsg/s1600/Untitledasas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3avxifhSBec/TtCrvZ_nTRI/AAAAAAAAAiY/RqhoFSToGsg/s400/Untitledasas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679227961034099986" /></a><br />I toldja I'm making a living from the ads on my blog (to those who knew about it from my FB status months back). So today I was checking my nuffnang account, and there was just a measly RM100 something. I thought I'd transfer it into my paypay account. But when I clicked on the cash out link, everything was gone! POOF! NADA! Disappeared!!!<br /><br />Honestly, I'm an internet noob. I don't know how to deal with a lot of things online, and sometimes even a simple online transaction got me up all night trying to figure out how.<br /><br />After Beau checked on the website, he said I'll just have to wait for the arrival of the cheque. @.@<br /><br />I hope it's not a scam! LOL<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7047599203049304144?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-83897768233478477282012-01-03T16:49:00.001+08:002012-01-03T16:49:00.432+08:00<div style="text-align: left;">I find couples who brush their feet under the table especially in Starbucks where the table are so open and the customer sitting on the next table is just so near to you, terribly annoying and DISGUSTING!</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QX4LAgkeoQ4/TtCo7wSUjYI/AAAAAAAAAiM/RdLB7_aRkE8/s400/IMAG0481.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679224874641689986" /><div>No, I'm not jealous. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-8389776823347847728?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-9352201077938024072012-01-01T00:01:00.000+08:002012-01-01T00:01:01.195+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">HAPPY NEW YEAR!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">May we all live for another happy year and toast to another great year to come</span></b></div><div><br /><br />ps: Not sure why JUICE magazine go all out about partying before the doomsday in their November 2011 series. Kinda depressing that they label 2012 as our 'death' year.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-935220107793802407?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-14326903616918838902011-12-30T10:31:00.000+08:002011-12-30T10:31:00.306+08:00Aunt to Beau: So are you going to follow him back during the Chinese New Year?<br /><br />Beau: *awkward laugh* No la...<br /><br />Clayden: *in shocked mode*.... (still!)<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Many moons ago. LMAO!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-1432690361691883890?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-78022805212042928382011-12-28T10:28:00.000+08:002011-12-28T10:28:00.236+08:00<div style="text-align: left;">Beau: So what is Clayden gonna get Beau this Christmas ler?</div><br />Clayden: A trip here. *shows photo*<br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gocgoI4N-cA/Tsxai_9SvrI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ddebqLzvP-A/s400/IMAG0453.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678012787537919666" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8PtJWKyfrtM/Tsxaiha-7vI/AAAAAAAAAh0/SqvOYyl_kCc/s400/IMAG0452.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678012779340951282" />Beau: Waaaaa....<br /><br />Know where?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7802280521204292838?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-66178231720224929182011-12-25T10:25:00.000+08:002011-12-25T10:25:01.492+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-09FiQUENBRA/TsxZ2dgWZOI/AAAAAAAAAho/hBWBoKmzXN0/s1600/IMAG0442.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-09FiQUENBRA/TsxZ2dgWZOI/AAAAAAAAAho/hBWBoKmzXN0/s400/IMAG0442.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678012022375474402" /></a>Want some Christmas Blend?<br /><br />LOL!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-6617823172022492918?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-36393152568779765862011-12-24T10:24:00.000+08:002011-12-24T10:24:00.845+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vWB9nVWCLh0/TsxZk7rAfRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/V-EmYG60p_c/s1600/IMAG0451.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vWB9nVWCLh0/TsxZk7rAfRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/V-EmYG60p_c/s400/IMAG0451.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678011721235594514" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-3639315256877976586?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-35493564180038207942011-12-23T10:21:00.000+08:002011-12-23T10:21:00.705+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XpirzLUAYrU/TsxYztOoWEI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/GaeS186IRqQ/s1600/IMAG0332.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XpirzLUAYrU/TsxYztOoWEI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/GaeS186IRqQ/s400/IMAG0332.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678010875544885314" /></a>Clayden: Dear... the next time we want to go to Starbucks, remember to remind me to bring my card along.<div><br /></div><div>Beau: Okay. I want one too.<br /><br />Clayden: Need to buy one lor.<br /><br />Beau: Not free ah?<br /><br />Clayden: No ler. 20 bucks.<br /><br />Beau: I thought someone got it free.<br /><br />Clayden: That launching party ah? I wasn't invited.<br /><br />Beau: How come you're not invited?<br /><br />Clayden: Because no one invites me. :(<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-3549356418003820794?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-250664916609230642011-12-21T10:19:00.000+08:002011-12-21T10:19:00.551+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ULoNKALC5M/TsxYSx8x-RI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ePCcZcq9VwQ/s1600/IMAG0382.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ULoNKALC5M/TsxYSx8x-RI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ePCcZcq9VwQ/s400/IMAG0382.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678010309876513042" /></a>Was in Ikea looking for ideas on how to furnish the house...<br /><br />Clayden: I'm thinking of getting that.<br /><br />Beau: For what?<br /><br />Clayden: To put at home.<br /><br />Beau: Is it necessary?<br /><br />Clayden: Actually no.<br /><br />LMAO! Gay people and their spending habits. Ugh!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-25066491660923064?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-73167107660572615192011-12-20T10:17:00.000+08:002011-12-20T10:17:00.635+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6halu1pqMvU/TsxX4AeepDI/AAAAAAAAAg4/AG2CIPTcCPg/s1600/IMAG0294.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6halu1pqMvU/TsxX4AeepDI/AAAAAAAAAg4/AG2CIPTcCPg/s400/IMAG0294.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678009849919480882" /></a>Sushi Q - Publika<div><br /></div><div>Yummy.... </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7316710766057261519?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-51580202437476133082011-12-19T10:14:00.000+08:002011-12-19T10:14:01.225+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ikCHbcmPko/TsxXgyGKUSI/AAAAAAAAAgs/8GhXvWcbghs/s1600/IMAG0361.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ikCHbcmPko/TsxXgyGKUSI/AAAAAAAAAgs/8GhXvWcbghs/s400/IMAG0361.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678009450922397986" /></a><br />Why is it okay for 2 homosexual girls to show public display of affection but not for 2 homosexual guys?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-5158020243747613308?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-58389516296398285332011-12-17T10:10:00.000+08:002011-12-17T10:10:00.806+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A0P4BEurEHo/TsxWb0Y3KVI/AAAAAAAAAgg/uYBZTk5adkA/s1600/IMAG0266.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A0P4BEurEHo/TsxWb0Y3KVI/AAAAAAAAAgg/uYBZTk5adkA/s400/IMAG0266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678008266126731602" /></a>The biceps! The biceps!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-5838951629639828533?