Super(boring)man

Super(boring)man

Don't catch Superman if you are planning to.
Its kinda boring actually...
Kevin Spacey rocks.
Like what some of us agreed on, that guy's a good actor.

Anyway, here's some things I've learnt after watching the show, as boring as it may seem...

10 things I've learnt after watching Superman Returns

1. Superheroes will always have sidekicks. Like Batman & Robin, Captain American and Bucky, erm, Professor X and his wheelchair? Anyway, Superman does have his sidekick. Jimmy Olsen.

2. Villians have sidekicks too... no wait, they're called henchmen, and most often than not, they're dumb. Think Sabretooth in X-Men I(the movie).

3. Its easy to disguise your civilian identity from your superhero identity. Just have different hairstyle, behave like a dork, and oh, wear a costume. No need mask one, people won't see the difference.

4. Flying is a good way to make gals melt. (I think so lah...)

5. Some people are dumb. If shooting a barrage of Gatling/machine gun bullets at a man and he is still alive, a pistol probably won't do much damage either.

6. Clothes can be indestructable too. Like Superman's. Not only that, he can be dragged in the mud, thrown into mounds of crystal, kicked.. whatever. And the damn costume is still clean and without a friggin' tear!!!

7. If ever you are attempting to light up a ciggy and there's a gust of wind that'll always extinguish the flame, look around to see if its Superman. Alternatively, you can always invest in a Zippo lighter.

8. It is physically possible for a woman to drag a 200+ pound unconscious man out of deep choppy water but quite impossible for her to carry a shopping bag for long.

9. There's no better way to wake a man out of a coma by having a lady break the news of him siring her child.

10. Don't ever be late for a movie. And check out where one is sitting, cos its not nice to move across a whole row of people only to find that you're sitting at the alsie seat. At the far end of the row.

And there you have it. Some things I've learnt.
But the most important lesson learnt is... Not all superhero movies are good.

No. 187, your timing is....

No. 187, your timing is....

Not enough for silver.
Sigh....

IPPT report:

Chin-up: 10
SBJ: 233 cm
Shuttle run: 10 sec
Sit ups: 42

Finally...

2.4 km run: 12 min 12 sec

What the fiack~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I needed just a good run for $200 bucks, and now I barely passed....
Oh how the times have changed... :(

Well at least I no need to go for RT.
And like someone(whom I met while taking the test) said: Bet world cup also can get the $$ lor, somemore easier.....
I agree

Stung...

Stung...

It stings bad, even more so when one picks up the pieces of the life existed till days ago.
The little notes, the pictures, the messages.

It stings.
And the sting hurts.

Of guilt and sadness,
of failed expectations and empty promises.

I'm starting to drown in the river of guilt...

Hey hey, I saved the world today. Or not...

Hey hey, I saved the world today. Or not...

Think I crashed a world, that's more like it.

It official now.

I am

1. Selfish
2. Self centered(not the same as 1. I suppose)
3. Idiotic
4. Childish
5. Bastardly
6. Cowardly
7. Stubborn
8. Unfair
9. Evil
10. In need of one TIGHT SLAP

Yesh.

May the gods frown on me

Same same, but Different...

Same same, but Different...

What a way to start the World Cup.
A 6 goal thriller. Hm, not exactly that thrilling since I didn't bet while the rest did....
Anyway...

's been a while since I'm back.
3 days to be exact, nope... 4, considering the time now.
It still feels different.
Everything here's basically the same, the people I see, the flak that I still get from home, Kol-in, Bnet-ing...

Yet so different...

My house is in a mess.
A very big mess, since I have no kitchen to speak of, and the toilet is on the path to non-existence soon.
My darling car is nowhere to be found, so its either at Dad's factory or sold. I have no idea.

And my friggin' bed still feels too big for me...

Yesh.
I still miss Thailand.
I miss the plane ride there, us so full of anticipation and what nots, sprinkled with a dose of good fortune by letting us be in the same friggin' plane as Fiona(big b**bs) Xie.
Yesh, she was in our plane and I'm not ashamed to confess that I made a delibrate trip to the toilet just to ogle at her.
Ik don't bluff, you were also with me on the 'toilet trip'.
I miss our very first mini-bus ride, so entertained we were by my handphone blasting pop songs that reminded us of KTVs and what nots.
Miss the road side stall where we had to order food by pointing to the old short sighted auntie, and costing us SGD$1+ and the end of it.
Missing the train rides that seemed endless, made bearable with smoking breaks in the toilet.
I miss Buddy the dog.
Missing also the late night alcohol session at the private balcony at the beach resort.
Miss the trekkings, just to find the 'better' waterfall.
Miss the coral reefs, the sea cucumbers, the dumb dog that 'fresh meat-ed' a couple of the sea organisms.
Missing the shops with the indie brands selling way~~~ cool T-shirts and what nots.
Miss bargaining with people.
Miss the elephants.
Miss the top of the beautiful waterfall.
Miss having a 'race' with whoever I can find at the Bridge over River Kwai.
Missing the food, especially the Tom Yam soup.
Miss sitting and sleeping in Mr (Pop-Tart) Nai's minibus.
Missing the 'reading/bookworm club' till late in the night.
Miss MBK, Siam Paragon, and catching my very first movie in Thailand.
Miss the swimming pools, the floating thingys, the cute ang-moh kids, the noise we made.
Missing the nights we had to squeeze on one bed, the rolling bodies, the cold nights where we had to fight for the blankets.
Miss the big beds that had space for all of us.

Missing living with you guys.
Thank you guys.

Xb for planning, researching, executing, map-reading, conflict managament(ie: talk in very fierce manner), contact lens solution, intro-ing good food and drinks, breaking out into the 'Crime and Passion' song where there was no need to(bad singing btw...) and generally, just being the Snake that he is.

Lady Boss for being the 'Admin Dpd', Angels and Demons, Tom Yam soup, target #1 to irritate, being Lady Boss.

Beng for being another one of us guys, fellow 'sufferer' under Kev, Tom Clancy, 'same same but different' - that I used for the title for this blog.

Giang for being her usual self, Strepsils, fellow 'Bookworm Club' member, 'fling' - mostly one sided since she was the one who coined the term.

Ik for being "Nature Boy" and introducing us to the various life forms in sea, jungle, beach, anywhere, fellow bed-mate, lighter provider.

Nings, ii and Kev for being the Opto Sluts. Nuff' said.

The bed still feels too big for me....

Reporting live from... damn the keys doesnt work...

Reporting live from... damn the keys doesnt work...

Here at thailand, some guest house where I cant friggin pronounce and yesh.. the key board sucks.
Cant find the keys that I want, where y will end up as z, so I have long since given up trying to type a proper blog, with the time running out in the meantime.

Anyway, everything is kinda well over here, with some unexpected stuff coming our way every now and then.

A proper post when I get back.
This I promise.

In the meantime, I think its time I go to sleep for its gonna be a long.... day ahead tomorrow...

Cheers,
Timmy