Vietnam, Ya~~~~Hoo~~~~~~~

The day that we thought would never come has finally arrived.
In a few minutes time, Timmy boi, Jamesy boi and Kevitty Kev will be heading to Vietnam, the land of the... well, I dunno, cheap everything?

Here's to a safe journey for all of us, a rockin' good time(with Lonely Planet as our day guide and Mr Horny for the night) and 4 very satisfied souls after 5 days, 4 nights.

Will attempt to blog if I have the time and the technology, if not, then I'll see ye all in a while.

Take care now, bye bye then...

-- Timmy out

Reccos Chronicles, Part 2

Its up!

Hear! Hear!

The very first post of the Euro trip is up.

Those who're interested can read it here

Time...

Time.
So real, yet so intangible.
We measure it by our standards, the mechanization of time into different units marked by the contraption known as the clock, or by the rising and setting of the sun, by the changing of the various seasons, so on and so forth.
We managed to 'capture' time and tamed it into a domesticated servant that will reply you which position it is in now.
But have we really captured time?

Hell, NO.

Time remains ever elusive, playing hide and seek with those who need it the most, running quicker than usual when one is pressed for it, slowing down drastically when one begs it to move on and spare the agony of waiting.
If time was an entity, it'll be a fucking Joker in my case.

How many fucking times in my life does it need to remind me that I was either too late, or too early, and years later come back to haunt me with a sneering leer and an equally awful dance/jig of victory?

Fate it seems, has an affinity with time.
The interactions of these ethereal beings have conspired to make the course to true love(for me that is) run less than smooth sometimes.
Heck, its bleddy treacherous at times come to think about it.
Fate paved out the path, time just needed to make sure I miss the turnings, like how I almost missed the turn to your house again eh. Such irony.

Pardon the ranting and the raving.
But surely a man who's sh*ting his guts out in the middle of an early morning with no sleep and a weird reminiscing session should be given some liberty to let the tongue runneth loose. Not to mention the 2 bottles of Heinek*n and some weird concoctions like Apricot Brandy(with 7-Up) and Sour Apple Margarita.

So I beseech you.
Time.
Please.
Don't fucking play me out again...

My 2nd time...

Wearing the graduation gown that is.

I have seriously no idea why and how I was possessed to wake up in the morning(well, not exactly morning, but to me its early morning lah...) and rush to the good NU of S to take pictures in the bleedy gown. In the suffocating heat no less.

But well, at least it was fun.
Taking nonsense pictures with people whom I realised, were the best part of my stay in uni.
Smoking while in full attire, gown and all, with a dude that's well, the legacy from my stint of serving the nation with 'pride'.
Having the great pleasure of taking a graduation picture with a man who is snake/uncle agony/lao gan/friend/brother all rolled into one.
Meeting up, having a proper bitching/gossiping/catching up session with old friends, shiok.

The 1st time was memorable,
the 2nd?
It was sweeter.

PS: So what happened to the mad idea of taking pictures at the Esplanade? With our gowns?!?!?!?!

PPS: Don't watch Die Hard 4 for Maggi Q. You'll be sorely disappointed. Her screen time no enough. Hmph!

After the cake, candles, and celebrations...

Thank you.
That's all I can say to those who remembered the day Timmy boy was unleashed upon this world.

Even though the candles are burnt, the cake is finished, and the celebrations long gone,
I will remember the times and the memories that we had,
and the time and effort you people take to make this day a very very special ones.

To everyone who celebrated with me, sent messages/cards/what-ever nots to me.
THANK YOU!

This birthday will not be the same without you guys.
You know who you are, and I'm too sleepy and tired to type out everyone, hee...........

Thank you...

May my birthday wish of us meeting like this every so regularly be granted.
Oops.

:)

The story in my storybook life...

The chapters that were once closed are briefly opened again.
Things that were the products of my overactive imaginations turned out to be realities.
Scenes that I thought only happen in reel form became real.

Yesterday, I think, was one of the weirdest story in my storybook life...

Thank you. And you, you, you...

3 years ago.
Or was it 4?

That was my very virgin arts club bash.
Dancing. drinking, and in Ning's words: "Getting high on one another."
That was fun.

Fast forward to the present, 29th June 2007.
We see one group of people, standing just opposite DXO, some in the rain, some in the shelter, some smoking, some talking, all friends.
They were all here for the arts camp bash, only to realise, that the bash wasn't that great(seeing that they needed to pay $$ to go in) and that their main reason for meeting up was just, well... a reason to meet up.
Some of them went in though.
I was one of them.
But as expected, we didn't get high. Not on one another, not this time.
The crowd was different, the agenda was different, everything was just so different.

The best part of the evening must be the impromptu 'drinking' session outside some bar. (Yes, I forgot the name, how?)
Beer never taste good when drunk alone.
Thank you all. You old birds know who you are. And you people know that this will not be the last time eh?
Let's just keep going to these bashes for the f**k of it lah. At least we can always bitch about the degeneration of the young kids/gossip about the latest scandals that's concerning people we might or might not know, you know, things like these.
Or alternatively, we can just meet up more often.
But it was a good night, a great night in fact, to be able to see some many familiar faces and talk till the wee hours of the night.
Thank you. And you, you, you...