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-50265594974124119352011-12-15T10:09:00.000+08:002011-12-15T10:09:00.104+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0Ri6BdxPaI/TsxV-xl0frI/AAAAAAAAAgU/tRQZSt-H7pk/s1600/IMAG0439.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0Ri6BdxPaI/TsxV-xl0frI/AAAAAAAAAgU/tRQZSt-H7pk/s400/IMAG0439.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678007767159570098" /></a>Yes the guy. In black tee. Holding his Starbucks drink.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-5026559497412411935?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-15204688748222010702011-12-14T09:40:00.000+08:002011-12-14T09:40:00.318+08:00<div style="text-align: left;">Clayden ordered 2 sunny side up from the eggs station in the breakfast buffet. And came back with this...</div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vaHJgOOPRN8/TsxPcAP5qMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/8y5CRodi3l8/s400/IMAG0441.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678000572728977602" />Beau: One only?<br /><br />Clayden: Two. Mine's got the yolk beneath.<br /><br />Beau: Sunny side down.<br /><br />LOL!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-1520468874822201070?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-33797367762769521862011-12-13T09:36:00.000+08:002011-12-13T09:36:00.740+08:00So we were in a hotel having breakfast one morning, and there was a young couple with their 2 year old son in the next table.<br /><br />Beau: OMG! The mother doesn't control her son!<br /><br />Clayden: Let her be. Not your son.<br /><br />Beau: He got a knife on his hand! ANd he's climbing up the chair!<br /><br />Clayden: Let him be. When he falls only he know.<br /><br />Beau: But he'll injure himself!<br /><br />Clayden: There'll be some doctor around.<br /><br />Beau: And now he's holding a fork!<br /><br />Clayden: Never mind, he could injure his eyes. And some eye doctor out there can earn more money.<br /><br />Beau: Why you like that one?<br /><br />Clayden: Why you wanna mind other's business?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-3379736776276952186?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-57078750733582162932011-12-11T09:33:00.000+08:002011-12-11T09:33:00.149+08:00Clayden: Your aunt knows we're together?<br /><br />Beau: Of course she knows.<br /><br />Clayden: But it's not like she knew we are gays before?<br /><br />Beau: Well... she knows.<div><br /></div><div>Clayden: How?<br /><br />Beau: She asked.<br /><br />Clayden: When?<br /><br />Beau: When you were buying drinks.<br /><br />Clayden: Then?<br /><br />Beau: Like that lor.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-5707875073358216293?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-49957343399534063312011-12-10T09:30:00.000+08:002011-12-10T09:30:01.521+08:00Aunt: So both of you likes to travel?<br /><br />Us: Yeah...<br /><br />Aunt: I see... that's why you guys got along so well.<br /><br />Us: *smiles*<br /><br />Aunt: And you guys go gym and run and everything.<br /><br />Us: *smiles*<br /><br />Aunt: That's why I see, both of you look very healthy.<br /><br />Us: *smiles*<br /><br />Aunt: You go well with each other.<br /><br />Clayden: @.@ *try to smile* <div><br /></div><div><br />SHE KNOWS!!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-4995734339953406331?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-35924606077010273852011-12-08T09:25:00.000+08:002011-12-08T09:25:00.671+08:00Aunt at Clayden: You need to toughen up.<br /><br /><div>Clayden: *smiles*</div><div><br /></div><div>Beau at Aunt: Can one la...<br /><br />Aunt at Clayden: Not to say you are not okay now, but if don't toughen up, you won't be able to give people the vibe that you are able to lead.<br /><br />Clayden: *smiles*<br /><br />Beau at Aunt: He can one la...</div><div><br />Aunt at Clayden: Like now you have Beau with you, you let Beau do everything, so you just soften.<br /><br />Clayden: *smiles*<br /><br />Beau at Aunt: Can one la, can one la.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-3592460607701027385?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-40603436758054073852011-12-07T09:22:00.000+08:002011-12-07T09:22:00.597+08:00You know there's this position where you lie on your tummy and push up your head on your elbow so you could lie down and still online at the same time?<br /><br />So Clayden was doing that in the hotel room one evening with the head at the edge of the bed and the leg at the headrest part.<br /><br />Beau: Oi! Leg!<br /><br />Clayden: My legs are clean!<br /><br />Beau: Still... Leg... don't put on the pillow!<br /><br />Clayden: Never mind, it's my side of the bed.<br /><br />Beau: Cannot. Later maybe mixed up and not your side only.<br /><br /><br />LOL<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-4060343675805407385?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-74866014888847622702011-12-05T09:17:00.000+08:002011-12-05T09:17:00.509+08:00While blow-drying Clayden's hair, Beau sniffed his hair.<br /><br />Beau: Dear, why your hair still so smelly one? You didn't wash using shampoo?<br /><br />Clayden: I used the shampoo you passed to me.<br /><br />Beau: But how come still so smelly?<br /><br />Clayden: Impossible.<br /><br />Beau sniffed around... and got to Clayden's shirt.<br /><br />Beau: Your shirt has got this stuffy smell...<br /><br />Clayden: Meaning my hair is not smelly lor...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7486601488884762270?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-9751516545939334992011-12-05T09:14:00.000+08:002011-12-05T09:14:00.371+08:00Clayden has the bad habit of getting into bed right after shower without blow-drying his hair. So one day when Beau saw it, he demanded that Clayden sit up and let him dry it for him.<br /><br />Clayden got to the corner of the bed, and continued lying on his tummy.<br /><br />Beau: Sit up properly lar. Cannot get to the other side.<br /><br />Clayden: My head is lazy.<br /><br />Beau: @.@ *speechless*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-975151654593933499?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-71466256914993386162011-12-04T09:11:00.000+08:002011-12-04T09:11:00.048+08:00After getting scolded by Clayden, Beau got cranky.<br /><br />So during our meal at KFC...<br /><br />Clayden: Snack plate. 2. Original.<br /><br />And we were served 2 pieces on each plate.<br /><br />Clayden: AIKS?! This is snack plate!<br /><br />Waitress: Yea.<br /><br />Clayden: Not 3 pieces?<br /><br />Waitress: That's dinner plate. You want 3? Can add on ala cart 2 more pieces<div><br />Clayden: Okay fine. 2 more then.<br /><br />Beau: HEY HEY! Why can't she just cancel the order and key in again!<br /><br />Clayden: Whatever la. No need to argue.<br /><br />Beau: NO BUT...<br /><br />Clayden: I ordered already...<br /><br />Beau: BUT SHE....<br /><br />Clayden: I'm buying....<br /><br />Beau: Fine. You could have paid less.<br /><br />Clayden: It's okay. I'm in a good mood.<br /><br />Beau: *walk away grumpily*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7146625691499338616?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-8726484104081388162011-12-02T09:07:00.000+08:002011-12-02T09:07:00.195+08:00Sometimes Beau repeat stuff that he said when Clayden didn't respond, he might thought that Clayden didn't hear it.<br /><br />Clayden: I KNOW! SO?<br /><br />Beau: Aiyo... Dear emo jor ah? Why nowadays so easy angry one?<br /><br />Clayden: Cranky!<br /><br />Beau: *speechless*<br /><br /><br /><div>ps: Sorry dear... stressed out...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-872648410408138816?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-75349240274372046412011-12-01T09:05:00.000+08:002011-12-01T09:05:00.671+08:00So during the Penang Bridge Run... Beau didn't come out from the hotel when Clayden went for the half marathon.<br /><br />Beau: People on Facebook were asking how come Beau didn't go to the running venue.<br /><br />Clayden: Then what did you say?<br /><br />Beau: Lazy...<br /><br />Clayden: Yalor... not supportive at all...<br /><br />Beau: Heee-heeee<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7534924027437204641?