AWW, LAST DAY OF THE YEAR LIAO… BYE 2008!!

31 December 2008
Wednesday (31 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2100 (Singapore Time)
Listen: Blower’s Daughter by Tanya Chua
Mood: *AWW, Look at SKY*

How time flies… Just feel like yesterday when I wrote last year’s end-of-year entry and now, I am writing for this year. So errm, what did I learn this year? Well, for a start…

People are basically fuckers, period.

Ok… anything else you learn?

Be a LJ and Fuck people and don’t be a CB to let people fuck.

Point taken… so moving along, what’s the most significant thing(s) this year (in descending order)

First and perhaps the last on my list… I found my beloved wife and soulmate, Lena (Honey & Snoopy also can). Thank you for being part of my life and I love you. What I don’t say or do, doesn’t mean I don’t care, it’s just that … Ok, I love you. Remember that

XOXOXOXO

By the way, that XO thingy also something new that I learnt this year (from my boss, who got it from his little daughter who got it from her friend who etc etc)…

Next Stop, friendship; new, old, renewed, just beginning and still going strong (not in that order)

1. Wanhan & Nicole
2. Kwek & Wife
3. Gary & Wife
4. Leela, Chris & Grayze
5. Seow, Mark, KP, Alan, Germ & Gene
6. Wenn, Mona & Francis
7. Joan of Arc
8. Uncle George
9. Boss (ex... or ex ex, depending on how many jobs I changed)

And lastly, still must lament… My portfolio really going down the drain

It used to be 45K of cold hard cash, then some month ago, it become like 15 plus plus and now, just checked, it dwindle into fucking 14 plus plus. Every month its losing more and more money. Who am I kidding, the fact is there is no return anymore. My best bet is when the economy recovers (a big IF), I can get back my principle. I am not asking for much, just the fucking principle. And oh yes, no more investment. The next fucker who tell me about investment will kena damn jialat from me. And YES, 30K is big sum for a church mouse. Unlike some fuckers who brush it off like rounding error… But we will get to them. One day…

Fucking CB…

Enough of these, it is still supposed to be end of year where at least for one fucking time, we ought to behave. Yes yes… and now how? So go fuck yourself.

Hey, what you expect man. The only silver lining (beside my wife) is… I got a job (yes and I am fucking proud of it). Till we meet again, Happy New Year.

HAPPY 4TH MONTH ANNIVERSARY

16 December 2008
Tuesday (30 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2100 (Singapore Time)
Listen: Blower’s Daughter by Tanya Chua
Mood: *AWW, Look at SKY*

Not much things to update lately also. December is here, its like wow… 10 Months gone in a blink. SO how now purple cow? Gee, I don’t really know…

Then it hits me…

I feel her.

I can’t live without her. Her smile, her laughter, the touch of her skin and the smell of her hair, the tenderness of her voice, the sweetness of her kiss… It is all I ever wish for. I can feel her warmth when we cuddled; it feels so safe and comforting. Every movement met with such euphoria. She loves me, I love her. We love us…

I missed her then, I missed her now.

We should meet in another life, I told her.
It will be fun, I said. It will be nice and it will be perfect. Just like fairy tales… You do like fairy tales?
How? She asked…
Similar scenario lah; Sing Karaoke, then I wink at her, she wink at me and we lived happily ever after.

We laugh heartily…

We must find each other ok? In the next life and many lives after… She made me promised her.
And this time, she added, we will be the first and last relationship …

But what if…

What if…

I am afraid I might not be able to find you anymore. The world is so big, filling every corner with people and more people. What if I missed you; alighting off a bus, in opposite direction on board the escalator… brushing past shoulders in the sidewalk? What if we are forever lost in the chaos? What if … we are never ever fated to be one again?

I love her so much…

I told her we only have about 50 odd years together (on a very generous estimate). The fear of losing her clouded my thoughts. 50 years together and we will be alone again. Then, my eyes watered…I don’t want to leave her… she is part of my life, as much as I am of her but what can I do? We are mere mortal, racing to embrace whatever time we have left together. This is life, our life.

