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!

10 Things I love about you...

7. You are also a gaming geek...

A whirlwind weekend...

Some things that me and the missus have done the past weekend.

Visit a bridal salon.

Checked.

Pretended we were married and walking into a showroom.

Checked.

Looking at beds in Taka.

Checked.

What can I say, I love the missus. :)