31 May 2005

Five Questions - The Difficult 5

Well, WonkyTong sent me the initial 5 questions and I lamented that they were too easy. Alas, it is time for that foot-in-the-mouth moment again as these next 5 proved to be more challenging as I actually needed to engage the grey matter. Anyway, here goes...

1. You're married, so how do you deal with women who hit on you? 

me? That would be my initial reaction for such flattering attention. I am at best, a pretty ordinary bloke who probably has a slightly above average nose for mischief. Other than that, I can't really see what I have to offer. I am neither hunky nor do I have a cute butt. (I can't really tell, can I?)

Not that I have a LOT of women hitting on me (You'll need my friend Bionicman to assist you in that department), and so I guess most of it is just merely day-dreaming/fantasising on my part.

So if hypothetically speaking if I kena hit, perhaps my first reaction is to find out more about this person. Should I run for the hills? Should I elope? Or should I take a position somewhere in between? The worst extreme case would be ala Fatal Attraction where the pet rabbit gets cooked.

Like the question stated, I am married and so my options are pretty much limited. However, I do tend to look for the silver lining, if any. Is there a friendship out of this? The fact that she is interested means that she does not think that you are a f*cking arrogant bastard/arsehole (phew!). Perhaps, the opposite party is one with a heart of gold but with a misplaced direction of affection? Can we channel this energy into a good friendship/companionship? I would certainly like to hope so.

2. You're allowed only 3 items to help you survive in an isolated island, what would they be?

Am going to really think hard about this one. First would be the cleaver. By far, the most perfect knife that I can think of. It is tough enough to be a parang for bashing through the woods and yet delicate enough to be able to peel a fruit. The cleaver, in fact, is more than just a knife. The butt of the handle can be used as a hammer/mallet, the back of the blade can be use as a crusher, the side of the blade can be used as a shovel. The options are limitless. The blade itself, other than cutting, can also be used to descale a fish or in one of WonkyTong's earlier blog, her Ah Ma used it as a screwdriver. The swiss-army knife would pale in comparison. Yah, try defending yourself against a wild boar with the pathetic Victorinox. Hah!

Second would be a companion. I guess I can't really classify a person as an item but I'm just going to bend the rules here anyway. Perhaps the most difficult thing to handle here is loneliness and probably the very same reason Chuck Nolan (Tom Hanks) created "Mr Wilson" in the movie "Cast Away". Getting stranded on a deserted island may not be a bad thing. For one, you actually get to be away from the hectic hustle and bustle of modern life. It could just be a good thing to break away from the slavery of our work. So, wouldn't it be nice if there is someone to share this new found peace and joy?

Lastly, an unlimited supply of pencil and paper. A journal would be a good thing to keep a record of the events and happenings on the island. If I am rescued before I die, then the journal would make an excellent material reference for my book or better still, movie. If they find the journal after I am gone, then at least there is something there to tell my story.

What 3 items I definitely won't bring with me.
  • Underwater hair dryer
  • Solar torchlight
  • Fireproof matchsticks

3. What would you do to win a woman's heart?

I think the secret to winning a woman's heart is to know what she wants.

How do you find out what she wants?

Just shut up and listen.

Open your ears, open your mind, open your eyes. Observe the body language on top of the verbal ones. Read between the lines, interpret the sarcasm, reverse the reverse-psychology. Pay attention to details, make an effort to get to know the stuff that is important to her.

Then there is also the magic of touch. Touch her fingers. Smell her hair. Kiss her lips. Breathe down her neck, nibble her ear, hold her hand...

Well, I never said it is going to be easy...

4. What is the funniest prank you have ever played?
Not to sound like a brag but I have so many pranks that I can't really put my finger on just one and call it my best work ever.

Anyway, it would be fun to just reminisce about one here.

It was back during my freshman year in NTU. Back then there was only one canteen in the school building as the South Spine was still under construction. Lunch time was a big headache as the place was obviously inadequate as far as accommodating the 3 engineering faculties as well as the accountancy and business faculties. There may be seats scattered here and there but it was quite difficult to find a space that could accommodate us all since the "gang" lunches together as a motley group.

The "law of the jungle" in campus is that when you've have gotten a seat, you place your file/bag on the seat to "chope" it and then you go to the stalls to get your food.

A stroke of genius hit me that day as I rounded up a couple of buddies with me to go hunting.... for tables. My logic was that while there was no question about the seats being reserved with the placement of a bag or any other article of personal effect, the same rule should also be applied to tables as well. So there we were, to the shock and astonishment of the people around, we took the "unreserved" tables leaving the "reserved" seats behind. Once we've gotten the table, the rest was a cakewalk as it was fairly easy to grab the odd chair here and there to fill the table.

That was how Deek got to know me in NTU as he witnessed the helpless and baffled students when they returned to their seats with their food but no table. Accounting to his account, some of them had to resort to eating with their trays on their laps. I am so going to hell for that.

5. How has your stay in Ch1na affect your opinion of Singapore?

Surprised? More like enlightened shock. Not at the culture shock but rather how myopic I was, had I not had the opportunity to venture outside our little red dot.

Before Ch1na, I was a beaming Singaporean taking extreme pride in our "achievements" e.g. busiest port, bestest airline, bestest airport etc. There was a sense of arrogance when snootily looking at our poorer neighbours. I felt a sense of self importance, I felt that we deserved the non-permanent seat on the UN Security Council.

That was before I ventured into Ch1na and the US of A and later realised how insignificant our achievements were. So, we have the busiest port in the world but really the bulk of it was merely the recorded volume of transshipment. If you want to see big outgoing volume, look at Ch1na. If you want to see big incoming volume, look at USA. And how do we compare standing right next to them? You don't want to know my answer. Really. You don't.

It was a humbling lesson to learn what we originally regarded as big, only to turned out molecular in the real world out there.

Let me cite an example of a company that I know personally. Back in day when it was still feasible to operate a factory in Singapore, the bubbly would be popped and a milestone marked, if they were to ship more than 10 containers in a month. Today in Ch1na, if they pushed less then 100 containers out a month, somebody was sure to get fired.

On another note, we pride ourselves has having one of the top education system in the region and that we could go ahead further and export the "Singapore Branding" of education to other countries. We often find ourselves comparing against Hong Kong and always come away happy that ours is "better" than theirs. What people of Singapore don't realised is that our current education system is so good that we churn out perfect employees. Where are the entrepreneurs? Where is the creativity? Where are the ideas? Sadly, they have all been left behind as early as our Primary 3 streaming exams.

The Official Interview Game Rules
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. Each person's will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

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1. a reader left...
Wednesday, 1 June 2005 3:27 am
I knew you are a prankster. But didn't know that you don't like to be alone ... Oh ya, I forgot I'm a hermit. I can survive by myself.
2. JayWalk left...
Wednesday, 1 June 2005 3:33 am
Granted that you may be a hermit now but I am sure you would have preferred otherwise.

30 May 2005

Five Questions - The Easy 5

1. If you could interview a local blogger, who would it be? Why?

There'd be so many of them!! Where do I start?? It is going to be really hard to put a finger on one. mrbrown and Miyagi are 50-50 mainly because they are ACS boys, like me. I probably know half the answers beforehand. Not much fun in that, is there?

So I guess, my first and foremost criteria is that he/she must be one that I have no previous contact. So, that kinda eliminates Sheena, Nethia, WonkyTong, MeePokTah and Bumbling-Belle.

Perhaps, I would like to get to know more of the funny bloggers out there like SillyCelly, FinickyFeline, AhDokBoy, MysteryTanLines just to name a few.

2. If XiaXue were to hire you to write for her blog, paying you market rate, would you consider? Why? What would you write?
"... This has created controversy about whether bloggers need to disclose that they are being paid and whether the practice damages their credibility..."
(02 May 2005)

Yes, as that would mean giving me her password access(!).

What would I write?

