On the Xth day of Xmas.....

My world seemed to stop snowing.
& it started to rain.

The storm seems to be over.
But the aftermath remains.

My heart broke a little,
when you told me about the imperfect 5.
It shattered when it seems like you wanted to search for your own happiness.

My birthday with you, having fish porridge and noodles, watching LOTR on tv, was my sweetest.
Because it was with you.
I'm sorry that yours with me wasn't as memorable or sweet.
But I did enjoy driving around parts of Singapore talking about everything and nothing at all.
Because it was with you.

I laugh and smile,
only to hide the stabs of pain when you say that you're looking for smiles in yourself.
I'm sorry I can't bring you the smiles.
I'm still trying to.
I thought I had.
I thought I could.
When I said I hope to bring happy-ness to you,
your silence cuts like a razor.

You laugh and smile.
But I see that faraway look, and I wonder if the cracks in your heart have mended.

If I sounded hostile, I apologise again.
I wasn't aware.
Thinking that I was calm and collected didn't mean that I was.
Now, it just sounded like a case of too little too late...

On the Xth day of Xmas, things aren't what they used to be.

And your blanket is still full of dust.
I'm finding it hard to sleep recently...

Hello Hokkaido!

If you didn't notice, Timmy boy was away the whole of last week.
Where to? You might ask.

Hokkaido + Tokyo.
With the family.
Watch this space for more updates....

Operation MHK Day 5: Till the next time....

The end of the road.
Conclusion to Operation MHK was coming to an end in this final day.
The only good thing for this day was: Late flight = Got time to do last minute shopping/walk walk/what-nots.

The tired Bs family with a last look at the hotel room.

Jamesy boy had gone off at this time, with a little mini drama which, to put it simply, was:
1. he overslept
2. he had to rush to the airport
3. he missed his original flight but is in desperate need to hop onto a plane to get him back to Singapore so that he will not miss the flight back to Aussie
4. he found a rogue agent selling plane tickets back to Singapore, only catch was: he no enough $$
5. Kevin wee had to rush down to save the brother in need
6. Kevin wee, after settling the debacle with Jamesy, decided to stay in the airport to wait for the rest of us.

So what were some of us doing?

Eating dim sum of course!!!
It would be blasphemy if we went to Hong Kong and back without eating any dim sums......

The final meal in Hong Kong.
At the airport no less.....

And that's all folks.
The end of Operation MHK.

It was a hell of a trip and believe me, we'll be back there again.

Till the next time........

Operation MHK Day 4: Of family and football...

Day 3 was a whirlwind of activities that left the cast somewhat drained, so Day 4 was going to be more free and more easy.
But there was one place we had to go.
The place we've heard so much about but never had the chance to visit.
It was.........

The so called "Holland V" of Hong Kong.

We set off late in the afternoon, sans Kevin Wee who went in search of his own amusement in the form of....... his Hong Kong friend.
His friend gal ah?
YES.
So the rest of the cast hopped into a cab, directed the cab driver to take us to the promised land of pubs and more pubs, and we ended up in.......

Here.
Soho Street if I'm not wrong.
And what do the Bs family do when they reach an unconquered land?
They take pictures....

But before the cast moved on any further, the Bs family had to complete another mission.
Dinner with Baby Boo's family.
If awkwardness can be personified, then it would take the form of Kevin Wee. Giving me one of those insanely annoying smirk.

Oh well, since it was a sooner or later thing, me just decided that it would be better now.
Coupled with the fact that it was a scaled down meeting from a whole clan thingy to a just aunties and dad thingy.
Lucky me.

Good thing about the dinner was: The food was superb.

Family pics!
It wasn't as bad as I thought.
At least I didn't choke on any food, sprouted out nonsense, burped/farted loudly, gor drunk........ the list goes on.
And they were nice.
Maybe cos they kept piling food for me. Or maybe cos they looked pleased with me.

We managed to link up with the rest of them for the Man U game while navigating through a labyrinth that looks like this:

My senses almost deceived me into thinking that we were back in Holland V in Singapore.

