Still Terribly Infantile Me...

So much, so little...

2010-05-11T01:32:00.001+08:00

So much has happened from the last time I blogged.
The BPL has ended its season, I've gotten a new toy, working at my new posting for a month already....

So much I can say.
So little time I can find.

Or maybe I've gotten less inclined to blog now, with the speedy updates one can provide on the social medium call FACEBOOK.

I just need to find the time and the motivation to do something about my soon to be dead blog.

And the time will not be today sadly.
Next time, next time...

In time, in time...

2010-04-06T02:51:00.001+08:00

Visit to Universal Studio Singapore.

Bowling game with Reccos.

All will be revealed in time.
In time...

It might just be... me

2010-03-30T17:56:00.002+08:00

After a series of rather unfortunate incidents, I've come to a shocking conclusion.

That it might just be... me.

This series is just too damn bizarre to explain it any other way.
And looking through the common element in each and every case where stocks tumbled, hard disk fouled up, missed 4D prizes and today, a major cock up involving my new posting date, my superb intectual senses pointed out the thread that bound everything together.

It is none other than yours truly.

No wonder there's a strange humming sound in the air.
That's the sound of me vibrating every so slightly now and then to the strange tunes of fate pulling me in the weirdest direction...

Clearing the air...

2010-03-16T16:29:00.004+08:00

I've always thought that the worst load to bring over from one place to another is a load of bad blood.

It would appear that I might have to leave this place with the abovementioned load.
But who was to say for sure?
Because in the span of an afternoon conversation, the air was cleared.
Well, sort of...

Guess it's better than nothing.
For now, let me just tie up the loose ends here.

And today...

2010-02-28T02:18:00.003+08:00

Today, today.
Today has got to be one of the most eventful day of my life.

For today, I had to become a conniving liar, a poker face actor and eventually, a serious man going down on his knees to ask the girl of his dreams to be the woman of his life.

Today is the day the Bs family take another step.
Another step towards the culmination of our love.

Today, today.
On today, the 27th of February 2010, I asked the love of my life to marry me.
She said yes.

Today, I am truly a very happy, proud and contended man.

PS: Special thanks going out to the following people. Jamesy and Kevin Wee, thanks for helping me film the video thingy, and Jamesy, it was too bad you aren't around to see everything. To Betty, Phil, Kevin Wee, Wenqi and Yz. A big thank you(again!) to all you guys. Like I said, anything and everything will not be possible without your aid. Owe you guys 1x big one.

PPS: Love my Bb Boo aka Mrs Bubs to bits!!!

PPPS: We left the light sticks there to see if a few months down the road they'll still be there. If you guys are interested, can go Labrador Park to check it out >.<

New Year come and go...

2010-02-25T00:41:00.002+08:00

With barely a whisper, the Lunar New Year period is going to just past us by.
In just a matter of days, the house will lose its vibrant decorations, the malls a more peaceful place without the endless stream of New Year songs and the New Year-ish pleasantries will be kept in storage till the next year.

And we would have lamented the passing of yet another year.
Older, richer and somewhat wiser for all of us, I hope.

For yours truly, the good ole' year of 2009 was not an easy one.
There were days or moments so hard I had to struggle just to get a footing, and looking back, I wonder how I managed to get past those times?
Guess a bottle of Chivas is enough to take the edge of these thorny times...

Been rather inactive in the blogging scene for quite some time.
Maybe I should improve on this aspect as well.
Maybe I should put it down in my resolutions list.

Or maybe I should just go grab some sleep...
Till the next time

-- Timmy out

And the plot thickens...

2010-02-03T01:15:00.003+08:00

Got blindsided, bitch-slapped and bulldozed on the first day of work after a 3 week hiatus (ie: Reservist).

If everything goes according to plan, I'll be looking at new faces with a change of different places.

Yes I've been reassigned.

From the capital to the province.
A fall from grace some might say.

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.
Only time will tell.

In the meantime, I'll be packing my stuff, watching my back and hopefully, survive long enough to see how it all plays out.
Because, because... the plot thickens...

Bummer...

2010-02-01T02:17:00.002+08:00

It was never going to be an easy transition.
After weeks of inactivity that comes with serving the nation with pride,

this was one heck of a Sunday night.

I knew it was going to be hard to get to bed earlier.
But luckily for me it there was always Man United to keep me awake.

But after the 90 minutes, what next?

The mind knows that it needs the rest,

but the body is not ready to give up the fight.

The worst part?
The missus is not around to make sure I'll be able to have a good sleep.

I dread the Monday Blues already.

Bummer...

A short wait...

2010-01-20T01:24:00.002+08:00

Looks like we won't be having the pictures taken so soon.

A trip to purchase.

A visit to dine.
A detour to chat.

It all led to us having to push back the dates for the photoshoot.
Guess I'll have more time to lose the excess baggage, trim the fats and hopefully remain lean for the camera.

Best part of it all.
We realized that if all else fails, we have a backup.

Don't you just love the sound of it?

Do not disturb, Fairy Godmother @ Work...

2010-01-18T01:16:00.004+08:00

Tis was not going to be an ordinary weekend for us.

Because this time, we're going to do something that is not for us.
Something that the missus managed to cajole me into doing.

This was the something...

Separating bean sprouts from the husks.

The missus at work.
All for her favourite-st li'l gal: Reia (also known as RX9)

An attempt by yours truly to expedite the process.
But alas, resistance was futile.
It was always faster to do the traditional way = pick every single fuggin' bean sprouts.

Next step, bringing the husks for a tanning session...

The fruitsssssssss of our labour.

