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...

Exhausted...

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...

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...

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...

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....

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....

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!

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

More will be revealed...