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-32950606383034655332011-11-30T09:01:00.000+08:002011-11-30T09:01:00.370+08:00So there was this form needed to be filled for some confidential purposes.<br /><br />Clayden: Gosh! So thick! How to fill?!<br /><br />Beau: Fill only the ones applicable to you.<br /><br />Clayden: And there's information about the company!<br /><br />Beau: Usually those can get online, need to do research one.<br /><br />Clayden: But there's financial income per annum!<br /><br />Beau: Leave those blank.<br /><br />Clayden: And there's salary column!<br /><br />Beau: =.=" Forms also don't know how to fill.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-3295060638303465533?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-72353836275442358752011-11-29T08:59:00.000+08:002011-11-29T08:59:00.221+08:00Beau: There's no finisher medal in Nike Run right?<br /><br />Clayden: Some limited edition thumb drive I think.<br /><br />Beau: Nevermind lar, dear since you got a lot of thumb drive already, I know you will give me the Nike one right?<br /><br />Clayden: Cannot! Must go earn yourself.<br /><br />Beau: Can lar... I trade mine for you.<br /><br />Clayden: *speechless*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7235383627544235875?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-8531032037618876142011-11-28T08:57:00.000+08:002011-11-28T08:57:00.189+08:002 days later, after Clayden stopped complaining of muscle soreness from Penang Bridge run, Beau started to experience muscle soreness...<br /><br />Beau: Maybe I should skip running Nike Run.<br /><br />Clayden: Why?<br /><br />Beau: Leg pain...<br /><br />Clayden: HAHAHAHAHA!<br /><br />Beau: Yer... my dear laugh at me. *pouts*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-853103203761887614?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-27662454460040161752011-11-27T08:55:00.000+08:002011-11-27T08:55:00.252+08:00So after running 21km last weekend, Clayden came back with a chaffed inner thigh. Compression pants must've ran out of place, leaving spaces in between the thighs to rub against each other.<br /><br />Clayden: Pain...<br /><br />Beau: Why pain ler?<br /><br />Clayden: Chaffed lor.<br /><br />Beau: How you run one?<br /><br />Clayden: Like normal people lor.<br /><br />Beau: Like aunty like that *making a pose running with a abducted thighs*<div><br /></div><div>Clayden: Yor... *pouts*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-2766245446004016175?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-2389362473032441222011-11-26T08:50:00.000+08:002011-11-26T08:50:00.205+08:00After the Penang Bridge last weekend, Clayden was suffering from muscle fatigue; not only in the legs, but also the shoulder. So Beau was called upon to stick some painkiller pads.<br /><br />Beau: Like old man like that.<br /><br />Clayden: You also having pain in your leg.<br /><br />Beau: But mine is not where old people usually suffer pain from.<br /><br />Clayden: *pouts*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-238936247303244122?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-55338611741247490332011-11-25T07:13:00.000+08:002011-11-25T07:13:00.176+08:00That shows how bored I am at times.<br />If you do know, yes I'm trying to make a living out of blogging, but it just doesn't work in Malaysia it seems. :(<br /><br />So I'm sulking...<br /><br />And blowing bubbles into my hot chocolate.<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-55018b325eb70947" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D55018b325eb70947%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329917473%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C3CC7D1C5D8321098D7EEBEFD75DCA6ECB69B8A.818A214B38E67221C0F9A7DDE48EAB49AF33C247%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D55018b325eb70947%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJMP2BmJQRR_EqpxU2DeYew6bM7o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D55018b325eb70947%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329917473%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C3CC7D1C5D8321098D7EEBEFD75DCA6ECB69B8A.818A214B38E67221C0F9A7DDE48EAB49AF33C247%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D55018b325eb70947%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJMP2BmJQRR_EqpxU2DeYew6bM7o&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-5533861174124749033?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-17062740391118262912011-11-23T07:12:00.001+08:002011-11-23T07:12:51.466+08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-1706274039111826291?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-38283111198362105612011-11-20T08:35:00.001+08:002011-11-20T08:35:00.227+08:00I'm sure by now everyone know about Groupon... the online voucher where you get discounts because the company purchase the deal in bulk...<br /><br />So quite a while back there was this deal of 2 types of main course in Tony Roma's.<br /><br /><br /><div>Clayden: Dear, Tony Roma got deals wor.<br /><br />Beau: Oh... yeah I saw it.<br /><br />Clayden: Wanna go? Haha.<br /><br />Beau: Hmmm... Don't want la.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Clayden: Okay lor...<br /><br /><br />And so, we didn't go to Tony Roma for like a couple of weeks.<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-3828311119836210561?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-72602038814314599962011-11-19T08:31:00.000+08:002011-11-19T08:31:00.522+08:00Beau is quite an international traveler before we settled down. Lots of flying here and there and stopping by in Dubai Airport and all... So one day, as I chanced across this coupon on one of the online mass voucher website, I thought I'd ask if he's interested in dining at this restaurant in Solaris Mont Kiara called... something.... can't remember.<br /><br />Clayden: Dear, wanna go try out in the best Middle Eastern restaurant in KL as named by Time Out?<br /><br />Beau: Middle eastern? No way.<br /><br />Clayden: How come? I thought you like it?<br /><br />Beau: I HATED it...<br /><br />Clayden: Haha. okay....<br /><br />Beau: Why? You tried that place before?<br /><br />Clayden: Nope, just wondered if you wanna go try together.<br /><br />Beau: Don't want la...<br /><br /><br />LOL<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7260203881431459996?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-39621994706522774492011-11-18T08:29:00.000+08:002011-11-18T08:29:00.695+08:00Deciding on where to go for our date is so troublesome. So more often than not, I'd ask the Beau to decide.<br /><br />But now he had learnt the trick. He'd keep quiet, until I ask "Where to go ler?" And he'll answer "You decide. Today is You Decide day."<div><br /></div><div>=.="</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-3962199470652277449?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-54732129860959706092011-11-17T08:26:00.000+08:002011-11-17T08:26:00.736+08:00While driving past the hilly route of Mont Kiara residential area, we saw this one guy in running shorts and blue jersey jogging by the pavement, uphill...<br /><br />Clayden: Wah... cutie.<br /><br />I thought Beau would turn around immediately to see.<br /><br />But he lagged for a bit... After 2 seconds, "Is it?" and he tried to check it out in the side mirror.<br /><br /><br />LOL!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-5473212986095970609?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-69773988959458266952011-11-16T08:23:00.000+08:002011-11-16T08:23:00.350+08:00We were at the bookstore one day, and we were browsing through the travel guides.<br /><br />Clayden: Wow! I love this!<br /><br />Beau: Oooh! I have similar series. But of Los Angeles and London.<br /><br />Clayden: Hmmm should I get this?<br /><br />Beau: Don't know.<br /><br />Clayden: But they'll update again later. So it cannot be used 10 years later wor.<br /><br />Beau: Of course. Hotels and all those updated information would be outdated that time.<br /><br />Clayden: Should I get it?<br /><br />Beau: Don't know. Up to you.<br /><br />Clayden: Should you get it?<br /><br />Beau: NOPE.<br /><div><br /><br /><br />LOL!