And I died, a sad & lonely man

But I do have faith, faith that one day we will meet again. This life, the next and many many more after.

For my beautiful wife
My Companion, My soulmate, the mother of our beautiful kids, the pillar of my strength
You are all I ever wished for.
And I love you

I MIGHT BE SLOW BUT I AM STILL AHEAD OF YOU AND I'M STILL YOUR BOSS HAHA

8 December 2008
Monday (24 Degree Celsius)
Rainy Morning @ 0900 (Singapore Time)
Listen: Blower’s Daughter by Tanya Chua
Mood: *AWW, Look at SKY*

At the rate I am going, my mind is going to be wasted… Such a waste of a perfectly well-endowed brain. Seriously… Nothing much to update (as you can attest to lately) and nothing of equivalent happening in our world. Some hisses and snarls, hug and kisses, here and there kind of stuff. Beside those, we are pretty good and our relationship grows by the day (and nights).

We have planned for the future; saving plans, health insurances, kids upbringing. Our house design is also taking shape, albeit with some changes to our idea of an ideal home. But it is ok, because like what I have been telling my colleagues during my monthly motivational talks; I’m in it for the longest haul. Funnily, it met with some funny reaction; Jaw dropping and champagne order cancellation. I wonder why…

On that note, I also wonder why recently, a couple of lady acquaintances’ hands I have shaken had this funny scratch to it. I mean, I extended my hand, held it firm and warmly and they reciprocate with a little (can I say, naughty) scratch on my palm with a coyly smile. I wonder why…

Alrighty, that is Oh-NOT-so funny. But my little snoopy is nice, she forgives me for my little stupidity at times… Oh, on the topic of our plan, she suggested we opt for the give and take theory; she gives nothing and takes everything from me. Yup, as usual, she outguesses, outsmart and outmaneuver me. But me not complaining, because… she’s my little snoopy… Awww… And yes, we have given the other some sweety lovey nicks; Snoopy and Woodstock (no prize for guessing who is which…).

Moving along, I was nominated again for some overseas course and with any luck; my month of February will be really filled. To the brim. Hmmm, interesting work I have. Nah, I’m kidding you (the work, not the course) but of course.

Did our Christmas shopping on Saturday, but it does looks like it is my Christmas shopping. Of the 10 odd things we bought, 99.99% of it belongs to me. Oh yes, I love to shop. Once or twice yearly (or thrice, forth etc etc) OR whenever I feel like it. But hor, nowadays expenditure must be prudent. Did you hear, see or feel me buying anything extravagant lately? Ah, the sign of wanting to settle down permanently (or for the longest haul) with Snoopy. It will be tough; the saving, living together, trying not to strangle me during my sleep (no matter how tempting it look) etc etc but my dear snoopy is committed for the long haul too. Heee

Have a Merrily little Christmas (in case I no update till the longest time)… Busy lah

你就像个小孩 by 阿杜

夜深了, 深到只听见心跳
你睡了, 睡到泪水都干了
我要往哪里逃, 黑夜沉沉笼罩
慌慌张张的脚步, 红红的脸在发烧　

心乱了, 不知该如何是好
爱醉了, 原来我们需要拥抱　
你却一再缠绕, 缠着那些煩恼
单纯的说好不好, 我们爱到老　

你就像个小孩, 一心要爱却不懂其中的无奈
迷路在人海, 却找不回来 天真不变的洁白　
我也像个小孩, 痴痴的爱都不怕有怎样的伤害　
我痛你的痛, 我苦你的苦尽管很难熬, 太阳就快出来了　
今夜有最深沉的梦梦里有最亮的天空

I MIGHT BE SHORT BUT I AM THE BOSS

22 November 2008
Saturday (31 Degree Celsius)
Afternoon @ 1600 (Singapore Time)
Listen: 猜不透 by 丁當
Mood: *I ish Ok Lah*

Was walking home after work last evening when suddenly a sense of strangeness overwhelmed me… It is a strange feeling, you know, those kind of funny feeling that you can’t put a word to it… it seems like wrong but the left feels right… you know, those kind of things…

Anyway, here’s a rundown of the weeks of missing in action

10, 11, 12 … November … Cow, I don’t recall anything significance…damn…

Oh cow… let’s see… deep down in my grey matter… anything I could remember?