And in the end, we realised.
It was all worth it.
Just a li'l gift from us to you, our dear Reia! :)

And so, it was no more...

2010-01-15T01:11:00.002+08:00

The record was finally broken.
In the early morning of a cool, crisp Wednesday.

The pounding of feet, the catching of breath and the last burst attempt at acceleration...

It was all in vain.

What was not meant to be that day, remain a thorn in my mind.

It was going to be the most costly 21 seconds of my life yet.

And this was to mark the year.
The record of having a minimum silver standard for my IPPT since the army days was broken.

13 Jan 2010.

I have marked this day.
This will not be forgotten.
Damn...

PS: The only other consolation is that should I stick with the results, I will not have to take any IPPT test for this year.... hm...

Happy New Year...

2010-01-04T02:29:00.003+08:00

Happy New Year!!!

(a few days too late though...)

Looking through the blog posts, I've come to realize that I might need more consistency in blogging.
Could that be a new year resolution?

Let's wait and see shall we?

In the meantime... here's to a great year ahead.

Cheers!

Ouch...

2009-12-23T18:54:00.003+08:00

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...

2009-11-25T11:09:00.002+08:00

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...

2009-11-06T17:51:00.002+08:00

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...

2009-10-26T23:42:00.002+08:00

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...

2009-10-16T01:22:00.002+08:00

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...

2009-10-15T02:46:00.003+08:00

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...

2009-10-03T00:38:00.002+08:00

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...

2009-09-27T03:06:00.004+08:00

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...

2009-09-17T02:59:00.002+08:00

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...

2009-09-15T16:29:00.002+08:00

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...

2009-09-08T00:03:00.011+08:00

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...

2009-09-06T13:17:00.004+08:00

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....

2009-08-28T01:20:00.002+08:00

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....

2009-08-25T00:53:00.000+08:00

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!

2009-08-11T00:32:00.001+08:00

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

More will be revealed...

Happy Anniversary...

2009-08-08T01:26:00.001+08:00

Happy Anniversary my dearest Baby Boo.

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

As always, love love...

Kelong with the Bitches...

2009-08-07T01:06:00.009+08:00

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

2009-08-03T20:37:00.012+08:00

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!

2009-07-29T01:38:00.001+08:00

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

More pictures coming up...

Wishful thinking...

2009-07-21T18:37:00.000+08:00

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...

2009-07-20T19:53:00.000+08:00

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

10 Things I love about you...

2009-07-16T00:40:00.000+08:00

10. You. Complete. Me.

10 Things I love about you...

2009-07-15T01:12:00.003+08:00

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

10 Things I love about you...

2009-07-08T00:21:00.003+08:00

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

A Wonderfully Boosy Bubs Day...

2009-07-06T23:53:00.017+08:00

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...

2009-07-03T00:38:00.001+08:00

7. You are also a gaming geek...

A whirlwind weekend...

2009-07-01T00:42:00.002+08:00

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. :)

10 Things I love about you...

2009-06-29T01:13:00.000+08:00

6. You never fail to surprise me with anything and everything.

10 Things I love about you...

2009-06-26T00:43:00.003+08:00

5. You make me wanna go everywhere with you...

10 Things I love about you...

2009-06-22T12:38:00.001+08:00

4. You always manage to get us into WTF? situations....

10 Things I love about you...

2009-06-19T01:48:00.002+08:00

3. You bring out the silly me...

10 things I love about you...

2009-06-15T05:13:00.002+08:00

2. You enjoy the pint of beer as well...

10 things I love about you...

2009-06-12T01:57:00.001+08:00

1. You never fail to indulge me. In anything and everything....

The Day we've been waiting for....

2009-06-03T00:28:00.011+08:00

Here they are, the pictures of the Day we've been waiting for...

May 29th.
The big day.
The wedding for Mr and Mrs Tan.
Dang I like the sound of that, Mr and Mrs Tan.

The beautiful bride Charmaine aka Da Sao at the mercy of the make up artist.

Random shots of the things in her room.
Courtesy of the missus who was there early to fire a few... hundred shots.

Voila!
I give you.... Mrs Tan!!!

大嫂 with her maid of honour, Renfeng.

大嫂 and her 二妹. :)

Mr Tan aka Mr Horny sees his bride at last!
*The best part, we is no need to gate crash. By the commands of the bride.
Plus horny has the keys to the house anyway, muhahahahahaha!!!*

Mr and Mrs Tan.

We just thought that this was a nice candid shot.

Arrival at Horny's place.

Tea ceremony for the groom's family.

Tea ceremony for the bride's family.

Nice wedding cake.
So nice that we didn't wanna destroy it....

Change in costume.

The ladies of the day!

My favourite segment.
The characters that made that day... well, that day!

First up, Charmaine aka 大嫂 aka Mrs Tan!
Indulging in her most favoured form of photography.
Self photography!

Alvin the groom aka Mr Horny.
Captured here is an attempt by him to pout and act cute.

Me. Nuff' said.

Jamesy boi.
Looking as cool as ever.

Kevin Wee.
Looking as lost as ever.

My lovely BB!!! :)

The band of bruders.

Bravo boys unite!

The bride with all the brothers.

It dawned on me how happy we all looked in this picture.
Was it because of the occasion?
Or was it because we could finally go home and rest after a truckload of activity in the morning.
I vote for the former.

Words cannot describe...

2009-06-02T00:39:00.002+08:00

Too overwhelmed to say much.
Congrats Mr and Mrs Tan.

It was a wedding we were waiting for too......

*More pictures when I have time. PROMISE!*

Nuts

2009-05-26T00:26:00.001+08:00

The most WTF thing happened to me a couple of minutes ago.