Oh, and thank you Pegs and Sw, for hosting a mini drinking party at your place, and telling me that I can just take any bottle that's been opened.
So so touched...
Card games, 99, funny rules like impersonating a chicken after saying someone's name, you me i they, speaking only in chinese, mj session.
The night seemed packed indeed.
Thank you ladies and gentlemen...

No. 030, your timing is...

Sit-ups: 42
Standing Board Jump: 230 cm
Pull up: 10
Shuttle run: 9.7 sec
2.4km run: 11.34 min

Which means.... I got silver!!!!!

$$$$$$$ here I come... :)

Maybe not smoking before the run is better. Hm...

Monday morning...

While this was so much better than what we saw this morning, nothing comes close to having 4 guys, one car, prawn and pork rib noodles, topping it all up with some dim sum, coffee/tea/milo. Not forgetting the ciggy(though only 2 of us were smoking...)

Monday morning.
Good morning to ye all.
I certainly had a good one.

Oh, did I forget to mention that we drove all the way down after an overnight mj session?
This must be the only Monday morning when I don't feel the blues...

PS: For those who are eagerly waiting for the posts on my European Escapade.. I mean Experience, erm, I'll post something when I have the pics, and trust me, I'll do it soon, lest I start to forget the 'finer' details...

Quite inspiring...

Made a trip down to the temple this afternoon.
Apparently, I had forgotten to return to the temple to give the thanks to the deities for watching over us(yes I prayed for the rest of the chink gang too...) while we were overseas.
And since I was there, I decided to check out the forecast for my future.

The lot I got?
Not too bad.
In fact, it's deemed a good lot, and the gist of the lot goes something likes this:

One foot lies between you and success. By progressive stages, does a good man reach prosperity. Harvest is dawning. Peace of mind will prevail after this boat of worries.
Interpretation: Good.
Sack cloth turns to silk to cling to your feet. In time, will you understand as one lives, one flourishes.

Whoa.
Quite the inspiring I must say.
Let's see, shall we?

Back... for a while at least...

I'm finally home.

Exhausted.
Can't seem to find any energy to do anything today, except staring at the laptop for the whole day.

At the back of my mind I know there's like a million other things for me to do.

But for now, let me enjoy the remnants of my self-declared holiday....

Reaching the end...

The last time I checked, we have 6 more days, 5 to be exact, before the end of this wonderful trip.
Damn.

For all those who're curious, no I've not been laid yet, I have no chance to try weed yet(though the next stop is Holland, so hehehehe) and have only gotten myself mildly drunk/smashed once throughout this trip(friends who know me will know that my DRUNK state = Portable Merlion).

Strangely enough, I kinda miss Singapore.

Having tons of fun here is one thing, but nuffin' can beat sleeping in one's own bed, eating one' favourite bak chow mee, smoking and drinking with bubs in a place call Dungeon, driving down the expressway where one knows where the right side of the road is.... the list goes on.

I guess I'm feeling homesick now.
But I don't want this holiday to end.
So am I a walking contradiction or what?

Maybe I just want the best of both worlds.
Where I can holiday all I want, and go home as I please.

In the meantime, to all those who's reading this, take care now, see ya then...
Till next time.

-- Timmy out

PS: It's friggin' hard to type on the German keyboard. Plus I'm sweating my balls off now. Can you believe it?!?!?!?!?

"Priceless". Priceless...

Just finished watching "Priceless" a few hours ago.
Good show, Audrey Tautou(hope I got the spelling correct, too lazy to check) is HOT. Period.
Met up with Jamesy Boi and Kev to talk about the Viet trip which is going to be postponed.
Date still uncertain cos of some last min cock up(so sorry about everythin again Mr Horny...)

What a whirlwind of days it has been.

Clearing admin stuff for work, home and meeting up with the guys, mj sessions, FA Cup final, Butter Factory, soccer match that degenerated to a bloodbath(almost, story to be told to those who are interested...), dinner with parents, etc etc...

Tying up the last of the loose ends tomorrow.
Hopefully.
I would say I'm around 80% done.

Oh, did I mention that I'm going overseas soon?
Like, this thurs morning or something.
Yeah.
I'll be off, for a month, 3 weeks. Take your pick.

Still coming to terms with the fact that my mum decided to be generous and all.
So trying very very f**king hard not to tread on her toes.
Not even her shadow.

Countdown: 2 more days.

But whatever time I have left here, whatever time I've spent with everyone and anyone.
Priceless.
Just sorry that's not enough time to really meet everyone EVERYONE important to me one way or another. To say goodbye.

Shit, it's getting a bit mushy and a wee bit morbid.

In any case, take care now, bye bye then...

Timmy boy, out.
Till next month...

Oh.... thanks.

How do you feel when someone more senior, more experienced, and has seen more people tell you straight in the face that:

"You're fucked. If I were a producer, I'll never ever call you. I'll rather hire someone newer and inexperienced than you. You're fucked. None of the bosses like you. You can't make it one."