Even the place had a slopey geographical make-up.

The rest of the night passed by without much fanfare.
Man U didn't win, the club that we went to had a Bikini Night thingy but half the time we saw throngs of people rather than hordes of ladies clad only in Bikini(apparently they had some competition going on but given the language barrier+near-deaf music pumping out of the speakers = dunch understand a shit what was happening)

Point to note: The club that we were persuaded to part our currency with was reputed to be one of the better ones. But the music sucked. Big Time. The air-con was non-existent. To call the dance floor a standing suana might be a tad understatement. Table+Sofa seats came with price tags of approximately 1/10 of my hardening liver = $600 SGD. The male-female ratio was skewed towards the male population.
Nuff' said.

We bailed out of the club just after 2+ hours of vainly praying that things might happen.

Supper.
The best conclusion to a rather negative clubbing experience.
Best part?

It's cheap.
Yum yum!!!

And so the cast, being satisfied for the night, proceeded back to base camp.

For tomorrow, tomorrow will be the last night of their trip in Hong Kong....

Operation MHK Day 3: Here you leave Today enter the world of Yesterday, Tomorrow and Fantasy...

Day 3 started off with the cast moving off in different directions.
The missus and I went in search of fantasy in Disneyland,
the rest of them went in search of marine life in Ocean Park.

The Bs family found their fantasy land........

But not before stopping over for some good ole' roadside food.
As they say, an army cannot march on an empty stomach.
We also cannot venture forth in our adventures without satisfying our gastronomic needs.
Woot!

Taking the Mickey express at Sunny Bay.
With you bb, everyday is a sunny day for me :)

Us goofing around at the entrance to Disneyland.
Check out meine's pose.
Just like Mickey Mouse lah!!!

We were lucky enough to catch the fabled parade that attracts throngs of people like Singaporeans to a buffet table, or me to free alcohol.

And more pictures of the parade.
Guess who enjoyed more?
The spectator or the photographer? >.<

My lovely BB in her various poses......

Me cam-whoring....

It's a small world afterall.......
But judging from the size of the boat ride, this world ain't exactly small.
Ok, maybe just a tad smaller than a certain Ogre....

Just. Us. :)

My personal favourite.
Snapshots of us attempting different facial expressions.
Phonelines and message board are open for voting.
Who has the kick-arse facial expression?
Me or me?

We just can't stop taking pictures....

Of ourselves!!!!

To top up the madness, we had a KTV session with some guild friends of Mr and Mrs Horny.
We even managed to celebrate 2 birthdays at the same time!
*Point to note: Some of them can sing f**king well, some of them(ie: the guy in black holding the birthday cake with Horny) can sing the songs with lewd lyrics f**king well.

Were we tired?

Uber.

So till the next time.......... the operation will continue....

Fly me to........

It's strange.
This time last year, I was flying off to Hong Kong/Macau without nay a care in the world,
just the possibilities and the fun I'll be having over there.

This year, things seem and feel a tad different.
For one, this year I actually had to work, before I can go for the break = no holiday mood for me(not yet anyway...)
But I guess the main reason is you.
I just care bear to leave you :(

Still, the plane's taking off in another 2 hours time(or thereabouts) and I'm determined to enjoy the best I can, just like I told you I would.
For your sake bb.

I'm so~~~~~~ missing you already :(

I know...

I know that there's only you.
I hope that you know that I know.

Red, White and red, and white...

Had one of the more unexpected weekends last week.
Attended a hen's night. Check.
Attended a hen's night with some 9 litres of alcohol flowing around and still managed to stay sober. Check.
Attended a wedding when I only met the bride thrice(she was uber high the 1st time, drunk the 2nd time, and sleepy the 3rd time). Check.

What can I say?
All in the name of love.
Though I must say, this dress doeth provided an extra incentive for me to attend the wedding. And surprisingly, I've made a few friends (although I have a feeling I will probably not see them for a long long long time...) and passed some tests.

Will attempt to get more pictures up but no promises. Too busy nowsadays.

The other lane is...

