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?