It involved:

Me.

Dad.

A bowl of nuts.

Don't even feel like wasting my time blogging about it anymore.

One word.

NUTS.

Communication...

2009-05-14T02:04:00.002+08:00

I've always pride myself for being able to talk to most people.

In fact, I believe that with the exception of non-humans (ie: The Office Ogre), I am able to communicate with another individual on a more than cordial basis.

But how is it that I are never able to hold a conversation with my parents without the following results:

1. They start to raise their voices at me

2. I start to raise my voice at them

3. We all start to raise our voices.

Isn't it ironic?
The ones that are supposed to matter to me are the ones that I cannot talk to?

Bcation Bubslidays Booneymoon to Taiwan Day 2

2009-05-07T23:26:00.007+08:00

The missus and I had a pact quite some time ago.
In hindsight, it was more of a attempt to make me get down to blogging on our Taiwan trip.
So after almost a month, the lazy me finally found some time to start on my part: Day 2.

These pictures are not from Day 2, but I realised the missus left them out.
They are probably what I term as: best friggin shit that happened!

Let us just imagine the scenario:

2 hungry BBs, after a 6+ hours plane ride + 1 hour(or thereabouts) cab right + 30 min checking in the hotel = 2 friggin' hungry BBs!

I never seen 2 persons dump luggage so fast before.

Next thing that happened, the 2 BBs were wandering the streets along the hotel, hoping to find some food assuage when they saw: Chou Chou Guo (loosely translated: Smelly Pot) = Pictures are as above.
Timmy boy's verdict?
It is some GOOD SHIT!!!!!!!

I kid you not. The soup was good, although there was an overdose of vegetables. Coupled with free flow rice, drink and a serving of ice cream. The price we paid wasn't too expensive at all...

Okok, and now, to Day 2......

Day 2 was rather hectic in the morning, seeing that we had to check out and catch the transport to get us to 九份.

I guess that taught me a lesson in planning ahead. Way ahead...

But guess what?
The BBs managed to find their way to 九份!!!

Let's just say that in Taiwan, the people are more helpful in pointing out directions to you.
And I mean pointing out directions.

The BBs in their various poses.

All about the train station, and probably thingys around it.

My lovely Baby Boo in her various poses...

Some snapshots of the place that we were residing in.

Even More snapshots of the place we were residing in.
@ this point of time, I guess I must do a li'l bit of advertising.
For those who are interested in staying over a night in 九份, check out this site: http://windsor.idv.tw/

They have a host of different rooms for you to choose from, and I must say, it is friggin' nice!!

I kid you not, just take a look at the place we had for the night. Although it might be rather pricey if you compare it to most budget hotels, the decor will more than make up for it...

Me.

Camwhoring.

Random shots with the SLR.

My favourite.
The gastronomical trip!
九份 has nothing much to do I confess.
Maybe the timing that we arrived wasn't enough for us to do much sightseeing, but at least we fired off some shots of the mountains and stuff.
The rest of our time?
We spent it walking around the lanes of 九份 looking for...........

More Food!!!

Special mention to this lady selling sausages.

Apparently this is her costume and if you take pictures with her without buying anything, its ok!!!!

That's when I realised it was a ploy to get more people to buy things from her.

Because if you have a hide that is less thick than a rhinoceros, you will feel obliged to buy something from her.
Plus she was selling sausages, how hard is it for me to resist?

This picture can probably sum up our trip in 九份.

Quest for food....

The BBs never forget to indulge in a li'l madness.

In this case, it was a friggin' huge can of Heineken.
Nuff' said.

Over to you BB.....

Oh for crying out loud!

2009-05-04T00:39:00.004+08:00

This long weekend was refreshing in someways,

tired in others.

Some events made me laugh,

while shit happened.

There were ups and downs.

But I'm sad to see the end of this long weekend......

PS: My car just got a HUGE-ARSE scratch. I swore to whoever is up there if I ever have the chance to catch the muthafucker, he/she/it will pay for it. Not just the in monetary terms...

Things. Change...

2009-04-29T00:39:00.003+08:00

The more things change, the more they remain... insane

-- Michael Fry and T. Lewis, Over the Hedge, 2004

How true.

Many a times, we make the mistake of being comfortable.

Being comfortable with your life, being comfortable in your job, being comfortable in your seat etc etc....

But how many times must we be slapped with the fact that change is always happening, that your life might get better if you win the lottery, you job might get worse with an economic downturn, your arse might hurt if you sit in the seat for too damn long.

And it's funny that at the back of our mind, we have a feeling that this might happen, yet we get all shook up when the actual change occur. Just for the f**k of it I suppose.

In the end, we'll accept the changes. Some of us take faster to accept, some take longer.

But eventually, we'll all have to accept it, sooner or later, unless you're expired, which in itself, brings about another set of changes.............

And the irony is that everytime I check, whenever things change, they still do not make sense. At all.

Certain things are happening for me in the workplace.

I can't say I saw it coming, and I'm still rather shell-shocked to be honest.

And yes, it does not make sense.
For me at least.

The question now is: How long am I going to take to accept the inevitable?

PS: Sorry BB having been able to get the post up. Will do so asap I promise...

The B-cation....

2009-04-11T13:08:00.002+08:00

To whom it may concern,

The BBs will be uncontactable from 11th - 18th April due to a short B-cation in Taiwan.
Will only be replying to SMS-es and maybe emails.
Phone calls are strongly discouraged unless its a life-or-death situation or an update on Man U's results in the coming week.
Please be informed that the BBs will enjoying themselves with wild abandon, no worries about that.
In the meantime, take care now. Bye bye then.

