Ouch...

Just learnt something the hard way today.

If you're getting more advanced in age(like me!), have not been exercising regularly(like me!), a bit round the edge(like me!) but still thinking of hitting the gym(like me!)...

DO WARM-UP.

Seriously.

A 27 year old body that is being bitch-slapped by the rigours of sedentary office life, mauled into submission by a constant lack of sleep, force-fed a diet of air(ciggys) and water(alcohol) is only marginally able to function normally on a daily basis.
To take it to a higher level (ie: jogging), some preliminary steps must be taken.
One of which is taking the time to DO WARM-UP.

I had to learn it the hard way.
Ouch...

PS: For those who are interested, I managed to run a measly 4km before deciding enough was enough.

PPS: Did I mention I kinda pulled my back muscle or something along that line? Ouch...

So much, so so much...

Been a while since I've been here.
So much things have happened.
So so much...

If only I had the time to sit down peacefully to blog about everything and anything...

But one thing is for sure, these few weeks are going to be busy.
Busy, but fun...

And all will be revealed in good time.

For the meantime, let me get back to work...

Odd hours...

Nothing much going on in my life except for working, eating and sleeping.

In that particular order.

Working at odd hours is not funny. At all.

And at the end of it all, are we even a little bit appreciated for the time and effort?
Because honestly, they don't pay me well enough to spend some much time working...

So let's just wait and see shall we?

Till the next tour of duty then....

PS: A big sorry to the missus, sorry your Mr Bubs is constantly away for now.... :(

Welcome to the world...

Welcome to the world our dear Reia aka RX9 (as coined by her father)

The first of our Bravo babies, so you'll have the (dubious) honour of leading our offspring in a reign or terror in the not-too-near future.

As for now, just enjoy the attention, grow up beautiful, sassy and smart.
And remember, grow up to love your parents.
Because they love you, loads...

Welcome dear Reia....

-- Uncle Tim

In the end, there's only the me in you and the you in me...

I guess in the aftermath of the everything that happened.

In the end, there's only the me in you and the you in me that kept us together.

We can never stay mad at each other for long.

We never did.

And I hope we never will...

This Left doesn't feel Right...

For a moment, I thought that was it.

I was trying in vain to shout out.

That this Left doesn't feel Right.

You took that half step.

And then you took a step.

One more step was all you need.
To walk away for good.

I'm still shivering...

Jaded...

Yet another bleak post.

Forgive me, for this place has lost its lustre of laughter and happiness.

Till the next post, the next post, the next post.

For now, I'm rather jaded.

Seeking a steady companion in the glass, the music and the wine.

Cheers.

Sleepless, Clueless and Hopeless...

Times like these happen.

Times when the world grinds to a standstill.

Times when everything is so still the silence hurts.

Times when sleep seems to be the only logical thing to do.

But sometimes, things happen.

This time, I couldn't get to sleep.

The by-product of an overactive imagination and the re-introduction of some alcohol in the system after abstaining for a few days (due to health reasons, ie: Stomach Flu) are probably the shields against the Sandman's attempts at luring me into the dream state.

So here I am, blogging cluelessly.

About something, nothing and maybe everything.

Strangely, I've been thinking about work.

Which, in my case, has been getting from bad to worse.

Reason being?

I have no idea.

Lack of motivation?

Lack of recognition?

Lack of self respect?

Lack of (monetary) rewards?

Or simply, is it me who's lacking?

Sundays have been laughing at my apparent discomfort at night while Mondays are relishing the thoughts of tormenting me in the mornings.

If I am so bold to make a prediction, a showdown will happen, sometime, somewhere, somehow. Unless change is made.

Change.

A simple word to say,

a hard thing to do.

Yet its ironic how some people can change with just a snap of fingers.

Or maybe that's the 'real' you, as you explained, in an enigmatic kind of way, in your blog.

In your blog.

I repeat.

In your f**king blog.

Not having the brotherhood to call for a kopi session to talk things out. Check.

Not having the decency to call any one of us to talk things out. Check.

Not having the effort to drop a single message to any one of us to let us know anything. Check.

Not having the fucking basic respect to answer our calls and sms-es. Check.

If that's your idea of change.

Please go ahead.

Please go ahead and be a stronger, better man.

