Bowling!

Had a spot of bowling over the weekend with the missus and some friends.
Location: Marine Bowl @ East Coast Park.


The last time that I bowled here was....... wait a minute.
I'm not sure if I've ever bowled here before!

The Playboy and his Playmates.

This is what happened when people like us bowl:

Jeryd and his gravity-defying position.

Janet and her Fairy Maiden Offering Flower Stance.

Charmaine and her Clothesline from Hell finishing move.

And of course, my beloved bb and her RHRL(Right Hand Right Leg) throw.

Only the beloved get more photo space than me.

And that's me. The erm.... a tad rather boring throw?

Due to the fact that some other pictures are currently with the missus, may I invite those who are interested to adjourn to my beloved's blog to find out more.

In the meantime, I shall adjourn to the bed for a spot of dreaming.
Till the next time.

Beam me up & take me home!!!

The flight back has been confirmed, the bags are somewhat..... in a barrage of mess.
But I'm coming back.
And darn!
It's going to feel good to be back.

Back to my bed,
my favourite kopi hangouts,
the snake's lair,
makan places...... the list goes on...

But the best part is coming home to find the one love in my life.
I'm well and truly sorry I couldn't make this V-day as memorable as it should be.
An eternal regret it will remain.
I'll attempt to make it up to you my love.
In the meantime, is it possible to just have me flying back into your arms and showering you with the long overdue hugs and kisses? :)

I smile whenever I think of plane ride back.
Can tomorrow come today?

Oh wait,technically it's here already...

PS: The last night in Aussie and I've managed to lose a sizable amount of $$ to the friggin' casino!??!?! Darn I must come back here to exact my revenge.

PPS: I think I fell in love with the wide open spaces in Aussie and the Bondi beach.

Me and the running after.....

Of my nose that is.
Having a runny nose since Monday and I assure, it is not funny.
Especially when you have to do a presentation in a crowded room, talk to people over the phone without sounding like Chewbacca with hair in his throat.
Worse of all, attempting to bestow a goodnight kiss to the missus with a dripping nose.
Not. Romantic. At all.

Sigh.........

3 more days before I'm leaving on a jet plane, and I'm hoping against hope that I can catch my nose before then.....

What happens when....

You put 5 relatively high guys in a car,
on an relatively quiet expressway,
with a relatively suitable songs via iPod?

You have a screaming karaoke session in the car.

And that would be the highlight of the night.
Singing so loudly in a bid to beat the sound system,
calling up the birthday boy to sing 你怎么舍得我难过,
disturbing the peace at Snake's lair with our rendition of 晴天......

We rock.

A note of apology.....

To whom it may concern,

I'm sorry about the news that I brought you this afternoon, even more so to have spoilt your evening by harping on it. I was ranting and raving without the slightest concern over your feelings.

I'm sorry for the various times that we had to spend in the presence of others, but please understand that I do want to spend as much time with you as possible, hence the motivation by yours truly to attempt to 'date' you everyday(even if its a weekday) so that we can just spend time together.

I'm sorry for the lack of follow-ups on things that I should've done, places that we should've visited. Some of which includes:
Zoo
Night Safari
Henderson Waves
Lunch/Dinner with your mummy
Crab/Ooster session with my family
Jerry's @ Jalan Kayu
Ren Ren Big Prawn Mee near Vivocity area
Durians @ Geylang
Another nice place to eat @ Dempsey
The North/South/East/West thingy
Printing your photos

I will not renege on my promises. I'm sorry that it's taking too long.

I'm sorry if I ever brought the rain clouds and the thunderstorms in your life.
Please believe me when I say I only want to be your sunshine.
For every time I see the look of hurt/disappointment/sadness on your face, it brings the rain into my world.
And I start to question my ability to bring happiness to you.
Most of the time, I am found lacking.

I'm sorry if you ever feel that my love for you has diminished.
Because I have not found a cure for the poison.
I just found more ways to love you everyday.

I'm grateful for the everything that you have given me.
I'm thankful for your honesty.
I'm blessed with your love.
I'm an atheist when it comes to religion but I'm a staunch devotee in love because I believe I have it now.

When you blogged about the non monochromatic life that you are experiencing now,
I was touched.
I was touched because I was overwhelmed by the accolades that you lavished on me.
Because what I did was to love you for the who and the what you are, not the you in the past.
We all have a past.
It may not be nice.
It may not be pretty.
Sometimes it's downright ugly.
Or stupid.
I know mine was.
In more ways than one, my history was stupid and rather un-pretty.
But you trusted me.
But you trusted my words and loved me for what I am.
The man that is hammering this words for you now.
I know you are affected, and I never blame you for that.
Because truth be told, I was affected by yours too.
But I searched in my heart.
And it didn't took long.
Because the answer was always there.
I.
Love.
You.
And that.
That made me just want to hold you in my arms for the rest of my life, or when hell freezes over, whichever comes first.
I just LOVE you.
Simple as that.

Last but not least, I wish to mitigate the punishment by offering my forehead as a smacking board for as long as it takes to make you feel better.
To top it up, may I offer a lifetime of love, hugs and kisses to make up for the shortcomings that I possess, I might be prone to make, I have made??

Always yours & Loving you,
Baby Bubs

PS: Sorry for posting this so late at night but I couldn't get to sleep anyway.......

The Smoke, Sounds and Sights....

The everything that you see is the everything that you are supposed to see and maybe the something that you can make of it.

Sometimes fiction is the La-La Land.

Speaking without implying is the same as speaking with implications.
I'm still learning the virtues of shutting the f**k up.

If things didn't go according to plan, I apologise.
Maybe it didn't happen that way because the plan was wrong to begin with.

Single-lined SMSes never fail to invoke a shitty feeling in me.