Mr Bubs signing off.

PS: Btw this is done on the computer terminal in Changi. Song bo!!!

Ho ho ho....

2009-04-06T14:42:00.002+08:00

I just love the look on the boy's face! :)

These kind of days...

2009-04-01T17:41:00.001+08:00

You know when you have days when nothing goes right.
Today seems to be one of them.

Because everything that can go wrong, is going wrong.

Darn... what a LONGGGGGGGG day :(

Don't look back in anger....

2009-03-26T02:23:00.002+08:00

"Don't look back in anger, I heard you say."

-- "Don't look back in anger" by Oasis

Please don't look back in anger.

Cos it won't be you.
And I won't be me.

I can do nothing but wait.

I can say nothing but sorry.

I only hope its not too late...

The best of me....

2009-03-23T01:49:00.001+08:00

I try to do the best in what I do.
But recently, it seems like the best of me is just not enough.

I'm really sorry for not being able to bring smiles to your pretty face.

I'm really trying.

Ode to an Ogre......

2009-03-19T17:32:00.000+08:00

Once in a while, we come across individuals that baffles our imagination.
Sometimes these individuals are so awe-inspiring they spur us to become better persons. Like Superman, or Batman or Eric Cantona.
Sometimes the individuals are so shitty you feel better being normal as compared to their inadequacies.

The Office Ogre belongs to the latter.

Primary reason for being able to baffle my imagination: The ability to piss many people off at the same time!
I mean, it sounds easy, but can you imagine the sheer negativity this entity possess?
Sure I can piss people off, but not a lot of them at the same time?!?!?!
The most I can do is probably pissing some people off sometimes.
RESPECT.
Never since Barney the purple shit of a character have I seen another being that invokes the same amount of piss-ness.

Although people say that God (or whoever is up there) is fair.
But I guess he/she/it likes to play jokes on us mortals sometimes.
In my mind, the creation of the Ogre goes something like this:

There's a congregation of gods from various religions one day, and they decided to partake in the creation of foul creatures to be unleashed on Earth. Just for fun.
When it comes to the Ogre, things were pretty heated up, comments and suggestions were flying everywhere.......

G(God)1: Let's start with the body shape. It should be ridiculously large to invoke fear amongst the mortals

G2: Let's give it a face so ugly, the image will burn the retinas of those who cast eyes on its butt ugly mug!

G3: GIVE IT A VOICE SO HORRIBLE, A BANSHEE SCREECHING COULD WIN THE SINGAPORE IDOL. TWICE

G4: i'm trying to see how much i can blow his ego to......

G5: Let Me Reduce The EQ For This Abomination To See How It Can Survive...

And so, the Ogre was born.
A abhorrence so vile that to utter its full name will bring blisters to thy lips.
A being so pompous its speeches could power a wind-generator for 2 years
A cantankerous creature so disagreeable that if you put it in a room with a chair, the chair will move.
A detestation so stupid it is a crime not to arrest it.

And unfortunately, an office co-worker.
The only thing I'm thankful for is the chance to not work with it.
To me, the mere presence of it constitute a crime waiting to happen, although manslaughter won't stick on me since it's technically not human.....

Only saving grace of the Ogre: I have heard reports that he's intillige.....
Not when I hear shit like these:

Ogre: "The Bak Kwa here not nice one leh, doesn't taste like original..."
-Uttered while in Indonesia. No shit Sherlock. It's a friggin' Muslim country. End of story.

Ogre: : "My wife quite famous in M'sia one, she was the....."
- Guess what dipshit? She's famous already. For marrying the Ogre!

Ogre: "Those who become teachers now are those who cannot make it, pass without anything. Not like me, got honours then have this good job..."
- The last time I checked, I got the exact same job with a pass without merit! Good going you walking blowj*b! You just thrown away a year of your life to end up the same as me! Damn! I forgot you do not have a LIFE.

Ogre: "My parents speak English and dialect at home, and my mum speaks Malay with a tinge of accent..."
- Identity crisis. The poor souls are already unfortunate enough to have you as an offspring, now you're trying to say they have cannot speak Chinese or they cannot speak CHINESE. Oh wait, are they Chinese?

Loads more I can blog about but it would take me around 3 months to compile such wise gems of idiocy.
There's a lot more other things I can do with this amount of time... So I think I'll stop for now.

25 Random things

2009-03-16T01:39:00.001+08:00

Many has wrote 25 random things about themselves, and seeing that my beloved bb has blogged 25 random things about me, here's 25 random things about my one and only love :)

Here goes......

1. She always wanted to learn drums.

2. She took up some keyboard lessons last year.

3. She is one of the few ladies I know who can drive manual transmission without stalling.

4. She loses weight easily when she's stressed.

5. Her shoulder muscles are so stiff that I could stick a knife on her shoulder and she won't feel a thing.

6. She likes to smack someone (ie: me) on the forehead friggin' loud.

7. She is called "Er Sao" by someone nowadays

8. She doesn't like people to pay for meals all the time. She would prefer to go dutch.

9. She knows taekwando so technically, she can kick my arse.

10. She has a bolster she loves to hug to sleep. More than me :(

11. She plays "Tower Defence" when she has nothing to do.

12. She would love it if I spend weekends with her.

13. She is highly resistant to beer but hard liquor like whiskey and cognac will knock her out immediately

14. She always washes her face before she showers.

15. She doesn't eat tofu.

16. Her 2 nieces at home call her "Zhu Zhu".

17. She can be quite cold at work but warms up immediately after work.

18. She has the weirdest dreams sometimes.

19. She has road rage too.

20. She never manages to finish her food unless she's very very very hungry. Which happen like once every 2 years.

21. Her husband must promise to bring her to see the 7 Wonders of the world.

22. She is quite scared of the cold, hence the need for me to bring a jacket everywhere.

23. She loves Brad Pitt.

24. She knows the person blogging this loves her alot (just in case one of the points she not happy about. Love love!!!)

25. As of now I think I'm still the one she loves :)

Everything that can go wrong, is going wrong....