I know I did a couple of runs and weights, trying to keep fit for IPPT. Then I kena arrowed for race duty on Wednesday. Not to come across as being a wuss but it did spoil my entire day and night.

Oh yes, raining season is here. Got a lot more rain than usual. As usual too, it never rains in here, it Pours. Ya ya…

Spending the days with my honey, night and day, day and night. Ah, we also started on our mission to raise money for our future home. How? We gona be prudent (make that extra prudent) in our expenditure and income. Future home with my Love, Here we come. Be good and stay there ok? We will return… don’t run run around…

Anyway, before I go, did you know that Louis Vuitton, ya, that French dude of leather "luxury" goods, will make you a special one-off case for anything you ask for. If you can throw down the cash to pay for the work that is. That brings us back to the question of how outrageous is outrageous?

Apparently also, this is not a new service, just that I have never heard of it until today, when me, in my state of semi consciousness, stumbled upon the most ridiculous tech accessory I've ever seen. Who could blame me… It is like… A Bag, any bag for anything… Oh well, told you its good to be rich…

It's an iPod carrying trunk made of black Taiga leather with brass embellishments and a red microfiber interior made to spec for Chanel designer Karl Lagerfeld. Don't believe me is it? Dude had his red initials engraved on top of the lid (As KL, what else)

The majestic travel case houses a smaller drawer inside that can hold 20 iPods at once along with chargers, headphones, Maltese Falcons, and other accessories in Karl's mysterious cache. Karl’s also instructed LV to cut him a compartment specifically for his precious JBL Creature iPod speakers and subwoofer combo.

Wait, back up a bit...why does he have 20 iPods? And what, JBL Creature speakers? Are you kidding me? Is there a spot in there for his Apple Newton and spare floppy disks, too? Someone should probably escort Mr. Lagerfeld to the nearest external hard drive shop and blow his mind. After that, maybe a crash course on the progressive history of laptops and the current state of high fidelity speakers. Actually, forget it; maybe he can just pay Louis Vuitton to build him a leather-wrapped time machine to transport him back to 2004

Like I said, everything and anything is all B.S. The only truth is… It gona be take a while…

THE MUD ON MY FACE IS SOIL, MY SOIL

9 November 2008
Sunday (25 Degree Celsius)
Morning @ 0900 (Singapore Time)
Listen: 猜不透 by 丁當
Mood: *I ish Sick, Sibei Sick*

It doesn’t help that while working last afternoon, I have to compete with headache, body aching, the need to kick some ass, the love for my admin assistant(S)!! and my… real work. Damn, it wasn’t too good initially, with all these factors but gradually, it becometh better than it got worse, than got better, got worse… The whole cycle just go on for a couple of spins till now. I am keeping my finger crossed. Hopefully I am really feeling better…

Speaking of racial minority becoming a leader of the masses; don’t say minority race, other country folks of the same race also damn cheebye difficult if you know what I mean (as shown below)…

You see, I was walking home many nights ago when from afar, I saw 2 bicycles on their way towards me... Usually I will try to keep clear for them to pass safely but on that night, something else crop up…

Something LIKE Both were not riding singly; they ride side by side, talking cheebye cock to each other. It is like this scenario, either I stop in my track, get off the cemented road and onto the muddy grass patch or risk getting bicycle crashed to injuries… then it happened. A ray of damn bright spot of LED punctured through the darken skies… onto my face. I looked up and had a revelation

I lived in my estate for as far as I can remembered
I have been walking in that lane for as far as my leg can start moving around
I studied diligently at the school next to it
I recited my pledge and sang the national anthem on that school atrium every day
I run many many many miles on the jogging path alongside it
I sweat many a ton from my walk back from my national service for 2 ½ years
I certainly paid my fair share of taxes to maintain and upkeep the road
I even will kiss the cemented pathway… if need arises lah

Then WHY the fuck I should back out onto the grass patch and let the foreign trash pass just so that they can fucking talking cock with each other.