Always faster.
Murphy's law was right afterall.
I've always thought that this might or might not be true.
Yesh, we have experienced this sometime somewhere somehow at least once in our lives:

1. You ish in a queue, say.... buying food from Macs
2. You stand in line, thinking about what to buy, thinking about whether to upsize the meal or not, thinking about what sauce to get for the nuggets.....
3. You start to meld back into reality, and realised that eh? The line beside me is moving faster!
4. You take a quick glance to scan for any newcomers, seeing none, we skip quickly to the next lane.
5. You ish feel pleased with your astute observations to spot the difference and your quick feet in getting you to this 'express' lane.
6. Less than 20 seconds after you switched lane, your original lane has expedited and you go WTF?!?!?!
7. Your new lane is now stuck.
8. You starts to consider jumping back to the original lane.
9. Taking another quick glance, you take a might hop of faith back to the original lane.
10. After giving yourself another pat on the back, you realised that the lane you just jumped from has people moving faster than an assembly line. Your original lane is now stuck.

Now raise your hands for those in this scenerio before.

This morning on the way to work, I was caught in a bit of jam.
I was presented with the same dilemma: Should I or Should I not. Switch lanes?
I pondered and I wondered. I think, I thought and I tried to confirm.
And the thought just struck me.
Why don't I see if I dunch move at all. Will the other bleddy lane remain faster than me?
The scientist in me was intrigued, brain started to kick start into ALERT mode, eyes roaming the road for the subject experiment.
I looked left I looked right.
Lo and Behold!!!
I found it.

I give you, the other (unknowing) subject of this current experiment termed as: "The Other Lane"
I give you: Nissan GT-R (3.5-liter DOHC 24-valve V6 engine, 480bhp @ 6400 rpm, 0-100 in 3.2 sec......)

Anyway, back to the experiment....
The logic is simple. I will stay in my lane, and see if by not changing lanes, will I be faster.
Curbing the burning desire to switch lanes, I patiently bade my time.
Experiment subject's(lets term it GTR) pulled away from me.
I was losing ground.
But I persevered.
I bit the bullet and endured.
Oh wait, my lane is moving too.
I'm catching up, I'm gaining ground on the GTR....
My lane was still moving, slowly but steadily I was eroding the lead the GTR possessed.
I was... I was...
I was suddenly ahead of the GTR!!!!

My premise was right.
By not changing lane, I am actually moving faster than the other lane = MYTH BUSTED!
I was driving on a high now, I suddenly saw visions.
Visions of me on a podium, debunking Murphy's Law of the other lane always being faster.
I could even win a Nobel Prize for this!!! (if there ever was such category)
I grinned to myself and even managed to mangle a song in the process of euphoria.

Until I stopped.
The GTR overtook me.
And this time, it didn't look back.

I was shocked.
This wasn't the ending that I was looking for, the scenerio wasn't supposed to be painted as such.............
Dammit.

As I exit-ed the expressway, the only thought plaguing me was:
The other lane IS always faster.
All hail Murphy.

Huppy Birthday to you... Yes you...

This is a rather late post for something that happened a week ago.
But then again, if you look from another angle, it's an early post from me.
Anyway, here's what we did for Kevin Wee's birthday last week.
Not on the actual day of course, he was too busy gallivanting somewhere with someone(or someones)

The place where we would commence the gastronomical attack was supposed to be Kuishinbo @ Suntec.
But alas!!!
They were fully booked.
On a weekday??!?!!?!??!
I rest my case.

Plan B: Kuishinbo @ Great World City.

The systematic mutilation and consumption of crabs was a form of art not to be missed.
On this aspect, I must bow to the skills and ruthlessness of Mr Horny.
His dexterity, strength and pure single-mindedness of devouring the crabs brought nothing but tears to my eyes(like real!) and joy to my heart.
I felt for the crabs.
Yes.
They had die-ed a worthy death.

Snapshots of the (belated) birthday boy Mr Kevin Wee.
Huppy Birthday biatch.
A point to note: He can play pool! I'm surprised.
But some things never change.
He still cannot drink.