2009-03-13T17:26:00.002+08:00

Since morning, things are happening in shit loads.
Meaning: SHITTY things occur, refuse to go away despite my valiant attempts at clearing them, more SHITTY things happen = harder to clear......

Sigh.

The only right thing that's keeping me sane is you. :)

My bad.....

2009-03-07T15:44:00.005+08:00

It was not part of the plan.

The initial idea of me drinking was to booster up the courage needed for the performance, and maybe a celebration drink. Full stop.
Things were looking good at the beginning, with the drinks meeting their swift demise down the throat of Timmy boy.
2 large cans of beer and some red wine perked me up.
The butterflies in my stomach seemed to have migrated somewhere else.
I was ready for the show.

10 minutes after the performance, I was having my celebratory drink.
2 hours after the performance, I was finishing up the rest of the red wine.
2 hours +15 min (thereabouts) after the performance, I was presented with a free bottle of red wine.
2 hours+30 min (thereabouts) after the performance, I was returning the remnants of my costume and bidding farewells to some colleagues.
2 hours+33 min (roughly) after the performance, the plan was scuppered. At this point, all hell broke loose.

I was spotted by my superiors.
Without a glass.
The next thing I know, I had a full glass of red wine in one hand, and a handshake on the other.
When I said everything happened in a whirlwind, it was not due to the fact that I was drunk.
There was literally a whirlwind of activities.
I was drinking, shaking hands, talking, being turned around to clink glasses, drinking a freshly topped up glass of wine which I distinctively remembered being emptied by me, being told to make someone drunk.

At a specific point of time, my mind went into overdrive to push aside the alcohol-induced fog of haziness and attempted to think in a moment of clarity.
There were several thoughts in my mind then, namely:
1. I was tanked up with a lethal combination of beer and red wine in a matter of minutes, and this combination is not funny.
2. I'm supposed to meet some colleagues at the Coffee Bean@ Paragon.
3. I was going to pick up my bb.
4. There were at least 3 bottles still left on the table.

A quick analysis of the above mentioned thoughts led to a conclusion: Escape.

I fought my way out of the orgy of drinks by repeating the mantra of: I'm meeting my friends and missus outside, so I need to go. To whoever that tried to stop me.
Luckily for me, it worked.

But I guess the damage was done.
For I can still remember the drunken ramblings and erratic behaviour.
The blurry vision and the unsteady gait.
The spinning world and the drooping eyelids.

I got sloshed.
My bad.

PS: Sorry for those who had to bear the brunt of my rather drunken and disruptive behaviour last night. I apologize.

PPS: Sorry to my lovely Boo who had to drive me back home and take care of me. So sorry that you had to do all these and then go home..... Heartpain.... :(

Measure of happyness...

2009-03-03T17:44:00.002+08:00

How do we gauge our own measures of happiness?
Is it relative to somebody's else?
Is it pegged to that special someone?
Or is it just us?

I would like to think that we as individuals are able to measure our own doses of happiness.
But strangely enough, we are often tied to things or people that may or may not matter to us.
And the ironic thing is, these are the ties that we cannot and will not ignore.

Can we just try to look for the bits that make us happier?

Bowling!

2009-02-23T12:37:00.000+08:00

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!!!

2009-02-18T23:37:00.002+08:00

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.....

2009-02-11T12:35:00.002+08:00

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....

2009-02-06T13:04:00.002+08:00

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.....

2009-02-03T01:21:00.010+08:00

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....

2009-02-01T18:51:00.003+08:00

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.

Laughter, Luck and Love.....

2009-01-29T02:21:00.003+08:00

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!!!

2009-01-26T18:10:00.002+08:00

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.....

2009-01-22T02:12:00.003+08:00

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!

2009-01-16T16:37:00.001+08:00

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

http://paintinga1000words.blogspot.com/

Enjoy.

The talk that lasted.......

2009-01-15T17:11:00.003+08:00

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........

2009-01-13T01:49:00.006+08:00

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....

2009-01-09T12:17:00.003+08:00

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....

2009-01-01T02:56:00.002+08:00

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.....

On the Xth day of Xmas.....

2008-12-31T01:32:00.003+08:00

My world seemed to stop snowing.
& it started to rain.

The storm seems to be over.
But the aftermath remains.

My heart broke a little,
when you told me about the imperfect 5.
It shattered when it seems like you wanted to search for your own happiness.

My birthday with you, having fish porridge and noodles, watching LOTR on tv, was my sweetest.
Because it was with you.
I'm sorry that yours with me wasn't as memorable or sweet.
But I did enjoy driving around parts of Singapore talking about everything and nothing at all.
Because it was with you.

I laugh and smile,
only to hide the stabs of pain when you say that you're looking for smiles in yourself.
I'm sorry I can't bring you the smiles.
I'm still trying to.
I thought I had.
I thought I could.
When I said I hope to bring happy-ness to you,
your silence cuts like a razor.

You laugh and smile.
But I see that faraway look, and I wonder if the cracks in your heart have mended.

If I sounded hostile, I apologise again.
I wasn't aware.
Thinking that I was calm and collected didn't mean that I was.
Now, it just sounded like a case of too little too late...

On the Xth day of Xmas, things aren't what they used to be.