These ominous words are still ringing in my head.

Suddenly, I'm not so sure anymore.

I try to dismiss these words as ramblings of a fat ole' & drunken fart.

But then again, what if he wasn't drunk, and oh yah, the part about drunken people speaking the truth, oh oh oh, and then there were the other comments too....

Everything is just happening and changing too fast and furious now...

I need some time to slow down.

And think.

Which I seem to be doing alot lately to no avail...

I'm quite fucked, ain't I?

Whoa...

Too many things to say.
Too little time.
Its 4 hours and counting...

Will be right back after this short stint of something I like to call: Work

Anticipation.Expectation. Moderation(or the lack of it)

Graveyard Recipe:

1/2 package Triple Sec

1/2 package Bacardi 151 Proof Rum

1/2 package Vodka1

1/2 package Gin1

1/2 package Tequila1

1/2 package Bourbon Whiskey

1/2 package Scotch Whisky

Stout

Beer

Anticipated the day I could finally club with the RECCOS people,

expected a happening, wild, and heavy drinking night,

but with the lack of moderation and common sense,

got wasted.

Irony of life:

When you know cock-sure that you CANNOT whack Graveyard, yet still go order one and proceed to pour everything in your throat like it was the last drink on earth.

Head's still spinning.

Wondering if its the alcohol or the lack of sleep.

Maybe both.

I think I better go drink more water or tea...

PS: Many thanks for those who took care of me last night. And sorry for the trouble...

PPS: So when we going for another session? I kinda missed the part where you go to the dance floor and do something call dancing. I promise I will watch my drinking next time :)

I swear...

I fucking swear.
I fucking swear that if ever, I see my younger brother, dying of thirst on the other side of the road, I will not even fucking walk over to fucking piss on him.

So much for blood is thicker than water.

It takes just a fucking bag for me to realise it.

PS: Hell fuck, maybe I'll cross over the road, piss into the drain in front of him, and tell him: "Song bo!"

Totally. Random shit that I've did...

Did some pretty weird things over these past 2 days.
Like last night, seeing that I finished work early. Quite the friggin' early, I decided to go catch a movie.
If possible, get some poor bugger out to watch.
If not, then watch it myself.
Mr Snake was in a half comatose state when I called him. Out.
Me Kev Wee was in the midst of preparations for his raid in WoW. Out.
That leaves... me.

Went all da way down to Lido, checked the timing, decided that it was a good time, waited in line, and received a phone call.
Apparently Kev's raid got cancelled, so yeah, he decided that he was game.
With an hour+ to spare, what's a guy like me to do?
Window shopping.
Topman, Levi's, Billabong, Zara.
So many things I saw, so many things I wanted to buy.
But if I did, then probably I'll have to sell my arse to get to Vietnam. Not to mention the fact that I didn't really trust meine's taste, concluded that it might be better to wait for Kev's opinion.
What happened?
His 'reaching soon' turned out to be the right time.
For the shops to close.
KNNBCCB.

Went to Fong Seng for supper.
Never fails to make me wish I was back in school everytime I'm there.

Today was even more bizarre.
I was supposed to drive down to collect my ic and apply for my driving license(yesh, it's still not replaced) but due to:
1. I overslept
2. I no car
3. I got sms for sudden soccer session
I thought, maybe why not wait another day?

Soccer turned out to be in the late afternoon.
Then dinner.
Then mj.
Then supper.
Then talk cock session(wait lemme rephrase it. It was more like Berd's rendition of his South African trip of his army days...)
Then now home.

Better get some sleep to catch spidey in action tomorrow.

PS: Finally saw the poster and the trailer for the film that I was working in. So excited. Shall post some pics next time :)

End. Game.

End. Game.Finished.

End of the road.
No more treble.

And the whining goes on.

I'm gutted.

Not because they bowed out of the finals.

No.

I'm disgusted because they limped out of the match playing like shit, looking like shit and were reduced to looking like... no wait, they were a bunch of passion-less, headless chickens rooted to the ground after being outplayed and outclassed by a Milan outfit that almost brought tears to my eyes.

Look at the passion, look at the hunger in their eyes and tell me if you see the same in the Red Devils.

Sans a player or 2, the rest looked relaxed, languid and worst, lacklustre(or luck-lester as an officer of ours used to say...)

If I didn't know better, I would say that the M*fia kidnapped all their families and strapped bombs to them, or something like that.

I can't believe I actually lost sleep over such inept performance.

But enough.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow, and the glories that await us.
And win or lose. They'll still be my one and only Manchester United.

Glory, glory Man United...
Glory, glory Man United....

PS: I am in no mood to entertain jibes for the moment. Please don't maketh me dulan by sending smses such as "Song Bo!" or something along this line. I try not to make fun at other fans and their clubs' fortunes so please accord me the same respect.

PPS: Only exceptions are people whom I know for very f**king long, people that I'm f**king close to. And babes/chio bu-s. Nuff' said.