Snapshots for the rest of us.
Me, BB, Horny and Da Sao.

I had to include this somewhere somehow.
This is one, good, smoking shit.
Looks like a water melon being baked but looks can be deceiving.
BBQ CLAYPOT?!?!?!?
Next time, remind me to save some stomach for this good stuff(cannot bluff!)

& back to the birthday boy.
Presents he got from us.
Box with a fake centipede, check.

Tiger-prints G-String, check.

I'm sorry Wee Wee, the saleslady managed to bamboozle us(okok, me actually, BB wasn't that convinced) into buying the G-String by regaling us with anecdote of a hen pecked husband who thought he could be man enough to subdue the tigeress at home with a tiger-printed G-String. He forgot about the story of 武松打虎. Nuff' said!

PS: So Kevin wee, next time u better dunch be the tiger and ya-ya ah. Your future missus might be a female 武松!!!

This have little relations to do with Kevin Wee.
Just pictures of me and my baby.
Actually it does have something to do with Kevin Wee.

It's to drive up his sugar level. :)

A stunning picture of me to top it up.
With friends like me, who needs to go to the movies for entertainment?

Till the next post....

-- Timmy out

All about lovin' you...

All About Lovin' You

Looking at the pages of my life
Faded memories of me and you
Mistakes you know I've made a few
I took some shots and fell from time to time
Baby, you were there to pull me through
We've been around the block a time or two
I'm gonna lay it on the line
Ask me how we've come this far
The answer's written in my eyes

Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new
That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more
I don't wanna sleep tonight, dreamin's just a waste of time
When I look at what my life's been comin' to
I'm all about lovin' you

I've lived, I've loved, I've lost, I've paid some dues, baby
We've been to hell and back again
Through it all you're always my best friend
For all the words I didn't say and all the things I didn't do
Tonight I'm gonna find a way

Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new
That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more
I don't wanna sleep tonight, dreamin's just a waste of time
When I look at what my life's been comin' to
I'm all about lovin' you

You can take this world away
You're everything I am
Just read the lines upon my face
I'm all about lovin' you

Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new
That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more
I don't wanna sleep tonight, dreamin's just a waste of time
When I look at what my life's been comin' to
I'm all about lovin' you

All about lovin' you

-- Bon Jovi

When you asked me if I can not make you sick of me,
this song suddenly popped into mind.

I'll never want you to be sick of me.
Cos I'll never be sick of you.

I'm still finding the reason why I'm so head over heels in love with you.

But when I do, I'll write it down and burn it.
And I'll proceed to fall head over heels in love with you.
Again.

Mis.take

If I said I had a clue what happened last night,
I'll be lying.
Because I ain't got one.
I just know that something went wrong, somewhere, sometime, somehow.

But please do not think that I meant it.
Because I never did.
Something just got lost in translation somewhere, sometime, somehow.

My only defense is that I would never do or say anything intentionally to hurt you or to make you sad.
The preference would be sunshine, rather than rain.

If I could repeat a thousand times how I feel for you,
I'll do it.
TWICE.

"There are no mistakes, no coincidences. All events are blessings given to us to learn from."
-- Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

Maybe something did went wrong somewhere, sometime, somehow.
But please.
Please tell me where when wat why how.
Please tell me so that we can work it out.
For the present, and the future.
So that I can learn from it.

Operation MHK Day 2: Pose, Smile and Capture...

Day 2 was a whirlwind of affairs that started in the morning prior to checking out, after the checking out, having lunch, going to catch the ferry, reaching Hong Kong proper and finally ending up at the hotel. (here I must extend my gratitude to the Bear Jianxiong, who recommended the hotel for us. Was quite the impressed by the hotel and its location. Thanks again bro!)

But as soon as everyone was settled down, we realised that the wonders of Hong Kong should cannot be ignored due to reasons such as fatigue or hunger.
So........ off we go!!!