Nothing. I would just delete everything and shut it down.

A blog is something personal and done out of one's passion. If you need to "outsource" it to somebody else to do it for you. Why bother to maintain it anymore? It would be obvious that the owner no longer wants to upkeep it. So why should you be the one to do it for her? Besides, getting somebody else to do your blog reeks of commercialism. Call me a an atas purist, if you like. Bite me.

Afternote: Perhaps a bit of clarification is in order here. I have nothing against XX's blog. It was mentioned here simply because the question has her on it. My reaction would have been the same for anybody else's blog. Ask and pay me to do your blog and the first thing on my agenda would be to shut it down for you. So there. I hope everything is cleared up here.

3. What would you do if your date farts?
I don't see a big deal in that. I mean who doesn't fart? It is a natural bodily function, right?

Believe me, if the date lets one rip,

  • You think it was intentional?
  • You think she hadn't struggled for DEAR LIFE for the past 5 minutes trying to keep it in?
  • You think she enjoyed oozing beads of sweat from the forehead for the past 10 minutes?
  • You think she didn't just DIED on the spot when it ripped? 

Oh for the love of Gawd, BE NICE to the her! The least you can do is to give her a break!

So, return the fart with your own and call it even. Burp, if you have nothing to fart. At least, it would be the thought that counts.

Besides, if you are really in LURVE with her, the fart would have smelled like Joy by Jean Patou*.

* Use Babel Fish to translate, if you are unable to read French.

4. If you found out that a girl you really like was a pron star, would you still consider her? Why?

Well, the keyword here is "was". What happened to the girl in the past is her business and I wouldn't be upset even if she kept it a secret from me. Each of us have our own skeletons in our closets. That privacy must be respected.

Frankly speaking, being a pron actress is merely making a living. Granted that the conservative society frowns on it. It must be said that this is a two-way street. There is a supply, only if there is a demand. If people are not watching pron, then where do all these actors/actresses get all these gigs?

Perhaps the only unnerving thing is that since these actresses are used to "well-endowed" and "high performance" guys, I am just afraid that I may fall short (no pun intended) of the mark.

5. If you're stranded in an island alone with Pamela Anderson, what would you do? Why?

Oh joy! The last thing I want is to be lonely. With her, at least there will be a companion to talk with and do stuff with. Besides, that would mean that I AM the last guy on earth. My chances are suddenly looking brighter by the minute.

BTW, has anybody seen her in her new sitcom "Stacked"? Not too shabby, if I may add. If only they are able to get rid of that fading barbed wire tattoo on her arm. It is beginning to look embarrassing.

The Official Interview Game Rules
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. Each person's will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

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1. a reader left...
Sunday, 29 May 2005 3:25 pm
Interview me!
BTW did Gabriel like his gift set and did Faith like her little doggie?

2. a reader left...
Sunday, 29 May 2005 6:31 pm
heh, hate to break it to ya but moi (aka Mystery Tan Lines) is also from ACS (in fact same year as Brown and Miyagi and one year older than Talking Cock Colin) :P
Mystery Tan Lines []
3. JayWalk left...
Sunday, 29 May 2005 9:37 pm
Sheena: Gabriel is too young to be aware of the toys but Faith is enjoying it on his behalf and her own doggie too! Thanks!

Here are your 5 questions:
1) What was the wildest thing that you have ever done?
2) What was your most embarrassing moment?
3) What was the funniest moment that you have encountered?
4) If you are granted one wish, what would it be?
5) What was the most romantic thing that any guy has ever done for you?
4. JayWalk left...
Sunday, 29 May 2005 9:38 pm
MTL: Another fellow Barker Road boy! Alright!!!
*hi five*
5. a reader left...
Wednesday, 1 June 2005 3:22 am
hah! very well thought of answers. Didn't know MysteryTanLines is a guy ...haha. Thanks for the interview - the easy one I mean.
6. a reader left...
Wednesday, 1 June 2005 3:23 am
oops, forgot one thing - I like your fart answers.. Joy by Jean Patou .. haha
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Wednesday, 1 June 2005 3:32 am
Anna: The pleasure's all mine. It was fun doing it.

Did you know that Joy was supposedly the costliest perfume in the world? But that was before Procter and Gamble bought the brand and cheapened it.

29 May 2005

Congrats To Liverpool

Thanks Pam for this picture that she emailed to me. It was damn funny!!

As much as I hate to admit, I was glad Liverpool won the European Champions League after coming back from 0-3 down.

Initially, I thought they were just going to win it ugly ala Greece in the European Championship 2004 by playing with 1 goalie and 10 defenders. Instead, they came alive in the second half with a barrage of 3 goals to take the game to extra time and then to the penalties, after falling behind in the first 45 minutes.

It was a performance that I applaud for a worthy adversary. Just when we thought they were all dead and buried, I tipped my hat to these guys for not giving up.

It was a well deserved win and I hope that Liverpool would get to defend their title next season. Also hopefully, they put in a better showing in their domestic fixtures as well.

Well done and my sincerest congratulations to the Scousers.

- Voxeros

28 May 2005

Helloooo Nurse!

For those who have been following my blog, you would have noticed that I was in and out of KK Hospital for the past 2 weeks. It got me thinking about the nurses whom we almost take for granted.

It came to me as a surprise of coincidence that MailOrderBride is involved in a Nurse-themed play, MeePokTah penned his tribute to them in his blog, while Cinthia is a student nurse with NYP (internship now at AH?).

Actually come to think of it, I was a male nurse medic during my secondary school and JC days but that would be another blog, another day.

Back in 2003, during the SARS crisis, we read about nurses and doctors being put in the front line. Lives were sadly lost and we paid tribute to those who had valiantly given up their lives just so that they can save ours. However, all these were done at an arm's length as the newspapers and media was as close as I got to them.

It wasn't until I stepped into the hospital myself for the birth of my son Gabriel, that I got into close contact with these tireless nightingales. My 72-hours stay at the hospital gave me first hand insight into the work that they do. I was most humbled in gratitude.

As I had mentioned in my earlier blog (Da Brat Is In Da House), it was certainly heart-warming to see them from all background, race and religion, working towards the same goal. To get Gabriel out.

Then it got me thinking. With all the racial hoo-hah going on in the blogosphere recently. We could all learn a lesson from what I had witnessed. We should all look up to these fine folks for they are truly what we know as One People, One Nation, One Singapore.

A slight digression here. I was glad that all of us from all sorts of background, had at least a common denominator that keeps us binded together. The language of English. Granted that not all are able to speak "proper" English, I feel that getting the point across outweighs any grammar and pronunciation accuracies. Screw them. Can understand, can liao.

On another note, here's an interesting thing that happened in KKH while I was there. I noticed a NYP Student Nurse doing her internship there. I am like bumping into her everywhere I go. The food court, the elevator, McDonald's, the car park. Didn't catch her name although, Cinthia (Cin: Are you reading this?) should be able to clue me in given that they were both from NYP. What really caught my attention (other than the fact that she quite the chio ) was that she drives a Jaguar and parks in the hospital at $8 a day.

It won't need a CPA to tell you that it would be an unhealthy "Profit & Loss Statement" for this young intern nurse. It was obvious that she comes from a wealthy family and I really do sincerely hope that she is answering a higher calling to undertake the sacred duty of Nursing. I really do.

Coming back to my original intention of writing this. The next time you chance upon a staff of the medical profession, make it a point to let that person know that you appreciate his/her dedication to his/her work.

- Voxeros

27 May 2005

My Two Sons

More shots of Gabriel as I kena complain by Leng that I take more photos of my godson Troy, than my own son.
Harlow! Please lah... Gabriel at this stage only need 2 photo can liao. Open Eyes. Close Eyes. Bor liao..... what other photos can I take of him when he is all bundled up and snoozing most of the time?

Seriously, Troy more fun to take photo lah. See below.

Ok lah... one more photo of Gabriel below. You happy now?

