Close the curtain of 2015

Let's take a break from Project 55.5.

One day you'll leave this world behind

So live a life you will remember.

Go venture far beyond these shores

Don't forsake this life of yours.

It's amazing how a song which did not mean anything originally, has now been hummed continuously. And then from whisper I begin to sing aloud. Alone. With confidence. 'Coz his favourite song has now become mine too.

The feeling starts with pure admiration. He's the person I wanna become in my life. He meets my definition of success. The difference, is that he does not give me hope. I am not saying that you give me hope to begin with. He indirectly made me aware that my feeling should never rise above admiration. You see... I don't want to hurt myself again.

Dear FY,

Now that situation turns sour, honest be told... how should I face you? We have changed. My mind is decaying from my own solitude emotions.

I have lost bii. 

I have lost MS. 

Now I lose you too.

Forgotten? Prioritisation? I begin to know my place. Never in my life have I felt this lost. Obsession led me to think all the time. About you. When I woke up in the morning, when I went to sleep at night. And that went on for seven years.

I didn't like 2015. Hopefully the song will change the way I live. 

The video wraps my 2015:
1) Bii's visit
2) Chinese New Year with my mum
3) Melaka trip to satisfy my lust for food
4) My attempt to make churros
5) Bangkok trip to satisfy my lust for...
6) First house purchase
7) Birthday celebration in Starbucks Genting
8) Kampar and Ipoh trip to satisfy my lust for food...
9) Vancouver trip to meet you
10) Christmas gatherings

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year guys.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Project 55.5 - Part 7

6th December - 5:00 p.m. (PST)

Do you remember expansion and contraction with temperature? I think this is how my body works. Trying not to be a narcissist, but I notice my pants are dropping lower with passing of time. Between the 6 hours of walk in Stanley Park, I check my tummy for about 6 times to make sure every thing is ok.

They are not afraid of us. Not really.

Downtown view from Stanley Park. The sky is really gloomy.

 The totem poles in Stanley Park. I know. My photography skill sucks big time.

Siwash Rock. Too big not to notice.

Another not too impressive selfie. But I really have fun running up to this peak from a wrong trail. Lions Gate Bridge which connects downtown to North Vancouver.

The raining clouds are blocking the mountain in North Vancouver. On the right is the sea.

On the left you get to see cliffs like this.

Christmas Tree in Lost Lagoon. The picture is edited, obviously.

My legs loan too much of my energy today. While regaining my strength at the Starbucks, my inner self debates.

Should I?

Should I not?

F212 is just a few blocks away.

Maybe next time. It's a tiring day.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Project 55.5 - Part 6

6th December - 11:00 a.m. (PST)

The rain yesterday was crazy! Said the old lady who has breakfast with me.

Mediterranean Omelette with additional bacons, Red Umbrella Cafe. 

The left boy is cute.

The itinerary says to take bus 19 to Stanley Park but I say to walk instead. After a day of walking yesterday I find it less stress to walk. Also I get to pay for the sinful breakfast I have. Good try.

View from the opposite wall. Fairly near to Stanley Park.

Dear FY,

I really want to walk with you.

6th December - 9:40 a.m. (PST)

The comfortable bed turns unpleasant this morning. Yea it's so comfortable.

Damn. 8 in the morning.

Late for 2 hours.

I race down the street without knowledge on how to get the right bus. Where does the bus come from? How far does the bus go? Good thing about Vancouver is all information is available on websites. But there is still tiny bit of me worrying.

On a bright side, the weather is great for morning walk. I'm without raining gear. No rain. No wind. The clouds are not moving while the sun is shy behind them.

From my hostel I walk pass the gay friendly Davie Street to English Bay. Hey! F212 is right here!

Cross and thou shalt be gay.

The beginning of English Bay. Stop complaining and start walking.

Here I am writing by the English Bay. It's a long walk along the sea wall but the walk is satisfying. People cycle and jog. People read on the benches. None of them is seen with gadgets in their hands. Dogs run freely. Ducks are mating. Eagles are feasting on the seagulls. Trees are without leaf. No rubbish. I probably know nothing about nature, but I am definitely closer to it.

