So much, so little...

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...

Visit to Universal Studio Singapore.

Bowling game with Reccos.

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

It might just be... me

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Just learnt something the hard way today.

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

DO WARM-UP.

Seriously.

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

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

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

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

So much, so so much...

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

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

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

And all will be revealed in good time.

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

Odd hours...

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

In that particular order.

Working at odd hours is not funny. At all.

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

So let's just wait and see shall we?

Till the next tour of duty then....

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

Welcome to the world...

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

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

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

Welcome dear Reia....

-- Uncle Tim

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

I guess in the aftermath of the everything that happened.

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

We can never stay mad at each other for long.

We never did.

And I hope we never will...

This Left doesn't feel Right...

For a moment, I thought that was it.

I was trying in vain to shout out.

That this Left doesn't feel Right.

You took that half step.

And then you took a step.

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

I'm still shivering...

Jaded...

Yet another bleak post.

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

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

For now, I'm rather jaded.

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

Cheers.

Sleepless, Clueless and Hopeless...

Times like these happen.

Times when the world grinds to a standstill.

Times when everything is so still the silence hurts.

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

But sometimes, things happen.

This time, I couldn't get to sleep.

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

So here I am, blogging cluelessly.

About something, nothing and maybe everything.

Strangely, I've been thinking about work.

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

Reason being?

I have no idea.

Lack of motivation?

Lack of recognition?

Lack of self respect?

Lack of (monetary) rewards?

Or simply, is it me who's lacking?

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

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

Change.

A simple word to say,

a hard thing to do.

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

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

In your blog.

I repeat.

In your f**king blog.

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

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

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

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

If that's your idea of change.

Please go ahead.

Please go ahead and be a stronger, better man.

Please go ahead, and change.

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

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

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

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

Denial of all those who care.

So please.

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

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

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

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

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

14 fucking words.

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

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

Oh wait, I forgot.

We ain't worth fuck shit.

Because real friends don't do this.

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

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

Note the fucking trend.

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

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

Got it?

I hope you do.

Because I had enough of the nonsense.

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

I'm leaving you this blog post.

And you have 3 days.

3 fucking days. Savvy?

You have 3 days to contact me.

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

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

I want a sincere response.

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

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

Because I don't give a flying fuck.

Got it?

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