This is my land, THIS IS MY MOTHERLAND. I TOIL AND SWEAT FOR THE SURVIVAL OF MY MOTHERLAND. I serve my nation, protecting its interest and do my duty as a citizen. Then why can’t I even walk on my land?

So I did what I am entitled to… I walk bravely (even risk getting crash), confidently and defiantly towards the incoming barrage. One of the cyclist (whose race shall remain unknown henceforth), sensing my intent and bend on killing him, decided it is in his best interest to slow down; quite abruptly and nearly got itself swerved off course (and thereby maybe, just maybe getting killed…) But I don’t give a hoot… I seriously do NOT give a SHIT. This is my motherland and I have every damn right to walk the cemented path! The rest of the cheebye foreign trash can go and fuck themselves.

The mud on my face is soil, MY SOIL!

Ah, the perilous of living my life.

Before I go, here’s something for my honey…

I will be honest, patient, gentle, (trying) to be less senile and to hug you at every given opportunity (even if I have to MAKE ONE) and planting that kiss when you least notice it. And that you will be forgiving towards my idiosyncrasy and my stupidity (at times lah). But above all, I promise to treasure and care for you and in every way, to be worthy of your love. I love you.

FOUND ON ANOTHER BABY’S TEE: ALL I WANTED WAS A BLOWJOB

6 November 2008
Thursday (34 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2200 (Singapore Time)
Listen: 断线 by 万芳
Mood: *I am not very the fucking pleased*

I am not very pleased.

I just lost 30K in my CPF investment account. Last year I did an investment sum of 45K and now it is worth only a third of its value… No words can express my immerse displeasure. I mean, what can have happened to wipe 2/3 of its value off, just like that. Oh yes, I forgot, it is for LONG TERM. That is what people who has no idea, absolutely at all or gave a shit to you would say. I am guessing one for each of the person whom sold me the plans.

And when life is old so B.E.A.U.Tiful , you know there will be some asshole who will fucked it up, dearly. For one, I know shits of the things I am paying for in my insurance and I am not very pleased about that. My insurance agent is crap. Basically just pure shit; never mind he say until like so smart like that. At the end of the day, He is nothing but a whole bollocks of hot fucking air. Come on! Just consolidate all my insurance thingy very difficult meh? Nabei Vagina…

One thing to solve at a time. I want to make sure everything I am paying for in Insurance is what I wanted and actually know what the fuck I am paying for. Fucking cows… As you can see, I am not at all very happy about things now… And whoever fuck get on my nerve, you fucking will die cock standing. I am pretty sure about that too. So stay away, you have been forewarned.

On a happier note (though I am still like shit), my sister-in-law is pregnant and my kid brother is gona be a dad soon (like in another 7 more months). This has got to be the highlight of next year events. My kid little brother is gona be a Dad! Gosh, that’s awesome! And I am going to be an Uncle! And My honey gona be an Aunty! *silence* Errm, Honey honey honey gona be Aunty

Of course, the happiest person on earth (beside my kid brother, sister-in-law, honey, etc etc) has to be my mum. She was practically grinning ear to ear since last morning. And for obvious reason (she has been using the HE to address the baby), she has assumed the little Billy Jr to be… well, Billy Junior. That is, I am guessing too, an equivalent of a BOY. I hate to break the news to her, it is only like 6 weeks, how to know what sex. But then, some things are better left unsaid. Who knows…

Oh yes, Obama is the 44th President of the United States. Damn… Joe Biden is the next Vice President (Double Damned). Someone should vote Sarah Palin and Tina Fey to be the next incumbent. If you know who Palin and Fey are, you are fucking brilliant. Go on, Congrats yourself for being knowledgeable. Sadly, these types of tête-à-tête never ever popped out during discussion with anyone nowadays. It is not the type of conversation that will excite anyone in my circles now. How things have changed. It is no longer politics and social issues but money, sex and brooze, yes, those kinds of things. Just plain oh Human’s issues… Why am I even bothered to carry the burden of such pain and mind numbing recurrences?