Please go ahead, and change.

Please go ahead and change to this other person who can take a 'sabbatical leave' from friends just like this.

Please go ahead, because we ain't worth fuck shit to you.

Because we ain't worthy for you while you seek a higher path of self enlightenment.

Because here we are, wondering and worrying like fuck, you chose the path of denial.

Denial of all those who care.

So please.

Please fucking go ahead and heed your 'bugle call'.

And no, I'm not trying to be a fuck-arse trying to proclaim the limitation of what an individual can or cannot do.

I'm not pissed at the 'sabbatical fucking leave'.

I'm just pissed by the way the how you took off.

"Guys I just need some time to myself. May be uncontactable for some time."

14 fucking words.

I didn't even add the 'Sorry' and the 'Bye'.

Is it that hard to even give your friends the heads up?

Oh wait, I forgot.

We ain't worth fuck shit.

Because real friends don't do this.

Because real friends may actually attempt to contact you in person to share news/updates with you.

Like for example, me actually calling you up to inform you of my change in status. Horny telling you in person that he's going to be a father. Jamesy meeting us up in person to say he was going overseas to further his studies.

Note the fucking trend.

If you can't see the trend, let me spell it out slowly for you.

We. Actually. Told. You. In. Person. Not. Letting. You. Know. Through. A. Fucking. Blog. Post.

Got it?

I hope you do.

Because I had enough of the nonsense.

You played hardball, I'll play your way, bitch.

I'm leaving you this blog post.

And you have 3 days.

3 fucking days. Savvy?

You have 3 days to contact me.

Via phone, sms, msn, email (home or office).

Not through a fucking blog post or a comment on my blog.

I want a sincere response.

If you want to carry on changing this way, go ahead.

But please don't impose your changed self on me.

Because I don't give a flying fuck.

Got it?

Oh, and between now and then, have a great fucking life...

Exhausted...

I'm fucking exhausted of explaining everything to anyone and everyone over everything and anything.

If I choose to do it this way, it's because I've actually thought about it and I want to do it.

And that,

is my final answer.

Up and down, left right center...

Things are just happening up down left right center.

I'm inclined to think that this is a sign from above.
To mind my own business.
Ride through this, and get prepared for more work.

Don't ask me about the part on work.
It just came up naturally...

Down...

Clack.
I held my head up high.
Clack.
My sight was straight.
Clack.
The poise of my steps were steady.
Clack.
Managed a grin about halfway through it all.

Clack.

Stop.

Start.

A verbatim of words was exchanged.

My walk back to the covert of my cubicle was less than certain.

The spring in my steps were strangely short.

The smile that was plastered to my face felt fake.

This is the time of the year.
The time of the year when the measure of a man is weighted.

Mine came up glaringly inferior.

Though I went in harbouring no illusions of grandeur, the fallacious assessment of my worth struck me to no end.

Humbled I was.
And to grin and bear it with stoic dignity (or what's left of it) called on my reserves of utter shamelessness.

No more.
No more I say.
No more can I accept this scathing blow without a nugget of resistance.

I swear.
I swear that the next time , things can and will only get better.

Just watch and see.

Right place. Wrong time...

2 days ago...

Yz: "It's at Marsiling Sec, go check your email."

Me: "Okok, thanks will do"

Today, at around 12:42 pm...

Yz: "Why you never turn up?"

Me (thinking that they were already warming up): "Eh, I'm on the way."

Yz: "What on the way!? The match ended liao"

Me immediately whipped out the phone to call: "Isn't the match at 1???!?!?!"

Yz (shouting over the phone): "You COCK lah! I thought you will get the place wrong that's way I told you to check the email! You checked the place but you never check properly the time?! ARGH!!"

Me: "Fuck sia............."

Yz: "You can go back already lah..."

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Lesson learnt:
Always TRIPLE check the place, and most importantly, the TIME.

Happy Birthday to you too....

Erm... Happy Birthday to you too.

It's amazing out of the various pictures I have of you, this is one of the few that you have the most exposure.

Rather amazing how the year has passed us by, cruising down the good ole' PI of E.

With just the rush of the wind and the renditions of the songs I've managed not to mangle.