By the way, Troy's si beh lazy dad has finally gotten off his big ass and resume blogging about Troy. Click here to go over.

Question is how did we end up as each other's child(ren) God-Pa? I guess other than the fact that we vowed to take care of each other's child(ren) should either of us kick the bucket earlier than expected, we were to passed on both our legacies to our sons. Things like excelling in studies (Deek), sports (Me), gambling (Me), cars and bikes (Deek), boats (Me), dating nurses (Me), dating teachers (Deek), dating policewomen (Deek), dating dancers (Me)... and the list goes on and on but you get the picture.

- Voxeros

1. a reader left...
Friday, 27 May 2005 5:28 am
It's nice to see photos of Gabriel mah. We want to watch him grow up month by month. And damn, he really looks like you (a much cuter version).

Baby Troy is super cute too! He looks more like his mommy though.

2. JayWalk left...
Friday, 27 May 2005 8:17 am
Yeah... It will be difficult unless Singapore side can keep supplying the photos.

Hey, let's not forget about Faith too!
3. a reader left...
Friday, 27 May 2005 10:11 am
Gabriel looks cute. Not sure if it's like you though.
4. JayWalk left...
Friday, 27 May 2005 2:15 pm
Perhaps it is a bit difficult to tell as the features are still in the process of developing.
We see as time goes by, won't we?
5. a reader left...
Friday, 27 May 2005 4:22 pm
Ooooh, forgot to ask you whether Gabriel liked the gift set I got for him and whether Faith liked her little doggie.


26 May 2005

Pass The Musical Baton

I resisted very much to do the Musical Baton but alas, the bor liao instinct in me was too much to overcome. Yes, I am weak. Bite me.

Total volume of music files on my computer:
4.66GB - 1131 songs. Some housekeeping in order as I wondered how trash like Britney Spears and Coco Lee got inside.

The last CD I bought was:
Beautiful Tomorrow - Blue Six

Song playing right now:
Look For The Silver Lining - Chet Baker

Ten songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:
Kissing A Fool - George Michael
Crazy - Dave's True Story
Room At The Top - Adam Ant
Sweeter Love - Blue Six
3am Eternal - KLF
Question Of Lust - Depeche Mode
Don't Miss That Party Line - Bizz Nizz
Lessons In Love - Level 42
Baby I Don't Care - Transvision Vamp
Doin' The Do - Betty Boo

Ten albums I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:
Faith - George Michael
Sex Without Bodies - Dave's True Story
The Joshua Tree - U2
Version 2.0 - Garbage
Black Celebration - Depeche Mode
Kick - INXS
Time And Tide - Basia
Turn Back The Clock - Johnny Hates Jazz
Innocents - Erasure
Please - Pet Shop Boys

First vinyl I ever bought:
The Final Countdown (Single) - Europe

The only vinyl that is with me but not mine because friend who bought it does not have a turntable in his own home:
Looking For A New Love - Jody Watley

Five people to whom I'm passing the baton:Nobody since no one passed the baton to me. *sulk*

Image Credit:
- Voxeros

1. a reader left...
Friday, 27 May 2005 11:18 pm
can almost picture your sulky facial expression = identical to gabriel's.
2. JayWalk left...
Saturday, 28 May 2005 12:33 am
Very much like Gabe indeed!!

25 May 2005

Sick Again

I am back in Ch1na and I have fallen ill again. The sore throat, the dry cough, the back ache and most of all the temperature have all come back to haunt me.

Let me pose a question to the folks out there who are sports people or at least very active in sports. We hardly fall ill but when we do, we suffer twice as much as the average folk. True or false?

Perhaps, it was due to the fact that Mund, Chuan, Boon and I got caught in the rain in Bintan. We waited 3 hours for the rain to stop but it seemed that the clouds weren't letting up. Not wanting to waste the trip down, we decided to push on and play golf in the rain. It was quite funny during that time as we were so adamant to finish 18 holes that we literally played the last one in the dark. We could hardly see the ball and we were playing and running in our race again time for what ever daylight was left. I must say however, that the full moon helped quite a bit. Crazy golfers, we were, we are and we will always be.

Apologies to Belle if I couldn't answer your MSN yesterday. I was totally zonked.

Anyway, the trip back to Ch1na was a horrible one. I failed yet again in my attempt to sweet talk the agent into scoring an upgrade. Have I lost my touch? The only consolation was that I managed to persuade her to close both eyes over my excess luggage (quite a lot of excess, I must add). She gave me a knowing wink as she tagged my golf bag and my luggage full of Prima Taste pre-mixes. Had I been a playah, chao buaya and/or single, I would have asked for her number there and then. Alas, the vintage ol' me has past his prime liao.

The trip back has always been painful as it meant leaving home, family and friends yet again. This trip was lagi worse as I had to travel with a flu. It was definitely a low point there.

As soon as I touched down in Ch1na, the phones have been ringing incessantly. Mostly about idiots whom I need to bail out with my fire-fighting skills. I refused to take any phone calls today as I laid on my bed resting. I am so not looking forward to seeing how many missed calls I have on my cellphone. All of them can go eat shit and die.

I will feel better tomorrow when I get back to the office and chew a few people's heads off.

- Voxeros

1. a reader left...
Thursday, 26 May 2005 12:19 am
Get well fast sugar daddy! And I miss you miss you MISS MISS YOU!!!
2. JayWalk left...
Thursday, 26 May 2005 1:02 am
thanks. looking forward to my next trip back.

22 May 2005

Double Take At TodayOnline

Was checking up on TodayOnline when the date caught my attention.

Either I am reading very old news or I just got transported back in time.

Either I should ease up on the MSG in my food or I should go easy with the stiff drinks from now on.

- Voxeros

20 May 2005

Throw A Fucking Big Spanner

As if the new arrival of Gabriel wasn't hectic enough for the both of us, when some stoopid idiot (whom I shall not name) decided to show up with Faith in tow. Talk about a sudden gush of shit to the brain.

The very reason why we intentionally left Faith behind is that we knew that she wouldn't be able to adjust to the addition of a new sibling just so readily. So there we were faced with a packed car of 2 child seats and 3 adults. Now tell me where is the Confinement Maid going to sit? In the boot? Sorry but the boot is also full.

Faith is getting a bit out of control today by being a very difficult child. Throwing tantrums only to be rewarded by a smack from me. She has to learn that I do not tolerate nonsense and she has to learn it fast. She is so losing Brownie points from everybody right now.

Perhaps, why I am so worked up now in contrast to my usual easy going style is not so much of the stress of receiving a new born. That we can handle easily. What pushed my destruct button is the sheer inconsideration and stupidity.

ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I friggin' need a stiff drink. Looks like I won't be driving tonight

- Voxeros

1. a reader left...
Friday, 20 May 2005 2:45 pm
I can imagine, it's stressful being a new dad. It's probably difficult for Faith too, having to adjust with a new arrival. The un-named person is probably excited too, that's why.
2. a reader left...
Friday, 20 May 2005 2:54 pm
Relax man, let's go out and have your stiff drink tonight. You pay of course.
3. a reader left...
Saturday, 21 May 2005 12:23 am
Buy sweets, toys or other stuff for Faith once in a while. Say that Gabe bought for her one. Hope this will reduce the level of jealousy. Lancerlady and me learnt this 'trick' a little late. Now Lancerlad is ok when Lancerlady carries Lancerkid.

But if this trick backfires and doesn't work, don't blame me hor. :)
Lancerlord []
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Saturday, 21 May 2005 2:43 pm
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5. JayWalk left...
Saturday, 21 May 2005 5:03 pm
Anna: I feel much better now despite a throbbing headache in the morning.

Sheena: Drink stiff enough for you last night?

Lancerlord: We did that already. We "smuggled" a toy to the hospital so that we can bring back together with the baby and told Faith that it was from Gabe.