Inukshuk at the English Bay sea wall.

Just another Starbucks on the street.

Laughing statues in English Bay.

Heck! The moment I stop writing, the rain has started!




[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Project 55.5 - Part 5

5th December - 11:45 p.m. (PST)

I can't sleep.

Sleeping with clothes is proven difficult, no matter how thin the fabric is. I don't belong here. I need privacy.

/cluck

The Romanian enters after his shower. He is presumably tired, from the way he walks and yawns. He takes off his top. Slowly, his long trousers. In less than a metre from me, he takes off his boxers brief, revealing a thick limp jewel unprotected by skin. It will be sorry if I don't do something with the apple already in my hand before he climbs to his bed.

Not 18SX, yet.

Great men think alike. 

My first night, in a cage.

I say goodnight to him, but nothing comes out from my mouth. Quietly, I take off my long johns and call it a day. You see, it's necessary to write this down before I start to forget. Goodnight, Day 1.

5th December - 9:05 p.m. (PST)

Resting in the common room hall while enjoying my beef sausage, I can't stop thinking about the night later. How am I suppose to sleep naked with another 7 strangers?

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Project 55.5 - Part 4

5th December - 6:45 p.m. (PST)

Despite the long johns, winter shoes and gloves, I still can't feel my legs. It's so evident I have low resistance against cold. While looking at my schedule, I have walked to several places but honestly they're not too attractive in this weather. And I decide to stop for today. Forgive me. This is my first day and I am too cold to move.

Hence it is essential I fuel myself with wine and fats for heat. Wine is a bad move. I feel so tipsy with just a glass.

It's a habit to visit local HSBC when I travel. Hello from Yaletown.

Engine 374 in Yaletown Roundhouse. A quick escape from the rain. The history of the train can be found here.

BC place without lighting so plain.

Pork tenderloin with Mr. Pauly, Hurricane Grill

Alcohol intolerance. True enough. I am never good with alcohol to begin with. I hate drinking. Better start writing before I faint outdoor.

Holding the apple in my hand, I keep texting friends in KL. Yea the wifi is working perfectly.

But I have not heard from you.

5th December - 2:40 p.m. (PST)

After a long deserved shower, I can finally write on my bed. It's a double decker bed in a 8-dorm room. Oh yes I want to relax at a warm cafe at the airport and have a hot chocolate while writing. I forget to do so when I get excited. The moment I step my foot out of arrival hall, I am attracted to the Canada Line. Yes I forget about sim card too.

Walking outdoor in Vancouver is painful in the beginning. With only a wind breaker, a T-shirt and jeans I can barely walk much. My umbrella is blown away. Nasal hair becomes stalactite and stalagmite. My fingers ache during physical contact. My teeth are chattering vigorously. I can't feel my ears. I puff smoke in every breath I exhale. It feels like the longest walk in my life. Most importantly my dick is rock hard while I trail my way to the hostel. Well, I am following a young group of Romanian to the same hostel. One of them looks like Chinese!

While hiding my body in the warm blanket, I can't stop thinking.

No message from you.

I shall wait.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Project 55.5 - Part 3

5th December - 9:40 a.m. (PST)
Good morning, sir.

I open my eyes slowly trying to adjust my eyes to the light in the cabin. She probably smells my breath from my yawn in this close distance.

Egg or congee?

She repeats twice but my hearing fails me. It was my sense of smell that helps me to understand her question.

The sleep isn't bad. Thanks to the in house blanket, my feet aren't as cold. Just stiff. I made several trips to the gents to relax my muscle before I began feasting.

I am doing what men do when they are idle - counting time.

108 minutes to my destination. Can't help to feel excited.

Will I get your message when I arrive?


5th December - 5:28 a.m. (PST)
I hate her. Who is she? She's a lady sitting next to my isle. Why do I hate her? Her instant noodle reminds my stomach to be hungry. It's seducing and I almost order one for myself.