In any case, you'll be getting a paint job soon.
Just think of it as... a belated birthday present.......

The day the Earth stood still... and I snapped....

Yes it wasn't gracious of me.
It wasn't even fair.

The spiky hair twat probably had the intelligence of a deranged monkey.

Come to think of it, it looked like a cross between an ape and a mangled doll.

It was uncalled for, surely.
For I was minding my own business, and balance of course.
I was attempting to go uphill on a pair of roller blades mind you.
And for those who bladed with yours truly, you should know that I possess the grace of a hippo and the agility of a turtle with Xmas shopping.

ie: I suck at blading.

So picture this:
Timmy boy attempting to navigate a hill while trying hard not to fall flat on his face while the missus zoomed up the treacherous path with nought a care in the world.

Funny scene?

You bet it was.

Now picture the abovementioned abomination stomping its way up the same hill with its herd, consisting of mother abomination and brother abomination.

Next, picture the missus zooming past them in a perfect pose of poise personification.
Then, picture Timmy boy lagging lubberly behind her.

This is the best part.

Imagine the scene, just imagine, the point when yours truly managed to lunge past the trio of terror, the spiky hair slimeball midget actually got the cheek to blurt out:

"Wah, so lousy. So slow and clumsy!"

The Earth stood still.
Time itself stood still, as if it was afraid to take another breath.
For in the next instance...

I managed to execute a pirouette (on blades no less!), stopped, and stared the vile, obnoxious being down. (it was quite easy actually, since that bugbear was paltry excuse of a creature)

The next words that boomed out were:

"Eh boy, you think you very good ah. You come, you come and try, and if you can do it, then you can talk to me like that."

Cost of petrol to Pasir Ris park: $2 (or thereabouts)

Cost of roller blades for an hour: $6

Cost of the look on the terrorized trio's ugly mugs: PRICELESS

At this point, the midget monstrosity was rendered speechless.
It's maternal being had the saving grace to look more than a tad embarrassed and hushed it up before herding it away from the imposing wrath of me.

Timmy boy 1 - Rude Runt 0

I rock.

Lesson learnt:

If you think you are better, please. And I beg you, PLEASE, show me that you are better, before shooting your mouth off.
Because if you are, I will be rendered speechless.
I might even compose an eulogy about your awesome-ness.
If not, I will make you speechless.
Period.

PS: The missus wasn't privy to this little incident cos she was already at the rental shop taking off her blades. I recounted the incident to her in full details and got a consolation kiss as a result.

I rock again.

Bcation Bubsliday Booneymoon to Bintan!

Our anniversary getaway.......... Bintan!

More will be revealed...

Happy Anniversary...

Happy Anniversary my dearest Baby Boo.

It's the first of many to come....

As always, love love...

Kelong with the Bitches...

It was an idea conceived months ago.
How and why it came about is beyond my capacity to recall.
All I know is, we realized that it was a rather overdue trip that we should have, and if not now, then when?


Hence, the birth of a new saga.
A saga that will see us travel through stony bridges, bumpy dirt roads and heaving seas, just to reach the promised land.

But who are we?


We, are the BITCHES.....


I give you, in alphabetical order, the Bitches of the sea.....


First up, we have....

Beng aka CWB (Catan Winning Bitch)

Giang aka SSRRB (Sly Slutty Rich Rude Bitch)

Iban aka TUB (The Ultimate Bitch)

Kevin Wee aka CB (erm.... Conquering Bitch)

Sining aka MB (MTV Bitch)

Timmy aka FB (Fat Bitch)

Yz aka FPB (Failed Planning Bitch)

So where were we?

Hotboys Kelong....

The gathering of the bitches.
Ah Wee was somewhere settling admin stuff (for the first time!).

Posers....

A game of UNO before lunch.
Best quotes of the game were from Yz the FPB.....

Yz: "I have a plan for winning..."
Minutes after Nings won...

Yz: "I have a plan to not be the last.."
Minutes after everyone else UNO-ed....

Yz: "NO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

GG no RE.

While waiting for lunch to be ready, here's what some of us did:

Them lazy buggers.
The only reason why Yz woke up for lunch was the comment by Ah Wee.

"Eh, if Yz is not waking up for lunch I'll eat his share!"