The cast arrived at the Avenue of Stars. (From left to right: Jamesy, Me, BB, Kevin Wee, Horny, Da Sao.)
Something like the Hollywood one where the Hong Kong stars imprint their palms in concrete and etching them on the sidewalks for everyone and anyone to step on.
Whoever derives pleasure from having their palm prints stepped on is beyond my mortal understanding.

The things we do, the things we see.
No offence to Bruce Lee btw.
We were only goofing around.
Note: Kevin Wee is going to get castrated for it. He's trying to grab Bruce Lee's balls!!!
The gall of it!

Now you see 4.
Now you see 6.

Me: Kevin Wee! WTF you doing?!?!?! Stay in character!!!
Kevin Wee: But I am leh~~~~
Jamesy: Why the fiack am I indulging these buggers to take this picture?

Me: I'm pretending to shout out something but I'm not cos I dunno what else to say already.
Horny: Hmmmmm, shall I kick Timmy in the nuts for making me take such a cock picture?
Jamesy: Oei Horny! More emotions leh!
Kevin Wee: Heng I standing quite far away they cannot see my face clearly. Hahaha(msn laughter)

The cast ended the antics on the account that their stomachs were growling.
Plus they had enough of cam-whoring.

And how do you feed 6 hungry souls?
Why, with good food and desserts of course!

Mug shots of how good the desserts were.
Note the bugger in pink.

Mr Horny was so enthralled by his mango-what-not that he had to roll in eyes in pleasure.
Not the sexual kind of course.

Roaming Temple Street and what nots.
Pasar malam on a grander scale.
Some of us managed to purchase some items of interest.
Such as smelly beancurd, toys, mahjong tile-shaped lighters, jackets, bag etc etc.
What we brought back for free was a load of memories and a bag of smiles.

Some of us decided that the night was still young.

No, wait.
Only da sao who wasn't feeling well decided to call it a night.
The survivors decided to do what they think would be the best form of activity for the late night.

Making Kevin Wee drunk.
Not a diffcult task I might say.
One just need a li'l Heineken and a deck of cards.

Next thing you know. You have a KO.

And if you're lucky, you could be treated to a performance of air-guitar by Kevin Wee!

Book now, and we'll throw in a free drink. For Kevin Wee to aid in his solo performance.

Once again, we'll leave the cast to finish up the night with more alcohol being consumed, some YouTube videos being shown, an air-guitar performance.
And some sleep.
Till the next post...

We ish like Mong Lok...

Touched. By an Angel...

Touched:
- adjective
To affect the emotions of; move to tender response
Example: Having someone wait for 5 hours(including 1+ hour in the dark wilderness outside my camp) just to pass you your favourite burger and coke.

The only things that stopped me from running out to meet you were:
1. I was too far from where you were waiting. By the time I ran there. It'll probably be dawn.
2. Even if I was able to perform the physical aspect of no.1, I'll probably be charged with AWOL.
3. If I were to kena no.2, I will not be able to see you for a long time. Which will probably make me go nuts.

I was never so touched. In my life.

That's why falling in love with you is so easy.
It's the periods without you that's hard.

The many faces of my dear BBBB :)
Have I told you lately, that I love you?

时光机

"Love is a choice you make from moment to moment."
-- Barbara De Angelis

And at that moment, in the past, it was a different person.
From the moment you came into my life, I chose to love you.
Every single moment.

I must confess, at times, I do wish for a 时光机.
Just to change what I've said at times.
Yet, to do so would to be denying myself of the chance.
The chance to pen down what I felt at that precise moment in time.
I'll pen down the feelings and emotions at that moment,
that moment when it is the true me,
the me that is feeling, thinking, happy, sad, angry...
These are the components of me, that made me the me then.
Those are not what I feel now.
The past are events that are rendered obsolete by the passing of time.
The present and the future are the components that matter.

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Yet, these pages of history ruffled some feathers.
And I can understand why.
Tormented I was, by the pages of your history.
Upset by the possibilities and the implications of the questions you posted a long time ago about the individual whom I'm not dispensed to like anytime in the future.
Jealous of the ones (yes I'm rather cranky regarding this train of thought I must confess) who had the good fortunate to have you in their lives, but never giving you what you deserve.
Regret that I didn't get to know you earlier.
So please don't pin the blame on yourself.