So far, Faith as been an angel as far as Gabe is concerned. She seems to want to help with the taking care of the baby. I guess, it's the kaypoh nature in her. :)

Ah 9: Thanks.

19 May 2005

Day 1 of Gabe's World

Not a great start to the day as Gabe had to be transfered to the Special Care Nursery for monitoring. Something about irregularity of breathing and they needed the specialised equipment to observe him.

As worrisome as it may sound, I doubt if there is any cause for alarm as I think the people at KKH are just taking the necessary precautions. Besides, if we can be discharge today, how bad can it be?

After 3 nights of back-breaking sleeping on the bladdy recliner, I am sure glad to be checking out today. It will be a full day of errands fetching the confinement maid over, picking up the new laptop, among other stuff.

Come nightfall, I will need that much needed break after settling mother and child down back home. Velvet or Eskibar, anyone?

- Voxeros

1. a reader left...
Friday, 20 May 2005 2:47 pm
Gab's cute. Can't quite tell who he looks like.
2. JayWalk left...
Saturday, 21 May 2005 5:00 pm
He's got my upper lip. That's all I can see for now...

18 May 2005

Da Brat Is In Da House

We reached due date today and the baby still didn't seem to want to come out. Given that my time in Singapore was severely limited, it was decided that we should checked into the hospital and proceed with induction to get the baby out. No late check-out for you, Gabriel!

We got to the hospital at 1am this morning and the induction process was started at 2. Then it's off the sleep for the both of us with periodic checks by the nurses in between. I was just too tired (having played golf, dropping off a couple of books at Belle's place and dinner at Les' home), that I slept through it all. Woke up at around 10am only to realised that it still wasn't time yet. So we decided to just hang around reading the papers and chatting the morning away.

Wifey was moved to the delivery suite at noon and epidural was applied at 12.57pm. We continue to yak away to kill time and it kinda took her mind off the contractions. It wasn't for the fact that the midwife came over to check on wifey that she realised that the baby was already crowning. We were so engrossed in chit chatting that we didn't even notice the baby's about to pop. Then there was a mad rush to page for the doctor and I must say that I was very impressed with everyone at KK Hospital. There, I saw our gynae (Chinese), another doctor (Indian), senior staff nurse (Chinese) and midwife (Malay) all working seamlessly together as a team. With all the recent talks about racial issues on the blogosphere, I was glad, for a change, to witness how these Singaporeans were working together as "One United People".

The pushing starts at 3pm exactly and by 3:10pm, the baby was out. It seemed almost effortless as we calmly delivered our baby boy, coming in at 3.3kg. Mom-in-law was kan cheong like spider to know how much that was in pounds.

Curiously, I asked the purpose of her query.

"To buy 4D." she replied. I should have known. *face palm*

In all, we thank the Lord for a safe delivery and we also like to thank everybody at KK Hospital for an excellent job well done.

- Voxeros

1. a reader left...
Thursday, 19 May 2005 2:37 pm
What a smooth delivery! Congrats!

2. a reader left...
Thursday, 19 May 2005 2:50 pm
Congrats, sugar daddy. Pop comes Gabriel from the toaster oven! =D

3. a reader left...
Thursday, 19 May 2005 4:23 pm
hey, congrats. Lots of love for ur baby.

4. a reader left...
Thursday, 19 May 2005 8:18 pm
Jaywalk, CONGRATULATIONS man! Can't wait to see the pictures sheena will take of your baby...Hope you're er enjoying singapore!1

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Friday, 20 May 2005 11:20 am
Hey everybody,
Thanks for the well wishes!
Glad to be finally out of the hospital after 3 nights of back-breaking sleep on the bladdy recliner.

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Friday, 20 May 2005 6:41 pm
Congrats on Gabe! Now you can join me in having twice as little sleep! Bwahahahahahaha!

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Saturday, 21 May 2005 1:01 am
congrats to adding another bundle of joy. honestly seeing the 10 min pushing time, it kinda ease the fear of delivery for us ladies in the future.
say hi to gabriel for us. :D

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Saturday, 21 May 2005 4:59 pm
mb: Thanks. Sleep will indeed become a rare luxury from now on.
whateverstreet: The first baby will always be more difficult for the ladies. Subsequent deliveries will be a lot easier.

17 May 2005

The Bubbly Sheena

Met up with Sheena last Friday night but resisted blogging about it until now. Had to see what "damning" stuff she wrote on her blog as this little darling can get pretty carried away with her imagination. Better wait for her piece to show up before I can formulate an appropriate response to redeem myself from the gallows. Anyway her blog was out. Phew! Not as bad as I was preparing for.

Got a call from her on Friday evening when I was having dinner at Corduroy&Finch. I needed some time to think about how to get out of dinner, in order to meet up and so I asked to call her back later to confirm.

On a side note, the restaurant SUCKED. The parking SUCKED. The menu SUCKED. Food was so-so but I would rate it as SUCKED, based on how much the prices were. The only consolation were the waitress who were at the top of their game but their male counterparts were a bunch of BUMBLING IDIOTS. 5 people and we racked up almost $230 when all we had were 3 burgers and 2 goulashes. I would have been happy paying the bill if the food was worth the money. But sadly, it was down the drain siah.... We could have stayed on for coffee and dessert but we thought we have enough punishment for the day liao.

Note to self: NEVER EVER believe what the papers say. --> Review of the restaurant. <-- LOAD OF BULL!!

Anyway, made it to Holland V just before 11pm and there she was with Ivy. Quite jam leh (you'll have to be old enough to understand "jam") but too bad, she had to leave early. Oh well, another time perhaps.

So there we were sitting outside chatting and stoning with our drinks and smokes. "Chilling" would have been an inaccurate term given that the stupid weather was so friggin' warm that night. Boy, did we have a great time talking kok for she was quite the livewire to talk to. We had to leave the Holland V shortly after coz the stupid valet said that all cars must leave before 12:30am. So we started cruising the streets for an alternative place. She, being the local and me the tourist, was actually more lost than I. *face palm*

Natural instinct was to find a cosy place to chill (read: air con!!) but somehow we gravitated towards Mohd Sultan which proved to be a dumb move as we could hardly hear ourselves talking with the music pumping at full decibels. Did I mention that we were still in the car?

We then moved on to Orchard and spotted the ideal place. Dubliner. Cozy, quiet and Kilkenny! Only snag was that we couldn't find the entrance to the building's car park. *Lagi face palm*.

In the end, we ended up at Cuppage at this little jazz pub owned by a friend of a friend, which turned out to be a good decision as it was quite empty by the time we got there.

We had the whole bar counter to ourselves as I went slow with my Barca&T while she went crazy with all the funny funny drinks. "Lamb Chops" the bar-keep gave me the wierd look only to receive a shrug of the shoulders from me as I chastised him with my dagger-stare for being a busybody. "What Sheena wants, Sheena gets. Don't ask so many questions!" (as long as it did not involve a) iPod, b) iBook, c) diamond ring and d) all or any of the above).

But the last drink, the Blue Lagoon, was where I drew the line (read: Harpic Toilet Water). Wah lau eh!

The chatting went on till 2+ am before it was decided that we should call it a day and head home.

Met up again Monday night at Fong Seng. Was originally at Prata Cafe, next to NIE but alas, Deek and I both agreed that the "scenery" there was terrible and so we migrated to NUS side, picking up Sheena along the way.

Andy dropped by later and we met for the first time. They looked such a cute couple! My first impression of Andy was that he's a good lad who is down-to-earth. More importantly, he adores and worships the ground Sheena walks on. Andy also one kind of a funny guy, and we hit it off quite well, despite our age-gap (ouch!).

We definitely have to meet up again.

- Voxeros

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Tuesday, 17 May 2005 1:53 am
I'll tell Ivy you think she's jam! She might be disgusted though: "Wah lau, that lau ah pek think I jam ah?" LOL~~~~~

Thank you very much for tonight though. Wouldn't even have gone home at all if you hadn't rushed down. Sorry sugar daddy! Help me thank Derek too.