Seconds later, we heard a flurry of movement.
Next thing we know, the FPB was seated at the lunch table, citing "I'll never let him(Ah Wee) eat my share!" as the main motivation for lunching.

Iban the TUB was not in the least affected by the threat of us coveting his share of lunch.
Lazy indeed.

Our very first attempt at a spot of fishing before lunch.
CB managed to hook 2 fishes.

A short nap after lunch ensured the path to obesity for some of us,
while individuals like me just rested our body mind and soul...

Next activity that the bitches undertook:
Island Hopping!
*Though in truth, we visited a lone island, with the boat parked in a pier halfway from our final destination, traversed through a path littered with landmines(ie: SHIT) and have to sometimes endure erratic behaviour from some of the bitches.
Behaviour such as this:

Making totally no sense in posing for this.
*Although I must credit myself for persuading the 2 of them to conjure up something like this...

Shots at the beach.

MTV-ish shot i might say.
Though Yz spoilt the picture by indulging in what seems to be his favourite activity nowadays.
Hogging the limelight by posing in the weirdest way possible.

Seeing that there wasn't much to do after dinner, and we have absolutely no interest in diving or fishing in inky black darkness... we moved to....

Our new favourite game: Settlers of Catan!

Our evergreen group game: Quelf!

Scenes of the various forfeits and actions as dictated by Quelf.

The pseudo-Fisherman.
Who keeps getting his line entangled, hook getting stuck somewhere somehow, line cannot be reeled in... the list goes on...

Parting shots of the toilet that goes nowhere but straight down into the ocean....

Home sweet home.
Not to forget a round of shaker fries to satisfy the cravings.
Honestly, I have no idea how or when it started, but just hours before heading home, we were afflicted by an overwhelming urge to have shaker fries.....

Blistering Barnacles!
Goodbye Hotboys Kelong!

Happy Boosy Day! - extended version

Just as I've promised.... more pictures of the special Booday!!!

First up we have the missus being forced to look for her present in the house.

In my room to be more exact.

Here's the missus trying her darndest best to seek that which is obvious, but not very obvious....

She was searching high and low, up and down, in and out.....

Only to find this:

Sony Digital Photoframe!

Not to forget a picture of us to inaugurate the photoframe!

After a good night of rest, the BBs were all reaedy to conquer....

THE SCIENCE CENTRE!!!

Silly stuff that only we are capable of doing. Shamelessly no less...

Our declarations of love!
Pardon the handwriting though, we weren't exactly used to the pen...

Even more random pictures of the Science Centre.

I guess you just can't take out the camwhores in us...

Time always seems to fly when you're enjoying it, though in this case, time seems to flow backwards.
BB Boo scared shitless by the dinosaur.

Timmy boi morphing back into a caveman.......

After a short trip back to the house for a quick shower and a change of clothes, the Bs made their way to the dinner destination.
It was a place where Timmy boi saw over the internet, and thought:

Mama Mia! This is it!

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you....

Cassis @ Rochester Park.

The ambience was good, the food was within my expectation, but the payment part.... let's just say, they need to change a new system....

The lovely missus....

The silly me.

Happy Boosday my love!

With compliments from the staff after hearing that it was the missus' boos-day...

Last but not least, the birthday cake!

It's a simple cake, simply because of some major c*ck up on my part. (I'm so very sorry bb...)

In any case, I hope that although this might not be the sweetest or the most memorable,

it's the most loving one that you had.
This and many more to come.....

Happy Birthday Baby Boo.

Happy Boosy Day!

Happy Boosy Day my dearest! (though I must have repeated it around 1202 times)

More pictures coming up...

Wishful thinking...

No matter how bad I want to go home,
it ain't gonna happen.

Not so soon at least.

The reason why I'm staying back in office...

I don't wanna be like him~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

10 Things I love about you...

10. You. Complete. Me.

10 Things I love about you...

9. You will always kiss and forgive me no matter what silly things I did...

10 Things I love about you...

8. Your smile never fails to light up my day...

A Wonderfully Boosy Bubs Day...

The missus decided that Saturday was a good day as any to celebrate the birthday of yours truly, and since I was all about sitting back and letting my beloved plan everything, we ended up in...

Sentosa.