And your blanket is still full of dust.
I'm finding it hard to sleep recently...

Hello Hokkaido!

2008-12-15T01:49:00.001+08:00

If you didn't notice, Timmy boy was away the whole of last week.
Where to? You might ask.

Hokkaido + Tokyo.
With the family.
Watch this space for more updates....

Operation MHK Day 5: Till the next time....

2008-12-15T01:47:00.002+08:00

The end of the road.
Conclusion to Operation MHK was coming to an end in this final day.
The only good thing for this day was: Late flight = Got time to do last minute shopping/walk walk/what-nots.

The tired Bs family with a last look at the hotel room.

Jamesy boy had gone off at this time, with a little mini drama which, to put it simply, was:
1. he overslept
2. he had to rush to the airport
3. he missed his original flight but is in desperate need to hop onto a plane to get him back to Singapore so that he will not miss the flight back to Aussie
4. he found a rogue agent selling plane tickets back to Singapore, only catch was: he no enough $$
5. Kevin wee had to rush down to save the brother in need
6. Kevin wee, after settling the debacle with Jamesy, decided to stay in the airport to wait for the rest of us.

So what were some of us doing?

Eating dim sum of course!!!
It would be blasphemy if we went to Hong Kong and back without eating any dim sums......

The final meal in Hong Kong.
At the airport no less.....

And that's all folks.
The end of Operation MHK.

It was a hell of a trip and believe me, we'll be back there again.

Till the next time........

Operation MHK Day 4: Of family and football...

2008-12-15T01:43:00.006+08:00

Day 3 was a whirlwind of activities that left the cast somewhat drained, so Day 4 was going to be more free and more easy.
But there was one place we had to go.
The place we've heard so much about but never had the chance to visit.
It was.........

The so called "Holland V" of Hong Kong.

We set off late in the afternoon, sans Kevin Wee who went in search of his own amusement in the form of....... his Hong Kong friend.
His friend gal ah?
YES.
So the rest of the cast hopped into a cab, directed the cab driver to take us to the promised land of pubs and more pubs, and we ended up in.......

Here.
Soho Street if I'm not wrong.
And what do the Bs family do when they reach an unconquered land?
They take pictures....

But before the cast moved on any further, the Bs family had to complete another mission.
Dinner with Baby Boo's family.
If awkwardness can be personified, then it would take the form of Kevin Wee. Giving me one of those insanely annoying smirk.

Oh well, since it was a sooner or later thing, me just decided that it would be better now.
Coupled with the fact that it was a scaled down meeting from a whole clan thingy to a just aunties and dad thingy.
Lucky me.

Good thing about the dinner was: The food was superb.

Family pics!
It wasn't as bad as I thought.
At least I didn't choke on any food, sprouted out nonsense, burped/farted loudly, gor drunk........ the list goes on.
And they were nice.
Maybe cos they kept piling food for me. Or maybe cos they looked pleased with me.

We managed to link up with the rest of them for the Man U game while navigating through a labyrinth that looks like this:

My senses almost deceived me into thinking that we were back in Holland V in Singapore.

Even the place had a slopey geographical make-up.

The rest of the night passed by without much fanfare.
Man U didn't win, the club that we went to had a Bikini Night thingy but half the time we saw throngs of people rather than hordes of ladies clad only in Bikini(apparently they had some competition going on but given the language barrier+near-deaf music pumping out of the speakers = dunch understand a shit what was happening)

Point to note: The club that we were persuaded to part our currency with was reputed to be one of the better ones. But the music sucked. Big Time. The air-con was non-existent. To call the dance floor a standing suana might be a tad understatement. Table+Sofa seats came with price tags of approximately 1/10 of my hardening liver = $600 SGD. The male-female ratio was skewed towards the male population.
Nuff' said.

We bailed out of the club just after 2+ hours of vainly praying that things might happen.

Supper.
The best conclusion to a rather negative clubbing experience.
Best part?

It's cheap.
Yum yum!!!

And so the cast, being satisfied for the night, proceeded back to base camp.

For tomorrow, tomorrow will be the last night of their trip in Hong Kong....

Operation MHK Day 3: Here you leave Today enter the world of Yesterday, Tomorrow and Fantasy...

2008-12-15T01:34:00.012+08:00

Day 3 started off with the cast moving off in different directions.
The missus and I went in search of fantasy in Disneyland,
the rest of them went in search of marine life in Ocean Park.

The Bs family found their fantasy land........

But not before stopping over for some good ole' roadside food.
As they say, an army cannot march on an empty stomach.
We also cannot venture forth in our adventures without satisfying our gastronomic needs.
Woot!

Taking the Mickey express at Sunny Bay.
With you bb, everyday is a sunny day for me :)

Us goofing around at the entrance to Disneyland.
Check out meine's pose.
Just like Mickey Mouse lah!!!

We were lucky enough to catch the fabled parade that attracts throngs of people like Singaporeans to a buffet table, or me to free alcohol.

And more pictures of the parade.
Guess who enjoyed more?
The spectator or the photographer? >.<

My lovely BB in her various poses......

Me cam-whoring....

It's a small world afterall.......
But judging from the size of the boat ride, this world ain't exactly small.
Ok, maybe just a tad smaller than a certain Ogre....

Just. Us. :)

My personal favourite.
Snapshots of us attempting different facial expressions.
Phonelines and message board are open for voting.
Who has the kick-arse facial expression?
Me or me?

We just can't stop taking pictures....

Of ourselves!!!!