At times, I felt like kicking fucking humans, knowing how people around me are like… Laymen? Just a wholesome bunch of Simple Old Folks, trying to make their way home. Mere mortals whom only interests are sex, money and brooze. Maybe, just maybe, love. But I digress…

I don’t have to bear this shit… But then, to what purpose… To what fucking purpose. Here’s a toast to a simple life. I am walking with the masses, with no purpose and no direction. We are lost and we can never ever get out. We are fucked… No, I am fucked. Yes, that sort of drift…

Oh fuck, Just fucking shut the fuck up… seriously

FOUND ON A BABY’S TEE: ALL I WANTED WAS A BACK RUB

30 October 2008
Thursday (32 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2100 (Singapore Time)
Listen: 断线 by 万芳
Mood: *I am Good*

Yesterday, I found out (the hard way) the hazard of growing old and the fragility of human body. I sneezed a couple of times and sprain my neck muscle. On the third sneeze, I can feel the sudden jot of electrical shock on my neck and the next moment, I can’t really move my neck a lot. How? Die…

Of all life’s joy and humor, I now cannot move my neck freely. To make matter worse, I can hardly check my blind spot without moving my entire body (which is especially bad when I’m driving). Oh well, reach office, told my clerks about it and the first thing on their mind (which translate to their verbal conversation); Better stay away from Bird… Lest he starts scolding them (which I never) and make life difficult (and I protest that). Anyway, it was a long and tiring day, especially with the races going on. It was SO long and tiring that when it rained heavily last night and I didn’t even notice it till this morning while peeing. My mom even navigated my room’s obstacle course without making a noise (I am guessing this, since I was not consciously aware of anything…) and closes the windows. Damn, either I am too washed out or I am too washed out. How? Die Cock

Honey suggests acupuncture at some ulu place for my neck. I readily agreed because neck wasn’t moving in any direction when I woke up this morning and that would normally suggest getting a professional to check it out. Oh well… then the inevitable happened, my tyre was flatted… the best part? I don’t even know when and how… Except that the nail is the culprit (yup THAT Fucking Nail).

How? Die Cock Standing

Honey got some sealant and air canister thingy to temporarily inflate it and with that, we managed to reach a repair shop and get it patched up.

Reach the Traditional Chinese Medical clinic after our favorite pepper lunch at IMM. The doctor see see, poke poke and explain every aspect of my problem… TO MY HONEY. Nabei, dirty old man… Like I transparent like that… CB… I felt like a human subject also. But he is good lah, jab a needle, nudge my back, twist my head, jab another shot on my shoulder and suddenly, the burden was miraculously lifted. I felt so good and alive after like 30 hours of pain and discomfort. Damn… Acupuncture actually works! But still, he is a DOM.

Reach home, cut hair, decided to go Marina Square to do up our house digital voice and got myself another golf bag (a smaller version to house a few clubs; usually for driving range practice session). Since I spent like 1k plus on my irons, I figure it would be prudent to have a couple more accessories haha. It’s like this one… Everything also must buy, then buy already… Feeling lagi happier haha.

Fucking cow… I nearly fell off my chair when I saw my credit card bill… 5K! But I am happy… Cos I am happy. That is something 5K can’t buy, like ever… Also, I have a great Honey whom understand the WHY I am doing WHAT I am doing. Tell me lah, where to find such gems like Honey? In another note, she shed some light on my buddy’s behavior. I shall spare you the details but then, it goes to show how much he respect my life and as a buddy. Enough said.

Was telling honey over lunch today the difference between Stress, Tension and Panic…

Stress is when your wife is pregnant
Tension is when your girlfriend is pregnant
Panic is when both are pregnant.

Honey Honey Honey…. I missed her already

Oh yes, my kid brother owe me the IDD cost. No call back for the past week and see lah, have to call him using my cell to assured mom he is OK! And that wouldn’t come cheap man! haha