I was literally sitting back.
And knocking back a few bottles of beer while attempting to get some sun.

The missus?

Looking pretty as usual and attempting to read a book in the process...

The BBs in our various stages of posing.

In a bid to avoid my darling missus from murdering some young punks who had the audacity to fling some sea-mud thingy at her (not once but twice! The second time saw the missus fire a deathly stare at them. I swore the temperature fell so low my beer became chilled. Again!), we decided to leave the sands of Sentosa for the tiles of NUS.

Yes, the good NU of S where we can pretend we're still students and have a free shower without the hassle of elbowing some other bugger for the last available cubicle.

Cleaned up, freshened up and made up, we were ready for dinner.
Where?
I had no idea.
The idea was: she direct, I drive. We reach the place. Presto!

To me, that seemed like a good plan.
Afterall, I can get to rest the overtaxed brain from a week of plotting(how to skive) and scheming(how can I dispose the Office Ogre without having to dig a hole the size of Tuas) while leaving eveything to the missus.

Everything went relatively well, we managed to get a decent parking space, the weather was cool enough to take a slow stroll, I was besotted with the missus, we looked like we were heading to the place I thought we might be going to, we were going to......

Oh My Gawd.

*I think for a minute or 2, I was speechless. And for those who knows me, the few times I'm speechless will find either an empty bottle beside me or my boss beside me.*

I saw this 2 buggers.
Jamesy boi and Kevin Wee.

My mind was reeling from the shock.
What the? Can it be? Oh my Gawd?!?!?!

Yes. It was true.
My Baby Boo in her infinite sweetness decided that a birthday wouldn't be completed with this buggers.

Everybody say: "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..........."

Missing 2 of us.
Mr and Mrs Tan (aka Horny and Da Sao)

So yes, dinner had to be the 4 of us.
And what did I do to capture the moments?
I took pictures.

Don't ask me why Jamesy seems more excited to see this bread than seeing me. (refer to previous picture, he wasn't smiling at all...)

Good stuff cannot bluff.
Mixed grill for 2.
The Bs are liking it. :)

A birthday celebration would not really be complete without a birthday cake, so it was kinda expected that a cake would be brought out.
The only thing that I didn't foresee was the design of the cake itself...

The best line to describe it would be a quote from a diner from another table.

The exact words, though it might have been lost in translation or transformation or what-so-ever sounded something like this:

"That looks like shit!"

And yes it does.
It. Was. A. Shit-Cake.

I kid you not.
Let's just say, I have friends who are sick and maybe brotherly enough to spend a 100 bucks to custom make a SHIT CAKE for my 27th birthday.
With flies and bits of undigested vegetables in it!

I'm torn between being touched and disgusted.

No shit!

Various poses with the (shit)cake...

Reeling from the shock of the shit cake, I was wondering what my beloved missus have gotten me while keeping it a secret till then....

Opening the envelope, I saw.....

and I can't believe my eyes.
2 tickets to watch Zizi's concert on the 11th of July!!!!

OMFG!!!!!!!!!!

I guess it was at that exact timing, I felt something a powerful urge to smoulder my lovely BB with hugs and kisses.

Which I did!

Love you my one and only BB Boo!!!!!!!!!!

But that was not all.
For in the aftermath following the euphoria of celebration, we were informed by the staff of Esmirada that it was 9pm, and we could smash plates.

Smash what!?!?!

Smash plates.
I highly recommend this place.
Good food, good service and if I'm not wrong, a good place to vent your anger...

The night wasn't about to go off with a whimper.
Or so I thought.
Hence the eventual migration to Firestation Hillside Gastrobar.
Bad move.

Bloody Buggers Jamesy and Kevin Wee decided that this was a fitting parting gift.
I've been punk'd!

Did I look amused?
Not at all.

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Though all in all, I appreciate everything that was done that day.

Everything that was due to my Baby Boo's planning.
Each and every single event was planned and coordinated by her, some months ago, some on the spot...

And very much appreciated.

Thank you.

Thank you my dearest baby boo.

Thank you for making this happen.
The most memorable birthday I ever had.

Thank you.
Thank you all for making it possible.

PS: I still have half of the shit cake in the fridge, those interested are welcome to try.

PPS: Muacks for my BB Boo!