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-6977398895945826695?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-46489622048157288962011-11-15T08:20:00.000+08:002011-11-15T08:20:00.952+08:00so we were in a mall eating and there was this other couple sitting in the next table.<br /><div><br /></div><div>after we were done with food, we left the diner. and coincidentally, the other couple too left at the same time. one of the guy was lean fit and so ever fashionable with low v-neck tight shirt. while the other, although equally good looking, had a huge belly!</div><div><br /></div><div>Clayden: Wah... the other couple one lean fit one big belly.</div><div><br /></div><div>Beau: Ahem... They also will say the other couple one fit one fat.</div><div><br /></div><div>Clayden: &gt;.&gt;</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-4648962204815728896?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-46454374883798949092011-11-13T19:52:00.000+08:002011-11-13T19:52:00.232+08:00Beau: I'm going drinking later...<br /><br />Clayden: Okay... with your boss ah?<br /><br />Beau: No wor... cute guy...<div><br /></div><div>Clayden: Yeeerrrrr.... Not scared I'd get jealous?<br /><br />Beau: No wor... Are you jealous?<br /><br />Clayden: Nope... :P</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-4645437488379894909?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-39092322027792180782011-11-10T19:42:00.001+08:002011-11-10T19:42:00.206+08:00So I was filling out some forms online and I needed Beau's particulars for something... And I have never actually filled out any forms that requires passport number... So I texted him for his...<br /><br />Beau: My passport is XXXXXXXXXX.<br /><br />Clayden: Expiry date?<br /><br />Beau: XXXXXXXXXX. What else you need?<br /><br />Clayden: Errrm... everything in that main page la.<br /><br />Beau: My name you also don't know??? *angry icon*<br /><br /><br />XD<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-3909232202779218078?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-48864149173656878572011-11-09T19:48:00.000+08:002011-11-09T19:48:00.405+08:00While helping Beau to fill up some information online about his Passport number and details...<br /><br /><br />Beau: Dear, there's one more thing in the passport you might need. 8"<div><br /></div><div>Clayden: Huh? What's 8"?<br /><br /></div><div>Beau: The dick size...<br /><br />Clayden: =.=""""<br /><br />Beau: Yours don't have?<br /><br />Clayden: =.=""""""""""</div><div><br /></div><div>Beau: Maybe yours too small. So not significant.</div><div><br /></div><div>Clayden: *faint*</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-4886414917365687857?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-83949939837344961772011-11-07T13:29:00.002+08:002011-11-07T13:29:00.244+08:00In relation to this post about the food that Beau brought that night<br /><br /><a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/388455_284097774954201_100000619433972_922262_1373564472_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 320px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/388455_284097774954201_100000619433972_922262_1373564472_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />We had this...<br /><br />TWO of them! HAHA<br /><br />And it was 11pm already. LOL Luckily the owner of Asia Cafe didn't chase us away.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-8394993983734496177?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-58553169606828809962011-11-05T19:31:00.000+08:002011-11-05T19:31:00.395+08:00So we were out in a shop selling pork dishes one day, and I ordered some soup for myself and chicken in wine for Beau. Somewhere along the dining, pork in vinegar came into the picture, as I thought I'd have ordered that instead.<br /><br />Clayden: I should've ordered that lar...<br /><br />Beau: They sell that here? Yeah! I love that one too...<br /><br />Clayden: You like that? I thought you prefer the soupy one.<br /><br />Beau: No... I like vinegar...<br /><br />Clayden: Oooo... later I go see if they have that...<br /><br />Beau: You don't know I like to eat vinegar one meh?<br /><br /><br />Sensing some hidden meaning there? LOL<div><br /></div><div>Try read out 'eating vinegar' in mandarin. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-5855316960682880996?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-17478499419307366582011-11-04T21:19:00.000+08:002011-11-04T21:19:00.357+08:00One day, I headed to the gym earlier in the day and headed home before Beau off work. Therefore, he went to gym later while I was already at home. After he finished his workout, he called me up...<br /><br />Beau: Dear... sleeping ah?<br /><br />Clayden: No ah... You're not in the gym meh?<br /><br />Beau: Finish jor... Now I'm coming to your place...<br /><br />Clayden: Oh okay la...<br /><br />Beau: I bought something.<br /><br />Clayden: You... bought something??<br /><br />Beau: Anyway, see you later...<br /><br /><br /><br />Wah... what is it? Wine? X.O.? DVD? Or... condoms? LMAO LMAO LMAO!<br /><br />Log in to find out the answer tomorrow!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-1747849941930736658?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-82348546867913358992011-11-03T12:15:00.000+08:002011-11-03T12:15:00.905+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PxvCSbLIplc/TpkJRCbNvKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/JRmcRn-Gi6M/s1600/IMAG0132.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PxvCSbLIplc/TpkJRCbNvKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/JRmcRn-Gi6M/s400/IMAG0132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663568194708552866" /></a><br />Lying in front of the TV watching this one day...<br /><br />Beau: I hate this.<br /><br />Clay: What?<br /><br />Beau: Watching the people there eating and I cannot eat...<br /><br />Clay: HAHA!<br /><br />Beau: Sien jor!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-8234854686791335899?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-72337447496491901982011-11-02T11:32:00.000+08:002011-11-02T11:32:00.080+08:00Woke up one morning and noticed that Beau wasn't lying next to me. He was in the toilet, and after he came back to bed...<br /><br />Clay: Eeee... I woke up just now then, suddenly dear gone jor....<br /><br />Beau: Toilet ler...<br /><br />Clay: I thought you were in the kitchen preparing breakfast for me ler....<br /><br />Beau: Eeeeeeeeeeeeee....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7233744749649190198?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-41909165761354277102011-11-01T11:30:00.000+08:002011-11-01T11:30:00.081+08:00Beau: So... what's my dear gonna prepare for breakfast tomorrow ler?<br /><br />Clay: Errr I don't know ler... Instant noodle!<br /><br />Beau: =.=""""""""<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-4190916576135427710?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-84481375224751352282011-10-31T11:27:00.000+08:002011-10-31T11:27:00.489+08:00So Beau came over to sleepover one night. I had Paul Potts, the opera tenor singer who won the first UK-XFactor playing on the hi-fi with the surround sound system and all, trying to take in the vibes one night. And Beau was lying next to me...<br /><br />Beau: Eh? See see, what you downloaded last night?<br /><br />(I downloaded porn from some website.)<br /><br />Clay: Yoooorrrr... where got people watch porn with the opera songs at the back one...<br /><br />=.="<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-8448137522475135228?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-36283046782836954982011-10-30T11:23:00.000+08:002011-10-30T11:23:00.560+08:00So when we were staying in one weekend...<br /><br />Clay: What to order ler?<br /><br />Beau: You decide la...<br /><br />Clay: McDonald? Pizza Hut? Dominos?<br /><br />Beau: You decide la...<br /><br />Clay: Popeye!<br /><br />Beau: Can also...<br /><br />Clay: Or Nandos?<br /><br />Beau: You decide la... anything also can... Everytime you ask me to decide, today you decide...<br /><br />Clay: You give me some opinion la...<br /><br />Beau: Yerrr... Then might as well I decide lo..<br /><br />Clay: Opinion mar...