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Tuesday, 17 May 2005 1:55 am
Sounds like a great meeting. I-dog? That's cute! What's jam?
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Tuesday, 17 May 2005 2:00 am
Sheena & Anna: I think you two and I got generation gap. Jam = Jude = Chio = Buay Pai Kuar. Got it?

Sheena: How can she call me Ah Pek? How old is she btw?
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Tuesday, 17 May 2005 4:36 pm
She's only 25, you paedophile. Hands off my friend!
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Tuesday, 17 May 2005 9:09 pm
Paedophile your head lah... like you said, she 25 liao....
Scold me hor... next time I don't provide "bee boo bee boo" ambulance service for you liao hor..
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Tuesday, 17 May 2005 11:13 pm
Actually, 8 years age gap is nothing, don't you think?

16 May 2005

Lagi More Sexyblogger

Was at a Jil's Birthday party when I caught this priceless shot of her doing the sexyblogger.

Quicklink: Dad's sexyblogger shot.

Warning: Scary one. So be mentally prepared before clicking.

- Voxeros

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Monday, 16 May 2005 3:43 pm
Hah, definitely 100% chop stamp guarantee plus warranty looks better than you. =p I see all her good looks come from her mum! (Lucky for her siah.)
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Monday, 16 May 2005 5:47 pm
TMD..... -_-"
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Tuesday, 17 May 2005 1:49 am
I thought so too

15 May 2005

Sunday With The Kids

This is Troy. My godson and we were in church this morning. Today, in Sunday school, they were making elephant head-dresses. From the look of it, perhaps Troy's head-dress is stapled a wee bit too tight which probably explains the "headache" look.

"Arrgghhh". Isn't Troy simply adorable with his "gong gong" look? (Just like his dad.... )

Looks like Sunday morning was a bit too much for him as he konked out while we were having lunch at Cafe Les Amis in the Botanical Gardens.

Faith, on the other hand, was a bundle of energy running all over the place chasing after the birds. It's nice to be spending the Sunday with the kids.

It's off to Jil's birthday party in the afternoon and here's Faith enjoying the birthday cake on her own. Granted that she would be a mess with cake all over her, we figured it is better that way so that she will learn to eat independently instead of relying on people to feed her.

It's time to head home from the party and she was getting a little crabby from missing her afternoon nap. We went to the supermarket on our way home to pick up some groceries and here's Faith doing her part to help out at the checkout. Everyone was amused to see Faith inside the cart and diligently loading the groceries from the cart onto the checkout station, all by herself.

It made my day as a proud daddy. *beams*

- Voxeros

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Sunday, 15 May 2005 11:06 pm
You should see my son's gong gong look. Lancerlad is also like Faith. He does the same whenever at the checkout counter. Like to help but also quite kay poh.
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Monday, 16 May 2005 2:17 am
Where is the supermarket photo of Lancerlad?
Show leh.....

13 May 2005

The Polar Bear Dog


This is Nanook. The name is the same as the Polar Bear* in the zoo. Why named after a polar bear is beyond me. You will have to ask the owners themselves.

I have seen this dog grow up since he was just a puppy. With a blink of an eye, he is an old man liao. 7 years old which is something like 49 in human years.

I visited him last evening and gone are the charge and pounce over you. Instead, it was a elderly gentleman's stroll to meet you. Even the wagging of the tail also not as vigorous anymore.

This is my favourite dog other than the one in Ch1na. Very good temper and I would feel safe letting small kids play with him. I like the relak-jack air about this dog.

I remembered as if it was yesterday when he was just a pup. The funniest incident would be the time where the weather was so hot that he decided to just sit in the shallow Koi pond to cool off. As he was a big dog even as a pup, the depth of the pond was just right as the water level was just below his chin. We were so amused by it initially, until the vet bill arrived. Nanook kena ear infection from the pond water.

Fortunately, the Koi fishes in the pond weren't the $30,000-a-piece type of competition-grade Koi. So no alarm were raised there. Just a lot of dog fur clogging up the filtration system.

Glad to see you again, old friend.

This should be easy to guess the pedigree. Any takers?

* Do you know that there are no polar bears in the South Pole, while there are no penguins in the North Pole?

- Voxeros

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Friday, 13 May 2005 12:10 pm
Is that you with the dog?

2. JayWalk left...
Friday, 13 May 2005 1:59 pm
Yeah, but the camera-shy me decided to stay off the spotlight and let the dog has its day.

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Friday, 13 May 2005 2:14 pm
I want to see the camera-shy you.

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Friday, 13 May 2005 2:16 pm
Well, you're not exactly out in the open these days yourself, are you? ~LOL :P

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Friday, 13 May 2005 8:02 pm
dog is cute. Hee.

12 May 2005

Homecoming - The Journey In Pictures

As some of you are aware. I am home. The first day was just too busy to get online with the numerous backlogged errands to run. With Faith, so excited to see me, there is hardly enough quiet time to sit down and blog stuff.

Hence the apologies for posting this even when I am home 2 days already.

I guess it's the euphoria of seeing a long lost friend returning , the calls never stopped ringing for the first day and a half. Ahh... at last, some time to myself and I lugged my laptop out of the house.

But where? Being the tourist that I am now, I don't really know where would be a good place to have a  laptop without the establishment chasing you out with a broom. Next, there is also the question of free wifi. McDonald's? Finally decided to settle down at NYDC at Holland Village but I am sure the parking coupons will be costing me an arm and a leg.

Note to self: Do not under estimate the volume of the elephancino with respect to your bladder size. Cross and Crunch. Cross and Crunch.

Enough of talk already. Let's go with the slide show!

It's a wet day today and I was lucky to find an empty highway to travel on. If one car were to suay suay skidded off, causing an accident (I see about 1 on average, each day), I can forget about going home liao and turn around, back to the office, for I will not make to the ferry terminal on time.

Fortunately, Lady Luck and the WeatherMan both smiled on me that day and it was a smooth journey.

No luck with the Check-in Agent though as I failed in my attempt to sweet-talk her into scoring an upgrade to Business Class. Bah Humbug! Better luck next time.

Still, it is my favourite airline where the people from front-line to back-room, all treat me pretty well. That, in contrast to a certain airline who treats you depending on your skin colour, despite being the BESTEST airline in the world.... Who ah? Who ah?

That's my ride over there, the Boeing 772. Personally, I perfer the Airbuses over Boeings anytime, with the exception of the 744s and 742s where the upper deck houses my most sought-after peace and quiet on long-haul flights.

I kinda felt bad putting this picture up but the socks are just too hard for me to resist. I must say I am getting quite good at taking snaps with stealth or the shoe would be flying in my direction and fast! Duck!

And no. The legs do not belong to Michael Jackson. He is in California undergoing the trial, remember?

"Sir, would you like chicken or beef?"

My answer is always the same. No.

I don't eat on my home-bound flight. I mean let's think about it. I land at 6pm, why would I want to spoil my appetite with airline food? No offence to Cathay Pacific, for their food is actually quite yummy but face it, the hawker fare back home will always be better-er.

I believe many others on my flight thinks that same as I do but I supposed they go ahead and eat due to sheer boredom.

This is my poison of choice. Barcardi & Tonic. It is not your usual G&T or Rum&Coke. It's Barcardi and Tonic. Very nice drink but not too heavy to the extend of leaving the plane in handcuffs. ~LOL.

Straight to makan upon landing as my buds took me to Charlie's Corner at Changi Village. Now tell me, can the lowly coney dog beat any First Class cabin cuisine on any airline. I'd say it with a resounding, "HELL, YEAH!"

One of my favourite places on the island. I do miss the old days when they had little table and chairs (stolen from nearby kindergarten?) and a huge flashlight to blind you into submission i.e. come get your own food from the counter.