To top up the madness, we had a KTV session with some guild friends of Mr and Mrs Horny.
We even managed to celebrate 2 birthdays at the same time!
*Point to note: Some of them can sing f**king well, some of them(ie: the guy in black holding the birthday cake with Horny) can sing the songs with lewd lyrics f**king well.

Were we tired?

Uber.

So till the next time.......... the operation will continue....

Fly me to........

2008-12-05T21:14:00.002+08:00

It's strange.
This time last year, I was flying off to Hong Kong/Macau without nay a care in the world,
just the possibilities and the fun I'll be having over there.

This year, things seem and feel a tad different.
For one, this year I actually had to work, before I can go for the break = no holiday mood for me(not yet anyway...)
But I guess the main reason is you.
I just care bear to leave you :(

Still, the plane's taking off in another 2 hours time(or thereabouts) and I'm determined to enjoy the best I can, just like I told you I would.
For your sake bb.

I'm so~~~~~~ missing you already :(

I know...

2008-12-04T01:18:00.002+08:00

I know that there's only you.
I hope that you know that I know.

Red, White and red, and white...

2008-11-27T00:25:00.002+08:00

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...

2008-11-21T09:47:00.003+08:00

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...

2008-11-17T01:10:00.005+08:00

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...

2008-11-12T01:13:00.002+08:00

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

2008-11-08T04:15:00.002+08:00

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...

2008-11-03T03:12:00.006+08:00

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...

2008-11-03T02:43:00.002+08:00

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?

时光机

2008-10-30T01:47:00.008+08:00

"Love is a choice you make from moment to moment."
-- Barbara De Angelis

And at that moment, in the past, it was a different person.
From the moment you came into my life, I chose to love you.
Every single moment.

I must confess, at times, I do wish for a 时光机.
Just to change what I've said at times.
Yet, to do so would to be denying myself of the chance.
The chance to pen down what I felt at that precise moment in time.
I'll pen down the feelings and emotions at that moment,
that moment when it is the true me,
the me that is feeling, thinking, happy, sad, angry...
These are the components of me, that made me the me then.
Those are not what I feel now.
The past are events that are rendered obsolete by the passing of time.
The present and the future are the components that matter.

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Yet, these pages of history ruffled some feathers.
And I can understand why.
Tormented I was, by the pages of your history.
Upset by the possibilities and the implications of the questions you posted a long time ago about the individual whom I'm not dispensed to like anytime in the future.
Jealous of the ones (yes I'm rather cranky regarding this train of thought I must confess) who had the good fortunate to have you in their lives, but never giving you what you deserve.
Regret that I didn't get to know you earlier.
So please don't pin the blame on yourself.

If a confession is to be made, let it be made here and now.
I confess.
I didn't bother explaining not only because I had faith in the love I had, the love we had.
I didn't not do so because I didn't care.
It was the from the sharp pangs of disappoinment.
From the disappointment I felt when you made it sound that my love was so unreliable, so flimsy,
so fake.
Your response had a hint of disbelief in it.
Your messages carried a subtle tinge of rejection in them.
Shocked.
Devastated.
Hurt.
I was momentarily lost.
Rendered speechless.

"If I know what love is, it is because of you."
-- Herman Hesse

I love you BBBB.
I really do.
I really know what love is with you.
And I want you to know that I know.
I want you to know that there's only you.
That although I missed out on you in the past.
I want you in the present.
And the future.
I want you to know that everytime you question my feelings,
I feel hurt, indignant, demoralised, dispirited.
And most of all, untrustworthy.
I really do.

I hope that you still belief me when I say this:
"There is no remedy for love but to love more."
-- Henry David Thoreau

I can't find the right words to say, except what I've said.
There's really no cure to loving you.
Except to love you more.

I've taken up the courage to lay bare my soul,
to say that yes, there was somebody.
But now there's nobody except you.
You.
You who is not a substitute, nor a rebound.
Or anything you might term it as.

There's only one person whom I love now.
It's you.
Miss Veronica Chau Jinqi.
My BBBB.
Now.
Forever.
For the next lifetime.
And the lifetimes after the next.

If these are not enough, I'm sorry.
Because these are really all I have.

Road...

2008-10-23T17:57:00.003+08:00

"Still round the corner there may wait. A new road or a secret gate."

-- J.R.R. Tolkien

I'm sorry BB, around the corner there won't be a new road or a secret gate.
Just me.
To bring a smile to your face when you turn the corner and leave your troubles behind.

Operation MHK Day 1: Here, there, everywhere...

2008-10-23T16:42:00.006+08:00

Its kind of funny how I never managed to find the time to post the 2nd edition of the long-ago Hong Kong trip but well, I guess this short reservist stint has some advantages afterall (not to mention the overdose of sleep I've been given....)

So we left the cast at the Budget terminal, all geared up and ready to go.
What next?
The plane ride of cos...

While some of us were busy cam-whoring, notice the guy in stripes.
Doing his best to conserve energy. For what purpose, let me keep it a secret for now.
The trip didn't start off too brightly, with the plane being delayed due to the computer screwing up or something along that line.
Not a good start......
Yet despite all the misgivings about the lack of reliability on the plane system, we managed to touch down at the Macau airport, wandered around looking for the elusive free bus that supposedly could get us to the hotel(my bad guys!!!) etc etc.

So what happened to the cast once everything was settled in the hotel?

They went searching for food.
It may not taste the best, but it sure looked good.
Plus we were hungry....

With no time to waste, Operation MHK reached another phase:
Reconnaissance on The Venetian!!!!

After hearing me wax lyrical about the grandeur of this uber huge casino hotel shopping centre or whatever you wanna call it, the rest of them decided that a recon misson to this fabulous place was in order.

Plus there was a Man U megastore there.