<br /><br />Beau: I know your trick one. Later you sure say okay with whatever I say.<br /><br />Clay: Heeeee... :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-3628304678283695498?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-1708319999644350942011-10-29T12:30:00.000+08:002011-10-29T12:30:01.693+08:00So we came to know that a mutual friend had an encounter in the gym shower room. And Beau asked me what this mutual friend told me.<br /><br />Beau: Such thing happened in the gym?<br /><br />Clayden: Don't know. Never encountered.<br /><br />Beau: Ya meh? The uncle who followed you leh?<br /><br />Clayden: That one different, follow only...<br /><br />Beau: Have to follow you around first also then only something can happen.<br /><br />Clayden: Yerrr.. No lor. Nothing happened.<br /><br />Beau: Next time I follow you lor.<br /><br />Clayden: Wah. Good wor like that. Got hunk follow me in the shower rooms...<br /><br />Beau: Heeee *blush*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-170831999964435094?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-10217639962218194842011-10-28T12:26:00.000+08:002011-10-28T12:26:00.755+08:00On MSN one night...<br /><br />Beau: Dear dear... how's your day?<br /><br />Clayden: Okay lor...<br /><br />Beau: Dear miss me ah?<br /><br />Clayden: Err... no wo...<br /><br />Beau: Har? :(<br /><br />Clayden: Emo ah?<br /><br />Beau: Yalor..<br /><br />Clayden: Aiyor... of course got la. Pulling your leg ony.<br /><br />Beau: Yer... My dear also know how to tease people already...<br /><br />Clayden: Long time lor...<br /><br />Beau: *hugs*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-1021763996221819484?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-86958843469980440252011-10-27T21:38:00.000+08:002011-10-27T21:38:00.532+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I was sitting in Starbucks one day when there was this handsome guy coming in to sit right next to me. I stole a look. One second. Two seconds. And I stole another look.<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KWUgAlUx1TM/ToR1kt41SRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/EtfuaX2mMk4/s400/IMAG0522.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657776305537894674" />He looks preeeetty familiar... Anyone knows who he is?<br /><br /><div>He left his friend about 1 hour later. Friend was asking when he wanna go out drinking again. He said he thought his friend was busy all the time. Friend replied he wasn't that busy. And I thought they mentioned that night it self they were going out for beer.<br /><br />Wooo... so man....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-8695884346998044025?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-78175709358454513182011-10-26T21:34:00.000+08:002011-10-26T21:34:00.088+08:00And the following day... Beau called up.<br /><br />Beau: Dear... are you okay?<br /><br />Clayden: Yeah I'm fine... What do you mean?<br /><br />Beau: I pass motion so many times since this morning... All water one...<br /><br />Clayden: Is it? I'm fine wor.<br /><br />Beau: I thought it was the sushi...<br /><br />Clayden: But I'm okay lor. Maybe it was your drink.<br /><br />Beau: Okay... I'm literally sitting in the toilet the whole morning.<br /><br />Clayden: At home? Not at work ah?<br /><br />Beau: How to go to work? Every half hour needs to go to the toilet... Sigh...<br /><br />Clayden: Dear got the Chinese medication not?<br /><br />Beau: No... But I finished the whole bottle of 100plus d...<br /><br />Clayden: Oh... can also.. Now still got ah?<br /><br />Beau: Got... but not so much anymore. This morning like pee like that...<br /><br />Clayden: Yeeee.....<br /><br />Beau: I should've taken a photo lo... Yellow colour one...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7817570935845451318?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-40725183115830768942011-10-25T21:30:00.000+08:002011-10-25T21:30:00.414+08:00Clayden: I was wondering what you were buying...<br /><br />Beau: *smiles*<br /><br />Clayden: Kinda weird for you to actually buy things. Some more after gym... And then it occured to me...<br /><br />Beau: *smiles*<br /><br />Clayden: The half price sushi!<br /><br />Beau: *eyes wide open* You expected jor?!<br /><br />Clayden: No lar. You said you were on your way, and you bought something. So I started to wonder what it was...<br /><br />Beau: Yerrrr.... No fun one...<br /><br />Clayden: Who asked you tell me so fast...<br /><br />Beau: Then next time I don't wanna tell jor...<br /><br />XP<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-4072518311583076894?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-71474509612972863182011-10-24T21:26:00.000+08:002011-10-24T21:26:00.350+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Beau knows I love Japanese food.<br /><br /><img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/311089_266550496711647_100000700959277_871808_8534094_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 420px;" border="0" alt="" />And so, we headed out to find a place to sit down. Was contemplating between Starbucks and the hawker centre, but opted for the later in the end... Because Starbucks seemed to be more strict in their 'no-outside-food-allowed' policy. LOL<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7147450961297286318?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-63629247691691565622011-10-22T21:13:00.000+08:002011-10-22T21:13:00.113+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I nearly got into accident for this! You guys better leave comment for this post. LMAO!<br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lePdGKFP40/ToRv3yV3H6I/AAAAAAAAAfg/8Pzq0yb3X0k/s400/IMAG0418.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 231px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657770036081139618" />And he waved back... At the lady in the car in front of mine though. HAHA!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-6362924769169156562?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-33964240298247551052011-10-21T21:04:00.000+08:002011-10-21T21:04:00.126+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h7Q-d44lTgM/ToRtehcyggI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/d5N9a3JTJtc/s1600/IMAG0473.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h7Q-d44lTgM/ToRtehcyggI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/d5N9a3JTJtc/s400/IMAG0473.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657767403026809346" /></a><br /><div>Clayden: Wah... Me!<br /><br />Beau: Huh? You mer... You really posting that?<br /><br />Clayden: Well, lookalike mar...<br /><br />Beau: Yeeeeesh!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-3396424029824755105?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-73917241065003336952011-10-20T20:44:00.003+08:002011-10-20T20:44:00.410+08:00<div style="text-align: left;">So Beau and I joined this fun run organized by NTV7 months ago, and in our goodie bags there were lots of stuff. Amongst them is a tub of TLC's body lotion. I've yet to use mine, since well, it's not like we've got winter here and I never have any dry skin problem. Not sure about Beau's though.</div><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oHnIFYm0orE/ToRsjemidpI/AAAAAAAAAfI/PSZoFToCWVc/s400/IMAG0486.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657766388650112658" />One day while doing our shopping, we came across TLC's product on the shelf. And guess what...<br /><br />Beau: Eee! The Feel Good Run one wor...<br /><br />Clayden: Eeee... wah, not cheap. 20 bucks.<br /><br />Beau: Mine's the Matahari one.<br /><br />Clayden: How can? Mine's purple...<br /><br />Beau: Dunno wor. I got orange one.<br /><br />Clayden: Yeeerrr! Double standard. I got cheaper one.<br /><br /><br />But of course, all for the joke. No offense!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7391724106500333695?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-10402356063602739172011-10-19T22:55:00.001+08:002011-10-19T22:55:00.513+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_jVMXeCvqc/TmjYgZM-sNI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4iE0yG5ppjk/s1600/IMAG0411.