I used to get a big kick bringing my ang moh friends to Charlie's and see them sit in the tiny chairs with the knees touching their ears. Muahahaha......

And finally to see my little princess with her new toy that I brought back. As I stepped into the door, she hollered my name instead of the usual "Daddy" or "Papa". Kinda reminded me of The Simpsons where Bart never call his old man "Dad". For some strange reason Bart finds saying "David Hasselhoff" easier than "Dad", which is why Homer is always throttling Bart. D'OH!

Coming home is like a pirate returning with the booty as the little princess is all excitied with the treasure chest that I lugged in aka my luggage, which is about right since there is really nothing in there except for her toys and some prezzies for my friends. *winks to Sheena, Ed, Deek, Les*

Daddy's home.

- Voxeros

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Thursday, 12 May 2005 5:19 pm
Awww...sweet. :)
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2. a reader left...
Friday, 13 May 2005 4:17 am
oh! What a sweet homecoming! Faith is a charmer.
3. JayWalk left...
Friday, 13 May 2005 11:10 am
Ah 9 & Smayer(!): When she grows up, I am going to worry about all the hearts that she will be breaking. sigh....
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Friday, 13 May 2005 12:12 pm
why (!) next to my profile name?
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Friday, 13 May 2005 2:00 pm
smayer = Susan Mayer from Desperate Housewives!
You are like the mystery woman of a thousand identities. Hence the (!).

10 May 2005

Chicago Hope, ER & Scrubs - Ch1nese Style

"HONG KONG - MORE than 10,000 people, mostly children, suffered from flu symptoms as an outbreak hit southern China during the week-long Labour Day holiday, a Hong Kong newspaper reported...." $traits Time$ dated 10 May 2005.

So that's where the flu bug came from and I had to have the unfortunate luck to catch it just before I am about to fly home.

For a person who absolutely detest going to the hospital in Ch1na, I had no choice but to go this time. Knowing that the airports will be on high alert for passengers coming in from Ch1na/HongKong, I can't risk being a 50-50 case. As such, I lan lan had to go see doctor and get myself pumped with anti-biotics jialat jialat until high high. Take no prisoners.

Frankly, I have no qualms about the doctors there. In fact, I know some of them on a personal level. Granted that the building is in run-down condition, granted that the nurses' uniform are no longer white but yellowish grey, granted that doctors have to dip their pens in the ink wells (do you even know what an ink well is?) while writing your diagnosis/prescription, granted that it is not surprising to see flies all over and the occasional rat scuttling across, many lives were made better by this modest facility and their team of dedicated staff.

So there I was, outside the doctor's office. It was swamped with people inside leaving me no choice but to holler over the other patients' heads for the doctor's attention. In return, I have this thermometer passed along the mob to me, asking me to self-administer my own temperature-taking first. For some strange reason, it was a huge thermometer, machiam like those that you used in the chemistry labs. Without asking much, I obediently put it under my armpit. 2 minutes passed and the doctor's still not ready to see me. Feeling bored, I decided to just take out the thermometer to have a peek.

"Eh? How come no reading?" I muttered to myself, only to discovered that owing to the length of the oversized thermometer, I absent-minded placed it too far in, resulting in the thermometer bulb sticking out from the back of my armpit. Lucky never kena found out or else malu until die. So more in front of so many people.

My time with the doctor was short and brief, machiam like she has seen this a million times that day already. Then came the question about my drug allergy.

"Brufen." I replied.

"What?" asked the doctor.

"Er... Bu Lu Fen?" as I tried to make it sound Ch1nese.

"What? Fen?" asked the doctor again.

"Hong Kan" was the 2 words that immediately entered my mind. She said that it would be either one or the other as far as the medication of choice is for me and she said she is going to take a 50-50 gamble on me. At most allergic reaction only, she coolly replied. (!)

So I took her prescription to the dispensary and got myself a bottle of medicated drip to proceed to the "Drip Lounge".

The station nurse at the "drip lounge" would do the usual procedure of hanging the drips, inserting the needle, blah blah blah....

I will continue the rest of the adventure in pictorial form.

"Business" very good today as we had a full house. Weekday afternoon some more? I wonder if they have Ladies' Nite or not har?

I tell you, dim the lights and replace the flourescent with some mood lighting, pump in chillin' acid jazz and replace drip with alcohol, and voila! We have a happening night spot in our hands!

Noticed the little boy in the far end? I will talk about him later.

One thing about Ch1nese hospitals. They LURRRRRVE to administer drip to everybody for every occasion. Pneumonia --> Drip. Severed leg --> Drip. Fever --> Drip. Dehydration --> Drip. Chipped fingernail --> Drip.

Though I was prescribed only 1 bottle, I ended up with two. 1-for-1 happy hour?

Noticed the yellow tinge on the first (connected) bottle, that the one with the medication. First the entry point on my hand started to itch with redness and then the itch and redness traveled in a line up along my vein. It wasn't long (about half a bottle gone already!) that they realised that I was allergic to the medication (REALLY? I hadn't noticed!!). My right arm swelled machiam like Incredible Hulk, except that Bruce Banner's was a menacing green while mine was an embarrassing patchy red (and itchy).

See this little boy? Apparently our friend here drip halfway then kena high tide. But with the drip stuck high up on the rack, there is really nothing that he could do. It must have been really bad for him, for he finally decided to just grab the dustbin in front of him and yanked down his pants.

Alas, there were too many people watching him and our friend just couldn't "perform". Grudgingly and embarrassingly, he pulled up his pants again.

It was a pity I was slow whipping out my camera but bor pian leh with one-hand-operation, how to be fast? Furthermore, I had to be discrete. Alas, this shot was as close as I could get.

Man, I was in stitches trying hard to silence my laughter.

Then it came. Call it retribution. Call it karma. I also kena high tide. Siao Liao. Even if I was able to bring the drip along with me ala Statue Of Liberty, I can't really do much with only 1 hand, can I?

"Eh... Miss? Can't help take it out?"

"Eh... Miss? I really really need a tap tap right about now."

Dream On! Don't mess with women who have access to scalpels and other sharp metallic objects within arm's reach. Cross and Crunch it shall be, right till the end of the drip.

- Voxeros

1. a reader left...
Wednesday, 11 May 2005 11:20 am
no male nurse?
2. JayWalk left...
Wednesday, 11 May 2005 10:28 pm
Yah... come to think of it, you're right. I didn't recall seeing any male nurse at all in that hospital.

08 May 2005

The Queen & I - Part II

... Continuing from The Queen & I - Part I.

The rest of the partying was a blur recollection at best. I had no idea how I ended up lying on the street right outside Chaplin's, with the pavement as my make-shift pillow. I did, however, remembered a couple of policemen coming over to check on me. I also remembered her coming over shortly after. Not exactly the image that I wanted to project but alas it was too late for me to just rolled myself into the longkang behind. I guessed my only consolation was that my shirt and pants were still intact.... and oh yes... I also remembered she was wearing pants (not skirt) when she hovered over my limp drunken corpse.

One month later, I was at Chinoiserie (where Grand Hyatt's Mezza9 now occupies). It was the last Friday of the month i.e. Madhatter's Night. $25 cover for 6 drinks if you were wearing a hat. And there she was again with Wing. And yes, she remembered me but for the wrong reasons though. Still, I told myself that it beats not being remembered at all. This time round the group was smaller and so we had the chance to talk and gotten to know each other. Embarrassingly, that was the first time I caught and remembered her name. I got her number that night and called her a couple of days later. It took quite a few phone calls and emails before I gathered enough courage to ask her out. (I found out after we married, that she was getting impatient with me then!)

I took her out to sea for the weekend and anchored off the far side of Pulau Ubin for the night. We talked through the night on the boat while the rest of the people retired to the kelong. It was a memorable night. Just she and I, the moon above us and the gentle waves lapping below. Just chatting the night away.

We went out for a while more before we were together as a couple. 3 years later, we were married.