If a confession is to be made, let it be made here and now.
I confess.
I didn't bother explaining not only because I had faith in the love I had, the love we had.
I didn't not do so because I didn't care.
It was the from the sharp pangs of disappoinment.
From the disappointment I felt when you made it sound that my love was so unreliable, so flimsy,
so fake.
Your response had a hint of disbelief in it.
Your messages carried a subtle tinge of rejection in them.
Shocked.
Devastated.
Hurt.
I was momentarily lost.
Rendered speechless.

"If I know what love is, it is because of you."
-- Herman Hesse

I love you BBBB.
I really do.
I really know what love is with you.
And I want you to know that I know.
I want you to know that there's only you.
That although I missed out on you in the past.
I want you in the present.
And the future.
I want you to know that everytime you question my feelings,
I feel hurt, indignant, demoralised, dispirited.
And most of all, untrustworthy.
I really do.

I hope that you still belief me when I say this:
"There is no remedy for love but to love more."
-- Henry David Thoreau

I can't find the right words to say, except what I've said.
There's really no cure to loving you.
Except to love you more.

I've taken up the courage to lay bare my soul,
to say that yes, there was somebody.
But now there's nobody except you.
You.
You who is not a substitute, nor a rebound.
Or anything you might term it as.

There's only one person whom I love now.
It's you.
Miss Veronica Chau Jinqi.
My BBBB.
Now.
Forever.
For the next lifetime.
And the lifetimes after the next.

If these are not enough, I'm sorry.
Because these are really all I have.

Road...

"Still round the corner there may wait. A new road or a secret gate."

-- J.R.R. Tolkien

I'm sorry BB, around the corner there won't be a new road or a secret gate.
Just me.
To bring a smile to your face when you turn the corner and leave your troubles behind.

Operation MHK Day 1: Here, there, everywhere...

Its kind of funny how I never managed to find the time to post the 2nd edition of the long-ago Hong Kong trip but well, I guess this short reservist stint has some advantages afterall (not to mention the overdose of sleep I've been given....)

So we left the cast at the Budget terminal, all geared up and ready to go.
What next?
The plane ride of cos...

While some of us were busy cam-whoring, notice the guy in stripes.
Doing his best to conserve energy. For what purpose, let me keep it a secret for now.
The trip didn't start off too brightly, with the plane being delayed due to the computer screwing up or something along that line.
Not a good start......
Yet despite all the misgivings about the lack of reliability on the plane system, we managed to touch down at the Macau airport, wandered around looking for the elusive free bus that supposedly could get us to the hotel(my bad guys!!!) etc etc.

So what happened to the cast once everything was settled in the hotel?

They went searching for food.
It may not taste the best, but it sure looked good.
Plus we were hungry....

With no time to waste, Operation MHK reached another phase:
Reconnaissance on The Venetian!!!!

After hearing me wax lyrical about the grandeur of this uber huge casino hotel shopping centre or whatever you wanna call it, the rest of them decided that a recon misson to this fabulous place was in order.

Plus there was a Man U megastore there.

We could only stay as long as our jet-lagged bodies could take it, and it wasn't before long the decision beat a hasty retreat back to HQ ala Hotel Sintra was made unanimously.

Shower.
Rest.
Food.
That was the program for the night.
Oops, my bad....
That was the program for the evening...

We(sans Da Sao) eventually found our way to the casino of Grand Lisboa, where cold hard cash were exchanged for chips, where the universal currency is luck, where we camped for several hours.

Operation Huat Ah! wasn't successful for some of us who bled, ie: Me and Jamesy boi.

Mr Horny was able to acquire more ammunition for the rest of the trip though....

Day 2 started off with us trying to drag our arse-s from a long night executing Operation: Huat Ah!

But somehow, we managed to find time for lunch, short shopping trip, smoke session and still ended up on the ferry to Hong Kong.

Which.... will be a tale for another day.....