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_jVMXeCvqc/TmjYgZM-sNI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4iE0yG5ppjk/s400/IMAG0411.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650003783569027282" /></a>Beau: Yerrrr!!!! I feel cheated! Why one big one small?<br /><br />Clayden: You didn't know I was talking about it just now?<br /><br />Beau: I feel so cheated!!!!<br /><br />Clayden: =.="<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-1040235606360273917?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-76868258107274226542011-10-18T23:03:00.000+08:002011-10-18T23:03:00.475+08:00Clayden: Yer... How come the eggs one big one small?<br /><br />Beau: Why cannot? People one also one big one small.<br /><br />Clayden: Where got? Mine's same size.<br /><br />Beau: Same meh?<br /><br />Clayden: Of course.<br /><br /><br />And by balls, think dirty. LOL<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7686825810727422654?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-62784157466363907232011-10-17T23:00:00.000+08:002011-10-17T23:00:02.934+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6qrW5ZAsOjw/TmZEhxQCsVI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ZtbRqD-i0VI/s1600/IMAG0404.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6qrW5ZAsOjw/TmZEhxQCsVI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ZtbRqD-i0VI/s400/IMAG0404.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649278129529860434" /></a><br />We were finishing our dinner in a Japanese restaurants with some empty plates and were waiting for the waiter to confirm our orders before we head to the payment counter.<br /><br />Clayden: You think got people hide half of these plates under the table before they leave or not?<br /><br />Beau: Ish!<br /><br />Clayden: Well, we don't have to pay so much.<br /><br />Beau: Oi!<br /><br />Clayden: Hehe. I can do that before the waiter comes.<br /><br />Beau: Don't lah.<br /><br />Clayden: Hehehe...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-6278415746636390723?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-57645550259437634912011-10-16T23:42:00.000+08:002011-10-16T23:42:00.668+08:00Can't remember what we were talking about, but somehow the conversation were led into staring at the crotch when you're looking at men.<br /><br />Clayden: Where got people look at the crotch one?<br /><br />Beau: Why not?<br /><br />Clayden: You look at a person from the face on...<br /><br />Beau: I know for sure some people do go straight to down there.<br /><br />-.-"<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Do you? Like, wanna assess how big his dragon is? LOL LOL LOL!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-5764555025943763491?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-78130216942467004562011-10-15T23:40:00.000+08:002011-10-15T23:40:01.238+08:00Clayden: The guy at the other table kept looking at me wor...<br /><br />Beau: Why? You know him?<br /><br />Clayden: Not that I know of.<br /><br />Beau: Then he knows you?<br /><br />Clayden: Gasps! He knows I'm the the author of this blog!<br /><br />Beau: So fo-fu-lar meh?<br /><br /><br />How I know? XP<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7813021694246700456?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-66234071802676913612011-10-14T23:39:00.000+08:002011-10-14T23:39:00.623+08:00Beau: Dear not wearing underwear today ah?<br /><br />Clayden: How you know?<br /><br />Beau: Of course I know.<br /><br />Clayden: I might be wearing underwear.<br /><br />Beau: Touch one place can know already.<br /><br />Clayden: =.="<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-6623407180267691361?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-23458219179083722052011-10-13T23:33:00.000+08:002011-10-13T23:33:00.518+08:00Following last night event, I actually looked into my attire when I went out with Beau.<br /><br />Clayden: Maybe it's because of what I wear.<br /><br />Beau: Why? What about it?<br /><br />Clayden: Too much skin exposure.<br /><br />Beau: Just sleeveless only isn't it?<br /><br />Clayden: But gym shorts...<br /><br />Beau: Oooooh yea lar... So short some more...<br /><br />Clayden: I came out from home without changing mar...<br /><div><br />so yeah. Sometimes too comfortable and casual an attire attracts attention...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-2345821917908372205?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-14334263476684275472011-10-12T23:27:00.000+08:002011-10-12T23:27:00.516+08:00So as usual it was our supper time in Asia Cafe and on our way out heading towards the car park, we passed by this group of 4 guys sitting near the staircase. And... I accidentally heard one of them saying...<br /><br />"Fuck me sideways!"<br /><br />@.@<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So in the car, I told that to Beau.<br /><br />Beau: Yeah I know. Even though I didn't hear anything.<br /><br />Clayden: How do you know?<br /><br />Beau: Because they kept looking at us when we left.<br /><br />Clayden: So obvious ah?<br /><br />Beau: Yeah. Sometimes you are.<br /><br />Clayden: -.-"</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-1433426347668427547?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-88567326011622956882011-10-11T23:18:00.001+08:002011-10-11T23:18:00.320+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMtiBST1IaU/Tl-iuZOJx5I/AAAAAAAAAew/n_b9sVnLm-k/s400/IMAGE_953.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647411375673821074" /><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div>Clayden: Do you think I can finish this wasabi? <br /> <br />Beau: Why? <br /> <br />Clayden: Just wondering if you want to bet with me. <br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div>Beau: Don't want. If I bet with you, you sure can finish it one. <br /> <br />Clayden: Heeheee... <br /> <br />I did. In the end. OOOOh my nose!<div> <br /></div><div> <br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUlFQQs0wsY/Tl-iuJybMGI/AAAAAAAAAeo/_UFdvialou8/s400/IMAGE_954.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647411371530989666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div> <br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-8856732601162295688?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-45177844276191840392011-10-10T23:14:00.000+08:002011-10-10T23:14:00.604+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_4WzO71A9I/Tl-iLXc8AGI/AAAAAAAAAeg/HZlPeYehO2Q/s1600/IMAGE_944.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_4WzO71A9I/Tl-iLXc8AGI/AAAAAAAAAeg/HZlPeYehO2Q/s400/IMAGE_944.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647410773903540322" /></a> <br />When you wear some tights and when you've got underwear inside showing the outlines on the butt cheek, it's kinda sexy in a way. I thought. <br /> <br />So, in the gym the other day, I saw this guy who came in tracks and owh-so-bouncy butt but I just couldn't find any outlines of the underwear he was wearing. Did he just go commando? <br /> <br />Ser-weet! I've gone commando a lot, even going outings. But work and gym are the two occasions I've always got something underneath to hold my bird and my balls. LOL.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-4517784427619184039?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-70426238373662978412011-10-09T23:10:00.000+08:002011-10-09T23:10:00.233+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vD2e1t4J--I/Tl-hA0LVI2I/AAAAAAAAAeY/JQQZeHtx_Fs/s1600/IMAGE_483.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vD2e1t4J--I/Tl-hA0LVI2I/AAAAAAAAAeY/JQQZeHtx_Fs/s400/IMAGE_483.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647409493124129634" /></a> <br />So we were going up the escalator to the upper floor with 2 ladies in front of us. It was unintentional that when one of them stepped off the escalator, we actually caught a glimpse of what's underneath her miniskirt. It was not intentional I swear! <br /> <br />Beau: You saw also? <br /> <br />Clayden: Omg. My eyes. Can see the vagina even. <br /> <br />Beau: Really? No underwear? <br /> <br />Clayden: Noooo... ooo my eyes... <br /> <br />Beau: I thought I saw white underwear... <br /> <br />Clayden: No lah... She didn't wear any... my eyes..... <br /> <br />LOL!