When we told everybody that we were going to get married, the news didn't go too down well with my friends, for they all expected me to be the last one to sign on the dotted line. Everybody jaw dropped, "knowing my type", unquote. Wah raoz.....

I kena many "can-I-talk-to-you-in-private" sessions with my close buds. The question was always the same. "You knocked her up, didn't you?" Bladdy heow......

Well, I proved them all wrong for we had Faith, 5 years later. Hah!

Though what my friends say were partly true (the good parts!), marriage then was a surprise even to myself. However, deep inside, I know she was the right one and it may just be a one-off window of opportunity that may never return again. Carpé Diem. I followed my heart.

If I were to describe her in one word, it would be "Independent". Strong woman that she is, that isn't "super-glue" type, like some of my ex-es. Everything also handle swee swee. Do not mistake this as she mothering me but rather we were both able to do more together as a partnership.

However, this independent thingie did take me some time to adjust to. It started with...

Chuan: Eh, Is anyone bringing curry chicken to the potluck at your place? If not, then I am going to.

Me: Huh? There is potluck dinner at MY place tonight?

Chuan: Er... yeah.

Me: What time?

Chuan: Er... 7pm.

Me: Ok, thanks. I will be there.

... and then it evolved into something like this...

Deek: Hey, did you know that... oh wait... nevermind... you only sleep there one. By the way, dinner at your place tomorrow at 7pm. Don't be late.

Me: Ok. Thanks.

I am actually fine with it now. It's like the Captain giving the control of the plane to the auto-pilot so that he can go do something else. In a way, it was a kind of freedom. Very refreshingly liberating.

These couple of years have been tough on us as I am based overseas while the wife had to single-handedly take care of Faith during the first year. It'll be the cycle all over again when Gabriel arrives, and even more challenging for her to juggle the two kids at the same time while I can offer little help or presence. However, the end of the tunnel is near as they should be moving over in Spring next year.

Anyway, thanks for everything, dear. Happy Mother's Day and I'll see you in 2 days.

- Voxeros

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Tuesday, 10 May 2005 1:21 am
Haha, so not a shotgun marriage huh....
That was a romantic story. Did she read it?
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Tuesday, 10 May 2005 2:18 am
No bun in the oven.
I'm not sure if she read it. I will just leave it up to fate.

05 May 2005

Farewell, Auntie

Just heard the news from my other "daughter" that her mom had passed on.

Lung cancer took her and the ironic thing is that she wasn't a smoker. However, we suspect it could have been the cumulative years of inhaling second-hand smoke, given that her husband was one.

These past few months has been hard on both auntie and her. While it was sad to be losing someone dear, it was also a relief that the ordeal was finally over and the suffering no more.

My condolences, my dear.

- Voxeros

04 May 2005

My Sulking Dog

Summer is approaching as the mercury is steadily rising to the 30s (Celsius) with wet weather peppered often in between.

And so it's time for the doggie's half-yearly haircut.

We shave the dog all the way last summer and we thought perhaps this time round, we just shave the body, leaving the fluffy head and tail intact.

Boy, is the dog NOT HAPPY about it!

He spent the past 3 days sulking in one corner refusing to come out to play.

Probably feels naked and embarrassed to come out to the open. Either that or really seething mad with the bad job that his "stylist" has done. Oh the shame!

Before haircut: Throws the tennis ball...

Doggie: Arf! Arf! Arf!... scamper, scamper scamper... got the ball... grrr... flings the ball... Arf! Arf! Arf!... scamper, scamper, scamper...

After haircut: Throws the tennis ball...

Doggie: *sulk*

Well, after 3 days and lots of bribing of apples, he is in a good mood today. Even let me take a picture of him.

Now, can anyone guess the dog's pedigree given that he is now in disguise (or rather the lack of)?

- Voxeros

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Wednesday, 4 May 2005 4:56 pm
Errm, a shih-tzu? Or a maltese? My dog doesn't really oppose to the shaving part if there's incentive such as food.

He doesn't really notice that the neighbours are laughing at him so I guess he's pretty much ok.

2. JayWalk left...
Wednesday, 4 May 2005 5:37 pm
No and no.
I will not reveal the answer just yet. Let's wait for more guesses.

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Thursday, 5 May 2005 3:21 am
You keep a dog in China? You have time for that?

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Thursday, 5 May 2005 5:15 am
The dog stays with my cousin at the factory. I spend time with the dog everyday at lunch.

I like small dogs. Easier to handle and have been having them since young. From Pomeranians to Beagles to a mutt that I picked up off the golf course at SICC.

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Thursday, 5 May 2005 12:49 pm

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Thursday, 5 May 2005 6:56 pm
Whateverstreet: Well done! You are absolutely spot on. How did you guess? Do you have a pekingnese too?

If only I have a prize for the correct winner. :P

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Friday, 6 May 2005 3:02 pm
Oh he's BEAUTIFUL!!!

I love dogs, and the Pekingese is my 2nd fave breed after the Shih-Tzu. But my mum is mortally afraid of them, so... *sobs*


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Saturday, 7 May 2005 2:35 am
As long as it's a toy dog, I like. The only big dog that I like is the Golden Retriever. Good temperament, excellent with kids.
Perhaps, my next dog would be the Jack Russell? hmm...

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Saturday, 7 May 2005 2:36 am
Jaywalk: actually i only know some breeds of dogs, just so happened pekingese is one of them. :p

merenwen: i wanted to have a cat too, but my mum had threatened if i bring home a cat, i'm sleeping with the cat outside......hai, just had to make do with a least it's also a bundle(small) of about getting a hamster?


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Saturday, 7 May 2005 1:20 pm
I used to have a cat when I was in camp during my NS and in the hostel during my Uni days.

They can be very affectionate at times but other times, they can be gone for days. Sometimes you wondered if they are ever returning.

Dogs are more fun, in my opinion. More "interactive".

03 May 2005

The Queen & I - Part I

7 more days and I will be back in Singapore, awaiting in anticipation, the arrival of our second child. Another milestone in our lives.

Looking back... hmm... it's been 8 years since I signed for the old ball-and-chain. How time flies...

However, dating to the First Encounter would have been much further back as I try to recollect here.

I believe it was the July of 1991 when NUS Bizad had their talentime as part of their freshmen orientation. I was in NS then, a time when all our starry-eyed freshie girlfriends all kena potong jalan by their seniors. haiz.... Sparkling-teethed and hunky against the rest of us army boys, stuck in camp, all sweaty and grimy, but I digress...

So, if I was in NS, what was I doing in NUS then? Well, I was a part-time roadie with an events company was assigned to cover the talentime. A roadie at that time was a good job for me. It was good money and more importantly, it provided good opportunities to chat up the babes, be it the undergrads during campus events or table-servers during companies dinner & dance. Heh heh...

She was part of the organising sub-committee and that's how I met her for the first time. Nothing came out from it as there was no opportunity to make contact. We didn't even get to know each other's name. We only remembered seeing each other before when we bumped into each other a few years later.

And that would be 1994 and I was in Uni. Back then, my usual week would go like this:- Monday and Tuesday were school days as I cramped all my lectures and tutorials into a 2-day timetable. The rest of Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays were spent either goofing off studying or engaging in ECAs during the day and partying studying or engaging in ECAs at night. Saturdays were spent chillin' (read: hangover) while it's out at sea for me on Sundays. I guess you can tell by now, that I wasn't exactly your scholar material.. heh heh...

That one fateful Thursday in the month of June, was the day after my birthday and according to my "social calendar", it was Chaplin's Day. My fellow "Knights Of Drinkalot" (Kay, Hong, Ah-Duh and I) shared a cab down from campus to Holland Village, to meet the rest of the "whole jing gang". I was presented, as a birthday gift, with a hip flask of Chivas which was curved and fits nicely into my back pocket. Being the cheapo students that we were, I tucked out my shirt and smuggled the the bottle in to avoid paying for corkage. We sailed in smoothly under the radar.