It must be expensive~

I endure. What I have failed is to prepare food in my hand luggage for unexpected event like now. My stomach just have to pay for the mistakes.




[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Project 55.5 - Part 2

5th December - 4:00 p.m. (HKT)

Can't help to notice the ugly sides of human. Who says the PRC Chinese are rude? Hongkies can be equally rude! The passengers behind me have not stopped complaining about the service, food, seat, temperature... Well it is good to provide feedback to enhance customer experience, even better if this is done through the right channel. They speak decent English and seem to be educated on the surface. On the contrary I feel they are shallow and have not learned to appreciate. Part of me sympathise the flight attendant who has to verbally battle of these jerks.

On a different note, where are the male flight attendants? None is spotted thus far. Really disappointing.

It's 12 a.m. in Vancouver - I am trying to grab some sleep to minimise the jet lag. Or so I thought. The meals keep me awake for awhile.

5th December - 1:00 p.m. (HKT)

Little did I know it's winter in Hong Kong too! Without a single cent and with little knowledge about Hong Kong, I wandered around the airport aimlessly. Then only I discover I cannot pass immigration for transit passengers. Seriously, what a waste of time to come early.

It's 20°C and I'm freezing to death. I cannot picture myself in 7°C. Trapped in the transit, penniless, I mount the courage to get a few bucks in exchange of a cup of hot chocolate.

100? 100 dollar? Enough? The girl in exchange desk asks.

Oh you have a problem with 100 dollar?

Feel discriminated with her tone of questioning. Come on, I just need a warm chocolate.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Project 55.5 - Part 1

5th December - 10:06 a.m. (MYT)

One of the things I have always failed to do is to record the journey and feelings at the precious moments in life. While I am writing this on my flight to Hong Kong, I am amazed by how the author could make the books bestsellers.

While I was reading 'The Time Keeper', I have many reflections that I can relate to myself.

The author says Consider the word "Time".

Be on time...

One last time...

There's no time...

I always misuse these words.

The flight this morning is scheduled at 10:35 a.m.. MS and I reach about 2 hours earlier. As token of gratitude for sending me to the airport I promise to buy him breakfast. We may work in the same department and he sits opposite of me every day, but we hardly have time for each other. After breaking up with him, he is facing some challenges too. So I thought this is a good time to catch up with him.

The staff, Khamilah at check-in counter asks if I can volunteer to board an earlier flight.

Yes!

MS answers on my behalf. I will reach Hong Kong earlier and taste the air there for a bit longer. That's how MS reasons. I agree. It's good that she asks, even better if she applies rapport building and need discovery before recommending.

Thank you for choosing Cathay.

Have you been to Hong Kong?

An hour transit may seem rush for you?

Would you like to stay in Hong Kong additional hour to have more rest?

Yes I agree to the request and my flight is brought forward to 9:00 a.m.. I have barely 15 minutes to board the flight. Again I am catching my breath to race against time. Feel sorry for MS for the breakfast.

Just a moment when the attendant serves the breakfast that I start counting.

When was my last meal?

I had Zanmai on Thursday, 5 p.m.. Which is 42 hours without food. Amazing, isn't it?

The breakfast is omelette and sausage which is more than that. I haven't had such nicely made egg for a long time. Probably I'm just hungry.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Project 55.5 - it's the day

Dear FY,

I intended to leave office at 3 yesterday but only managed to escape 3 hours later. To make things worse I secured myself another disciplinary action right before I stepped out of the office. Really... Truth be told I was very disappointed at myself this time. At times I prefer to remain quiet, start and leave work on time. Get my salary on time. Be a top performer every month. I am not responsible for others mistakes. Why did I get promoted to begin with? Too much of responsibility. Too much of expectation.

You want me to double the revenue? You want me to put in double the effort? Sorry I just can't make it. I don't see my salary doubled. It's simple maths.

I don't care. I am gonna fly far and have fun 12000 km from them. I just can't be bothered.

Really wanted to post a sexier version of photo.

It's the day and time to sign off. Ciaoz~

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot