Laughter, Luck and Love.....

Had another RECCOS reunion dinner @ the Snake's lair tonight.
Thanks again to Yz's mum for another great dinner (gosh I ish love home cooked food :P)
Another year older, another year wiser, like I always like to think.
And it's good to know that yet another yet have passed and we RECCOS guys are still not sick of one another.

This year was a somewhat toned down affair, what with the happenings around us and the fact that most, if not all of us had to work the other day.
Gambling was one of the mild-est I've seen in years.
But with the spectre of work looming over us, its hard to find an excuse to let loose, knock back a few drinks and gamble our hong bao moonies away.
There will be a 2nd round, make no doubts about it.

Special year it is for me.
Not only because I've finally been confirmed as a perm staff in my line of work, but also the presence of someone in our yearly gathering.
My Baby Boo.
Thank you so so so much dearie, for wanting to come along with me, for being my pillar of strength in gambling, and just being here for me.
LOVE LOVE :)

With the conclusion of the night, I will still be looking forward to the next year's reunion dinner.
And the many years to come.....

Happy CNY to us......

Happy Niu Year!!!

Guess I got too caught up in the everything cheesy and corny that's shown on the TV, on the buses, everywhere.
Here's to a good NIU year for everyone.

Half of Day 1 just flashed by with visits to relatives and family friends.
Next up would be a nap, dinner and an annual movie session @ Balestier.
And I'm surprised its the 4th session already.
Well, at least some things we try to keep unchanged.

1 more day before work starts.
1/2 more day before I can see my baby.

This CNY has not hyped me up yet.
I wonder why.

One year on.....

The year passed by rather eventful-ly.
The only glitch was.
The yesterday that was the day was anything but un-eventful.

Happy 1 year in MHA/SPF Mr Tim.
Same shit, different day.

Hot off the press!

Here's where I put in pictures and attempt to make stories out of them:

http://paintinga1000words.blogspot.com/

Enjoy.

The talk that lasted.......

Quite a number of hours.

It was surprising considering the seemingly innocuous way my mum said:
"Come in, I want to talk to you about something."
I was bracing myself for (yet) another lecture on the virtues of coming home early on a weekday and the sins of sleeping late = late for work (which I am guilty of most of the time), blah blah blah.
Best thing to do?
Take a deep breath and repeat the mantra: I will not argue with my mum this time.

Turned out differently.

The issues that I thought would surface were never the scope of the lecture/talk/conversation.
It was about my cousins.
It led to my father.
Then her.
Then my grandmother.
Followed by my grandfather (at this point of time when we were sort of reminiscing about my dearly departed grandfather, my mum almost choked while talking about the things she did for him and how he used to dote on her, trusted her to take care of him, and finally specifically calling for her in his final moments and giving her a thumbs up sign. -- I miss the old man so much suddenly...)
It concluded on a happier note, with my mum digging up a family index of sorts and telling me the future middle name for my son.
*A point to note: I was flipping through the index and I discovered something so freaky I almost shat in my pants. The last time it happened it was involuntary and I was probably below knee height. Apparently, one of my clan relative who has my namesake, being the eldest son, belonging in the same generation as me, married a lady with the same surname as my BB!!!!
FREAKY~~~~~~~

Went back to bed at the grand time of 0230.
Mind whirling from the events, the information and the fact that in the past, mum never bothered to reveal so much to me.
The gap that was there was slowly being bridged.
I'm not ashamed to say that in the past, I would've walked out within 15 min of my mum opening her mouth.
But nowadays, I just think of certain words.
Imparted to me by a certain someone.
Thank you BB.

A tale of 2 halves........

No, I'm not going to talk about the less-than-fantastic-a-little-better-than-horrid match we had on Sunday.
Like Anil commented: "They have the 'Tale of 2 cities'. We have the 'Tale of 2 halves'!"

I'm going to tell a story, a story that started many many years ago....

It was said that when God(whichever one you believe in) created Man, the initial blueprint and the final product was an organism with 2 heads, 4 hands and 4 legs.
Not the Man that we are familiar with?
Of course not.
For God had a plan.
He wanted his creation to be the smartest animal on Earth, the strongest species, the fastest of them all = 2 heads, 4 hands and 4 legs.
The original Man was blessed with another advantage.
It could reproduce by himself, or herself, or itself*!
(*take your pick)
And so Man bred and grew, and grew and bred.
Before long, there was a sizable population of Man, and their combined heads were (self)induced with the idea that hey! Since we're so smart and strong and speedy, if we can get to Heaven and dethrone whoever is up there, we can rule both Heaven and Earth!!!
So the whole Mankind toil and labor, constructing a tower faster than the renovation of Kallang Stadium(which by the way, is it still going to be face-lifted?)
God saw everything, and incensed would be an understatement of the fury that was boiling inside him.
Bidding his time, he waited for Mankind to finish the offending contraption, waited for Mankind to swarm into the tower, waited for Mankind to reach Heaven in hordes.
God waited.
He waited till each and every Man there was to reach Heaven, before letting an Almighty storm of lightning bolts at the invading Mankind.
The bolts spilt each and every single Man apart, but God's anger was still unappeased!
He huffed and he puffed and with a deep breath of wind, he blew the split Man back down to Earth, scattering them all over the world in the process.
Man was thus defeated by the fallacy of his own wistful thinking, and his punishment?
The stripping of his intelligence, his strength, his speed, and most of all, his heart.
For the Man, being ripped asunder, had lost half of himself in the process, with it, the other half of his heart being scattered in places unknown................................

And that is why.
That is why we, the descendants of the split Man, are always searching for the other half.
The other half of the complete heart.
And most of the time, we might not find the exact match, just the right match at the right time.

I guess I'm the lucky one.
For I've found mine.
The missing half that will make us complete.
The missing half of the heart.
The one that is the exact match.

So please don't go too far.
For I will miss you.
For I will not be able to survive without you.

Cos you complete me.

You hold the other half of my heart Mrs Bubs.
And since I've found you, I'm never ever going to let you go................

2009 so far....

Not too good for me I suppose.
Swamped with work, riddled with ailments of the body, inflicted with doses of lectures from the parents......

I'm hoping everything will look rosy after CNY.

Happy, happy New Year....

Happy 2009 to one and all. 
Sorry that the last post had to be so negative, things will only get better from now on. 
Afterall, its a New Year isn't it?

Happy New Year.....