That's where I met her again. She came along with another friend of mine, Wing. So the usual "Hello, nice-to-meet-you, by-the-way-happy-birthday...." went about for a couple of minutes before I was lured away to other parts of the jing gang.

Below is an approximate transcript of a bunch of typical alcoholic blokes' conversation:

Hong: Oi... got the jug of Long Island.

Kay: What do we do with the Chivas?

Me: Ok, everybody take a big swig of the Long Island to make space for the Chivas.

Glug... Glug... Glug...

Me taking another swig after emptying the bottle: *Wheeze* can't taste *wheeze* the long island anymore!

Ah-Duh: So how?

Kay: Too much whiskey. Let's get another jug and we do Long Island Teh Tarik.

Minutes later, second jug arrives.

Me taking another swig after performing the teh tarik ritual to the delight of the people around us: *hack* *cough* still no Long Island taste!

Hong: One more jug!

After 4 jugs of Long Island Teh Tarik, we finally got it right.

Ah-Duh: Eh, there is 4 of us and 4 jugs...

Me: Down periscope! Dive! Dive! Dive!

Quick Link to The Queen & I - Part II.
- Voxeros

1. a reader left...
Wednesday, 4 May 2005 7:16 am
8 years? that long already
2. JayWalk left...
Wednesday, 4 May 2005 12:54 pm
Yeah.... time flies when you aren't paying too much attention to it.

Thinking back, a lot of stuff that you thought was recent were quite some time ago. Like when you graduated from college, when you got out of NS.

Thinking back, this would be my 20th year with the same lady who gives me my haircut. wow.
Note to self: Must go back to thank her for the 20 years.

Where Is Bubblemunche?

Strangely, Bubblemunche has gone off-line in a puff of smoke. Anyone know what happened?

- Voxeros

1. a reader left...
Wednesday, 4 May 2005 12:00 am
I just noticed. What happened?
2. JayWalk left...
Wednesday, 4 May 2005 12:15 am
I haven't the faintest clue.
I was hoping somebody tell me.
3. a reader left...
Thursday, 5 May 2005 3:13 pm
from his site

Dear all,
I wanted to end this blog with that simple 'I'm sorry', but I figured I owe at least an explanation to everyone who has supported this blog in one way or the other.

The reason why I decided to terminate this blog is because the original reason for its creation and existence, is now gone. There is no point for me in continuing blogging anymore.

I'm sorry for letting everybody down, but I hope you can understand that this is something I have to do.

Regrets, Bubblemunche

4. JayWalk left...
Thursday, 5 May 2005 6:54 pm
Yeah. I saw that too.
Still, I think there's more than meets the eye...
Well, trust me to be a sucker for conspiracy theories.
5. a reader left...
Saturday, 7 May 2005 4:24 am
heh, me too. was hoping it was some kinda faux pas but ~_~

6. JayWalk left...
Saturday, 7 May 2005 12:19 pm
Dunno leh.... on one hand, I hope that it is a hoax meaning that we will still have bubblemunche to read from hereon now.

On the other hand, I would be pretty pissed if this was merely a publicity stunt.

01 May 2005

Extreme Golf Weekend

How do I get to where I was this morning? Let's do a flashback to the beginning of this week.

Good buddy of mine, Les, came up to Hong Kong for his regular regional meetings. As per SOP, he will bring his golf clubs along and pop by my place for a weekend of golfing before heading back to Singapore. This particular weekend was lagi best because of the Labour Day long weekend.

The day that he checked into the airport hotel, I gave him a call to say hello. Like all hotels in a strange unfamiliar land (like those that we stayed during our R&R after our NS/Reservist training in Taiwan), I donned my Taiwanese accent and went, "先生,要不要小姐?" 

I was immediately greeted with loud gaffaws over at the other end of the line. Ahh... the good old days, hor? *wink wink nudge nudge*

Anyway, it was just a short phone call as I just wanted to make arrangements for his golf barang-barang to be transported to my side ahead of him, so that he don't have to struggle with it while traveling. I good brudder or what??

So Les finally showed up on Friday night and was immediately whisked away to dinner and the drinking to follow till about 2.30am. We lost count as to how many bottles of wine and whiskey we had that night, I only remembered that it was non-stop. I wonder where all the booze come from coz I don't recall paying? Hmm... It was only Day 00.

Given that he was in a drunken state of stupor, I decided to let him sleep-in the next morning as I headed to work. With only the maid and him in the house, I wondered if my maid got rape wake him while I was gone. Hmm... Will have to ask the maid when I get the chance.

We joined up later at lunch time and let the "Jay vs Les Face-Off" begin! It was pretty one-sided as I took Game 1 with a skull crushing score of 8-UP. (In the 18 holes, I won 9, he won 1, while we squared the remainder 8). My uncle, who was with us, had a side bet with Les, going by the rules of 1-cup-per-stroke. Essentially, the loser will have to drink a cup (per stroke difference) of anything. Be it water, wine, liquor, tea, soda pop... anything as long as it is 1 cup per stroke. Les lost by a grand margin of 17. Les was confirmed Hong Kan that night...

Well, where credit is due, Les honoured his bet by downing whiskey-on-the-rocks. Was it all 17? Hell yeah... and more, but who's counting?

We stumbled back at about 3am only to find the front door latched from inside.... siao liao... So off we go, stumbling around the house trying to locate the maid's bedroom window to wake her up. For what I thought was gentle knocking on her window, I must have, with the alcohol fueling all my muscle groups, been pounding on it instead. Boy, was she not happy to see us. Oops.

By the time, I finished brushing my teeth, the alcohol was totally burned off and I became totally sober and wide awake at 4am. Great... just friggin' great.

Hmm... let me fire up the instant messengers and see if there is anybody to kacheow? Nope. No luck with folks at the opposite end of the time zone. Let check the local insomniacs. Nope No luck either as all seemed to be asleep.

Damn. I was in a dilemna whether to go to bed or just stay awake given that I had to get up in slightly under 2 hours. In the end, I decided to pop in a DVD get through to 6am. The DVD started off with the opening creditzzzzzzzzzzz...


I was rudely awakened as the alarm on my mobile phone buzzed. Natural instinct was to hit the snooze button for another 7 minutes of sleep before the next buzz. But with my pathetic attempt to locate the snooze button, I started pounding my mobile phone with my clenched fist in the feeble attempt that I might just get lucky and hit the right button to activate the snooze. I wonder what is it about alcohol and caveman-like pounding? Hmm.....

6am.... arrgghh.... as I struggled out of bed. Tee-Off time for Day 2 is 7.10am. What is it about stoopid siao golfers (us) and the constant search for punishment? *groan*

Morning of Day 2 was bad as my head, lungs and liver all felt like they were about to explode. *groan*

Perhaps age has finally caught up with us as we seemed to be totally inapt at pulling off back-to-back all nighters.

Game 2 of "Jay vs Les" was a more subdued affair as we were both reeling from the aftermath of "extreme drinking". Score was ALL SQUARE with Les and I both chalking up 6 holes and squaring the remainder 6.

Les was the wiser this time, not to get involved in another round of 1-cup-per-stroke with my uncle this time. He would have lost by another 16. Phew!

In all, I sure am glad to have Les coming up to visit me. Perhaps next time, we should turn the "extreme drinking" down a notch.

See you in 9 days, Les!

- Voxeros

1. a reader left...
Monday, 2 May 2005 12:40 pm
I can't understand how some pple can drink themselves sick!
2. JayWalk left...
Monday, 2 May 2005 4:26 pm
Ahh... but frankly nobody would want to be sick but alas how often do we find ourselves overestimating ourselves? *guilty*

We were pretty buzzed but not drunk. I guessed we still had a bit of our senses when we decided to stop short of going overboard and end up puking our guts out.

A sign of aging? *sigh*