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7042623837366297841?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-59719891783462416632011-10-08T23:05:00.000+08:002011-10-08T23:05:00.331+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRMY9k276aI/Tl-gMP5XSoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7etlnsVUjcQ/s1600/IMAGE_392.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRMY9k276aI/Tl-gMP5XSoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7etlnsVUjcQ/s400/IMAGE_392.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647408590031899266" /></a> <br />Couple 1: What are you looking at? <br /> <br />Couple 2: The Isetan member card thing. <br /> <br />Couple 1: You have meh? <br /> <br />Couple 2: I think I have one. At home maybe. <br /> <br />Couple 2 asked the cashier: Sorry, where to check the points ah? <br /> <br />Cashier: At the I Club on the 2nd floor. <br /> <br />Couple 2 again,: What do I get from the points? <br /> <br />Cashier: Usually you can redeem as vouchers. <br /> <br />Couple 1: You got? <br /> <br />Couple 2: Dont know leh... <br /> <br /> <br />So schweet.... like married couple like that. Or maybe they are. LOL<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-5971989178346241663?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-86148980758703997972011-10-07T23:01:00.000+08:002011-10-07T23:01:00.150+08:00<div style="text-align: left;">Was in the cardio class one day when this foreginer came in half way taking his seat next to me. He was buffed! And in a singlet, you could so see the outline of his pectoralis major and the veins on his biceps, gosh... I was trying to control my raging hormones. LOL. But true enough, it's indeed a motivation because you just don't want to embarrass yourself in front of such a hot hunk. LMAO!</div> <br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x3SWcnvHuIY/Tl-ewYZF7CI/AAAAAAAAAeI/6k0l9V0bm68/s400/IMAGE_370.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647407011764497442" />Rest assured, we got acquainted. I mean. A handshake. I did after all, helped him out with the set up and all. <br /> <br />But I have no idea what his name is. LMAO!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-8614898075870399797?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-25374625652421137002011-10-06T22:59:00.000+08:002011-10-06T22:59:00.228+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIG3y-EeMBA/Tl-eDfSvvcI/AAAAAAAAAeA/eUPFtbumVQw/s1600/IMAG0765.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIG3y-EeMBA/Tl-eDfSvvcI/AAAAAAAAAeA/eUPFtbumVQw/s400/IMAG0765.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647406240522812866" /></a> <br />To my utter disbelief, I actually saw this in the locker-room in the gym. What the heck?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-2537462565242113700?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-76469415538093587392011-10-05T22:56:00.002+08:002011-10-05T22:56:00.786+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d03bc7I_gvQ/Tl-dg4VRNKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/xRh2-Lq5yF4/s1600/IMAG0766.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d03bc7I_gvQ/Tl-dg4VRNKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/xRh2-Lq5yF4/s400/IMAG0766.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647405645948859554" /></a> <br />Clayden: Whoa. No more locker left but this one. No wonder it's empty. <br /> <br />Beau: Why ler? <br /> <br />Clayden: Everyday die. <br /> <br />Beau: LOL! <br /> <br />114 in Hokkien is pronounced as 'yat yat sei', which sounded similar to dying everyday, i.e. day='sei', and everyday='yat yat'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7646941553809358739?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-31602083563843847932011-10-04T22:53:00.000+08:002011-10-04T22:53:00.431+08:00Beau: Dear I didn't gain weight wor...<div> <br /></div><div>Clayden: I did... 5kg. <br /> <br />Beau: Whoa... can join Biggest Loser Asia d... <br /> <br />Clayden: cheebye.</div><div> <br /></div><div>Beau: Yerr... Dear scold me. <br /> <br />Clayden: *angry mode* Dowan to talk to you d... <br /> <br />Beau: Don't la.... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-3160208356384384793?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-36793041271026994622011-10-03T15:58:00.000+08:002011-10-03T15:58:00.218+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OyNRSfRjIgI/Tk7BQ3bBXFI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ewIunovINAg/s1600/IMAG0364.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OyNRSfRjIgI/Tk7BQ3bBXFI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ewIunovINAg/s400/IMAG0364.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642659878641163346" /></a> <br />So there was this hot guy in the RPM studio one evening, riding on a bike preparing for the class. And then... Another lady member came in, and started scolding him. "This is my bike. Do you know that? This bike is number 6! This is my bike! Did you register? At the front desk counter! You have to register you know?! You cannot simply take my bike!" <br /> <br />I looked at them, shocked. Like seriously? Gurl, there's no need to shout! He's a new member! Talk properly. <br /> <br />So in the end, hot guy went to register for a bike and came back in. I was half hoping he would sit next to me. After all, he noticed I was looking at him. But too bad, he was on the far end of the studio. But true enough, our eyes met more than a dozen times throughout the class... <br /> <br />Gay? Definitely. LOL<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-3679304127102699462?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-45478377002852924352011-10-02T15:56:00.000+08:002011-10-02T15:56:00.378+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rLiOASFLi7c/Tk7AR9xu_rI/AAAAAAAAAdo/AyHVIcYEHfY/s1600/IMAG0349.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rLiOASFLi7c/Tk7AR9xu_rI/AAAAAAAAAdo/AyHVIcYEHfY/s400/IMAG0349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642658798015282866" /></a>Saw this guy walked out of the locker room in erm... green shorts that has monkey face printing all over it from front to the back, pretty much like that boxers you wear when you go to sleep... Seriously? Comfort has a limit ya' know... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-4547837700285292435?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-33162098847294949582011-10-01T12:10:00.000+08:002011-10-01T12:10:00.119+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pzBDMadCB-c/Tk6-_U0RlsI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xteX3iZgz9o/s1600/IMAG0235.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pzBDMadCB-c/Tk6-_U0RlsI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xteX3iZgz9o/s400/IMAG0235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642657378270811842" /></a> <br />It's almost always definite, when 2 hunky guys say hi to each other and walk down the escalator together, that they're either a gay couple, or gay singles dating each other, or gay singles who are friends... <br /> <br />Hottie from the gym going for food! :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-3316209884729494958?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-18709087973913880072011-09-30T15:49:00.001+08:002011-09-30T15:49:00.437+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idiDh6ZvYnM/ToR3m6W-XeI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KbQx8LdnCr8/s1600/IMAG0177k.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idiDh6ZvYnM/ToR3m6W-XeI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KbQx8LdnCr8/s400/IMAG0177k.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657778542268538338" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-1870908797391388007?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-29225981430227961712011-09-29T15:46:00.000+08:002011-09-29T15:46:00.798+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div>LOL<div> <br /></div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cQhjg2mgThs/Tk694M6R8tI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/f2_eANPNVgI/s400/IMAG0103.