We could only stay as long as our jet-lagged bodies could take it, and it wasn't before long the decision beat a hasty retreat back to HQ ala Hotel Sintra was made unanimously.

Shower.
Rest.
Food.
That was the program for the night.
Oops, my bad....
That was the program for the evening...

We(sans Da Sao) eventually found our way to the casino of Grand Lisboa, where cold hard cash were exchanged for chips, where the universal currency is luck, where we camped for several hours.

Operation Huat Ah! wasn't successful for some of us who bled, ie: Me and Jamesy boi.

Mr Horny was able to acquire more ammunition for the rest of the trip though....

Day 2 started off with us trying to drag our arse-s from a long night executing Operation: Huat Ah!

But somehow, we managed to find time for lunch, short shopping trip, smoke session and still ended up on the ferry to Hong Kong.

Which.... will be a tale for another day.....

Goodnight, goodnight....

2008-10-18T01:00:00.001+08:00

Some nights seems to pass longer than the rest.

But tonight, I hope it'll last forever....

Piss-entation...

2008-10-14T17:56:00.002+08:00

I've learnt some lessons this morning.
Talking well DOES NOT mean that you can present well.
Neither do KNOWING the subject matter at the back of your mind.

Used to think that giving presentation was nothing to worry about.
But recently, I was proven wrong. Not once.
Maybe things ain't just as simple as I had thought it would be....

All the things I've said....

2008-10-12T04:23:00.001+08:00

To say that I have a knack for saying the wrong things at the wrong time will be an understatement.

I have a feeling that I possess the inherent talent to say the WRONG THINGS EVERYTIME...

Sigh.

I'm so sorry................

Falling....

2008-10-09T17:03:00.001+08:00

I'm falling.
Deeper and faster than I've imagined.
But I'm not scared this time.
Because it's you.

Operation MHK Day 1: Introducing........

2008-09-23T10:50:00.006+08:00

Before we get to the MHK(Macau + Hong Kong) trip proper, I feel that it's only right to introduce the main cast of the show, namely, us.

Without further ado, let us unveil the mystery surrounding these larger than life characters, in order of their arrival timing @ the Budget Terminal............

First up, our very own Aussie-based Stinkaporean:

Name: James
Alias: Cool Snake (he's cool, but rather serpentine in nature......), White B*stard (a legacy from our FDS days, credit to Ang Kong for coining this term...), Jamesy Boi
Traits: Able to speak Chinese like an Ang Moh. Keeping cool @ all times. Credited for being the first guy to call me a moron & slapping me, without offending me. Extremely homophobic.
Time of arrival: 0530 (thereabouts...)

Name: Kevin Wee
Alias: Batman, Wee Wee, Drug Addict (another term coined during the FDS days, by whom I have absolutely no friggin' idea)
Traits: Being blind as a bat. Sprouting random quotes at the most unexpected times. Able to make any normal situation hilarious with his boo boo antics.
Time of arrival: 0800 (thereabouts...)

Name: Hongni
Alias: Alvin, Mr Horny
Traits: Able to converse in several languages, one of which is Vietnamese (in broken phrases, mainly focusing on the subtle variations of vulgarities). Nose will turn RED and STAY red if conditions are not right. Have balls to try Smelly Beancurd. Bear slight resemblance to Ekin Cheng (if he combs his hair with center parting)
Time of arrival: Uber late. 0820 (thereabouts...)

Name: Charmaine
Alias: Mrs Hongni, Da Sao
Traits: Able to tahan all our nonsense. The only lady I know who can probably kick my arse in WoW if I ever play. Penchant for soft toys and cutesy stuff.
Time of arrival: Same as above. 0820 (thereabouts...)

& how can I forget this lady.....

Name: Veronica
Alias: Veron, Big Baby Boo*, Sweetheart*
*these terms apply for me only, muhahahahahhahaha!!!!
Traits: Ability to make me do silly things and take pictures in weird poses. Uncanny telepathy with me. Doesn't like to eat tofu. Oh, and is the sole (un)lucky receipent of my love.
Time of arrival: 0730 (thereabouts...)

Last but not least...
Name: Tim Juan
Alias: Tim, Timmy~~~, Savage Dog, Moron (as coined by James), Big Baby Babi Bubs (as coined by the missus)
Traits: Able to follow street signs and still end up lost. Cam-whore. The other cast member along with Hongni to try Smelly Beancurd. Part-time translator (for Cantonese). Love BBB to bits.
Time of arrival: 0730 (thereabouts...)

The stage is set.
The cast has been introduced.
For more of their(mis)adventures and mishaps, stay tune.

Us. Leaving on a Jet(star) plane......

Operation MHK (Macau + Hong Kong) - Day 0

2008-09-19T00:31:00.003+08:00

Day 0 started quite some back, but for convenience's sake, let's just take Day 0 as the night before the MHK trip.
The night when plans were finalised, when the last bak chor mee was consumed, when the gang went home with the anticipation for greater things to come tomorrow.

It was the night before the trip.
Nothing much to talk about here, except for the one last supper @ Bedok 85, the banter being traded, and of cos, the last minute packings that all of us might be guilty of.

This, my friends, is just the beginning.
For coming up, will be posts.
Posts of the things we did, the things we should have done, and the things that some people did and some people didn't.
Posts of MHK..........

Till the next time...

Operation Macau & Hong Kong 2008

2008-09-16T10:30:00.002+08:00

Operation Macau & Hong Kong has concluded.
If given a choice, I would love to have stayed longer, but alas, the four letter word work immediately spring into mind.

Will be arranging the pictures some time soon.
Watch for more posts.....