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642656156377805522" /><div>Not Clayden and Beau... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-2922598143022796171?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-27360582153899813552011-09-28T18:25:00.000+08:002011-09-28T18:25:00.678+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vJV1uSZ3bWU/TiK5I2vuNMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/M1lJqJ1kak8/s1600/IMAG0165.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vJV1uSZ3bWU/TiK5I2vuNMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/M1lJqJ1kak8/s400/IMAG0165.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630266045952308418" /></a>One Sunday, Beau was picking Clayden up for gym. And when he arrived... the sight of his car was... shit.<br /><br />Clayden: Wah! Bird shit car!<br /><br />Beau: Yerr... Call my car bird shit car...<br /><br />Clayden: True mar... So many shits.<br /><br />Beau: Okaylor. Angry bird shit car.<div><br /></div><div>LOL</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-2736058215389981355?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-2979403298981115392011-09-26T10:43:00.003+08:002011-09-26T10:43:00.556+08:00months ago during the craze of Harry Potter's last movie, Clayden too was hyped, and dragged Beau along. As they were walking into the cinema...<br /><br />clayden: Harry Potter... yay yay!<br /><br />beau: Harry Potter... yer yer...<br /><br />clayden: =.="<br /><br />Clearly, beau is not a fan... Even worse, he dozed off as the young wizards broke into the Gringgots Bank! luckily he woke up and remain at that till the end after I woke him up...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-297940329898111539?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-65328012803254969262011-09-25T10:37:00.001+08:002011-09-25T10:37:00.169+08:00beau: dear, how old is he?<br /><br />clayden: 20 I think.<br /><br />beau: so young? but he looks mid 20s already. especially when he smiles. got wrinkle at the corner of his eye.<br /><br />clayden: is it?<br /><br />beau: yea, like you too...<br /><br />meaning I look older than my age too. bleah XP<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-6532801280325496926?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-46139670436782436472011-09-24T18:21:00.000+08:002011-09-24T18:21:00.083+08:00<div style="text-align: left;">Been noticing this for a while. A lot of the hot hunks in the gym, as well as on the street, and when I mean hot hunks, it's pretty clear they work out a lot, their backs are like, you know, straight. I understand if you stand with a correct posture, back straight and not hunched and all. But it seemed though, apart from standing straight, they pull their shoulder back as well.</div><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JcMXnzzBYT0/TiK4fYX_dDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/16JKZrcIY9g/s400/IMAG0153.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630265333425075250" />To flaunt the big muscular chest?<br /><br />Hmmm....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-4613967043678243647?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-71425385685895679792011-09-23T23:24:00.000+08:002011-09-23T23:24:00.732+08:00So we were ordering some chawamushi just as the restaurants were taking their last call. But the waitress didn't seem to do anything after we ordered, and just continued to clean the next table and what nots.<br /><br />Beau: Did she key in the order?<br /><br />Clayden: Not sure...<br /><br />Beau: Okay... if she didn't it's okay la...<br /><br />Clayden: But they charge later.<br /><br />Beau: They dare?! I'm the KING of ANGRY BIRD!<br /><br />Clayden: Whoaaaa! The bomb ah?<br /><br />Beau: The most superior one that flattens out everything.<br /><br />Clayden: Then ma can score 3 stars in every level d!<br /><br />Beau: Of course! But need to purchase that bird seperately. It's an eagle.<br /><br />Clayden: -.-<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The power of cyber games. LOL</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-7142538568589567979?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-86008404338351502612011-09-22T23:22:00.002+08:002011-09-22T23:22:00.570+08:00Beau: Should I sign up for a personal trainer?<br /><br />Clayden: Erm... up to you... if you think it's beneficial.<br /><br />Beau: But I don't think I'll benefit much....<br /><br />Clayden: Well, they correct your techniques at least.<br /><br />Beau: I know the techniques already.<br /><br />Clayden: Then they discipline you.<br /><br />Beau: =.=<div><br /></div><div>LOL!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-8600840433835150261?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-30138919197345763152011-09-21T23:16:00.000+08:002011-09-21T23:16:00.182+08:00Beau: Colleagues start commenting I wear so sexy in the gym. The sports tank top, the pants, the bandana, gloves, mp3 player... They all wear normal one.<br /><br />Clayden: Normal like how?<br /><br />Beau: Like what you usually wear. Loose t-shirt. Cargo pants...<br /><br />Clayden: Hey! I wear appropriately.<br /><br />Beau: Yea right.<br /><br />Clayden: In that case, I agree with your colleagues. You always wear too sexy.<br /><br />XP XP XP!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-3013891919734576315?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-26803654785539254572011-09-20T23:13:00.000+08:002011-09-20T23:13:00.153+08:00Beau: Can't go to gym next week.<br /><br />Clayden: Go to the gym in the office then.<br /><br />Beau: No way. No more...<br /><br />Clayden: Why not?<br /><br />Beau: Cuz everyone started gossiping about me the next day.<br /><br />Clayden: Huh? What do you mean?<br /><br />Beau: Whoa, didn't know you so strong.... whoa, didn't know you got triceps.... whoa, didn't know you so sexy. <div><br /></div><div>Clayden: =.=""""""<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-2680365478553925457?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-64331494978627995302011-09-19T23:05:00.000+08:002011-09-19T23:05:00.694+08:00So we went into a restaurant after gym one night for dinner, and we saw a couple, of which one was the instructor.<br /><br />Beau: Is it?<br /><br />Clayden: Of course they are. But then hor, is the instructor even gay in the first place?<br /><br />Beau: Yeah.<br /><br />Clayden: You seen his profile?<br /><br />Beau: Yeaps.<br /><br />Clayden: Then couple lor...<br /><br />But then after a while, the moved outside into the open, maybe because it was hot inside the restaurant.<br /><br />Beau: Why leh?<br /><br />Clayden: Maybe cuz he knows we were talking about them.<br /><br />Beau: -.-"<br /><br />LOL!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-6433149497862799530?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-84937274390533495692011-09-18T21:54:00.000+08:002011-09-18T21:54:00.118+08:00So Beau and I went out shopping for his gym shoes one afternoon. Headed to Farenheit and later to Pavillion. Spent almost 6 hours walking and cruising down in the area. By the time we were home, we were totally beat...<br /><br />Beau: Next time we should do this again..<br /><br />Clayden: Do what?<br /><br />Beau: Shopping...<br /><br />Clayden: LOL. What are you gonna shop for?<br /><br />Beau: No need to exactly buy anything.<br /><br />Clayden: =.=<br /><br /><div><br />Do gay couples out there do this often? LOL LOL LOL!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-8493727439053349569?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962095368669907452.post-17936071106281124582011-09-17T21:51:00.000+08:002011-09-17T21:51:00.342+08:00<div style="text-align: left;">Need I say more?</div><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NhPsCtPg1lk/Tg3RdOH_CkI/AAAAAAAAAc4/XSZ7l_kMNtw/s400/IMAG0091copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 248px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624381809593616962" />Not telling you where this place is though.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/962095368669907452-1793607110628112458?l=lastdayofthemonth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clayden L.noreply@blogger.com1