On a completely different matter, last night was the first time in ages that I've spent an awful long time in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The matter burning itself into my mind? My future. So far, I've sent off a good few applications but I've had, more or less, no replies....time's a-ticking and if nothing promising happens in the next few weeks, it's back to Spore for me and I really really do not want that. Much as I'd like to be back with my family and some of my mates there, there really isn't very much else for me there. Ok, the food is bloody brilliant and we get loads of sun but honestly, I really don't think I'm quite ready for the sunny island, not just yet.......and yet, as the days go by, my return looks almost almost inevitable.....*sigh*
Sunday, July 31, 2005
A lazy sunday afternoon today. I've just had the most amazing breakfast/lunch/tea, made by yours truly for yours truly. Warm croissants, filled with scrambled egg and smoked salmon as well as grapefruit juice and black coffee. I am very very satisfied gastronomically. I am still recovering from the weekend I think. On friday night we queued outside Turnmills for 2 and a half hours to see Tiesto. The queue took ages to move and we were getting really pissed off so Sam, Ben and I hopped into a cab, intending to make our way to The End to see Dj Marky. As luck would have it, the cab stopped at a traffic light and I looked out to see a poster promoting a night at The Key which Felix da Housecat was headlining. We swiftly informed our clued-up cab driver about our change of plans and made our way to King's Cross. After a short wait of half an hour (yes, what is half an hour compared to 2.5 hrs?!), we entered what has to be one of London's best kept secrets (not from now on though!).....The Key was dark, dirty and sexy. And this is just the venue itself. There were 3 rooms, the main room was pumping with evil, squelching electro...from afar, it looked like one sweating, mass of limbs (up close, it was this and then some). The music was pumping and the crowd was loving it especially when Felix turned up and started dropping tunes in his strange way...his mixing wasn't great but his choice of choonage was pure driving,twisted electro/housey madness....I left after a bit cos it was too humid and the sound too loud (yes, I am turning into an old fart). The second room was packed too and the djs were playing some hybrid of funk/heavy metal I think...whatever it was, it wasn't good enough to entice me. But the third room, now that was something different altogether. From the time I entered the club till the time I left, everytime I stepped into the third room, I was overcome by a wave of energy. Humid and packed as it was, the crowd was loving the music...the djs played a variety of music spanning the entire spectrum of electro...from housey to new wavey to minimalist to breaks to hip hop-ish ( A very bumped-u housey mix of Snoop's Let's Get Blown was heard), the music just kept coming at ya. I had a grand total of 2 beers the entire night and only cos I was thirsty. The music was that good. Proper filthy, twisted electro....I think I've found my new love.
On a completely different matter, last night was the first time in ages that I've spent an awful long time in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The matter burning itself into my mind? My future. So far, I've sent off a good few applications but I've had, more or less, no replies....time's a-ticking and if nothing promising happens in the next few weeks, it's back to Spore for me and I really really do not want that. Much as I'd like to be back with my family and some of my mates there, there really isn't very much else for me there. Ok, the food is bloody brilliant and we get loads of sun but honestly, I really don't think I'm quite ready for the sunny island, not just yet.......and yet, as the days go by, my return looks almost almost inevitable.....*sigh*
On a completely different matter, last night was the first time in ages that I've spent an awful long time in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The matter burning itself into my mind? My future. So far, I've sent off a good few applications but I've had, more or less, no replies....time's a-ticking and if nothing promising happens in the next few weeks, it's back to Spore for me and I really really do not want that. Much as I'd like to be back with my family and some of my mates there, there really isn't very much else for me there. Ok, the food is bloody brilliant and we get loads of sun but honestly, I really don't think I'm quite ready for the sunny island, not just yet.......and yet, as the days go by, my return looks almost almost inevitable.....*sigh*
Friday, July 29, 2005
Poem of the Day:
Alcoholic so Sick
Night is here
I'm beginning to thirst,
Can you hear?
That little voice in my head says," Beer".
Or did it say, "Wine"?
I don't know.
I'm not feeling great,
Not feeling fine.
I'm needy and,
Indeedy,
It looks like you could provide.
Shall we hit the pubs,
The clubs,the bars?
I just want to escape,
To leave this world behind.
Reality is harsh and I'm looking forward to my alcoholic break,
I'm willing to take,
That chance,
To dance with the devil,
To leave my worries behind.
To drink,
To sink,
Into a swamp of depression,
Another boozey session.
Please help me.
I don't think I can be alone.
I need you.
Tim'05
Alcoholic so Sick
Night is here
I'm beginning to thirst,
Can you hear?
That little voice in my head says," Beer".
Or did it say, "Wine"?
I don't know.
I'm not feeling great,
Not feeling fine.
I'm needy and,
Indeedy,
It looks like you could provide.
Shall we hit the pubs,
The clubs,the bars?
I just want to escape,
To leave this world behind.
Reality is harsh and I'm looking forward to my alcoholic break,
I'm willing to take,
That chance,
To dance with the devil,
To leave my worries behind.
To drink,
To sink,
Into a swamp of depression,
Another boozey session.
Please help me.
I don't think I can be alone.
I need you.
Tim'05
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Artsy Fartsy Mirror Madness.
Behold, an image of Neelesh and I. We look like we're taking photos for our latest play. Truth is, London is our stage and everyday sees a different performance. We Adidas London, oh yes we do.
Cheers St Andrews!!
This here is a photo which defines my time in St Andrews. We have: (a) A very good friend, his name is Sam, (b) an alcoholic drink and (c) a university building. And of course, the darkness represents all the fun we have at night, under cover of artificial light.
Happy Days.
If you look closely, you'll see St Andrews' most famous graduate of recent times, his father, and his father's wife.
Free at Last.Time for a swim.
This is Tim, the graduate, clad in all his finery, walking towards the beach, degree in hand, hooded and walking proud. Oh, what a day. What nice weather. I hate the English summer rain. *growl*
3 wee kids looking sharp.
That's my sister, my brother and I in St Salvator's Quad just after my graduation ceremony. The wee man is 7 years younger than me but much bigger. Something about old age eh? Once upon a time I was youthful,healthy and big. Now, I am decrepit, eccentric and shorter.
Friday, July 22, 2005
Poem of the Day:
A Rant in One.
I've forgotten what it's like to be in love.
My Love Amnesia,
Knows no cure.
Have I ever been in Love?
I do not know. I can't tell you.
Maybe I've forgotten.
My heart,
It seems to be,
Perpetually on Pause.
You spoke to me and I could not speak.
I barely managed a squeak.
That little voice inside my head,
It screamed till it was hoarse.
Do I love you?
Do I need you?
Do I want you?
I like you,
That much I know.
Can I forget you?
I think I can.
I think I can live without you.
Life goes on and I must be selfish if I am to survive.
My pride, it hates to see me cry.
My tears, oh how they fill the oceans.
I know now that I miss you.
Tim'05
A Rant in One.
I've forgotten what it's like to be in love.
My Love Amnesia,
Knows no cure.
Have I ever been in Love?
I do not know. I can't tell you.
Maybe I've forgotten.
My heart,
It seems to be,
Perpetually on Pause.
You spoke to me and I could not speak.
I barely managed a squeak.
That little voice inside my head,
It screamed till it was hoarse.
Do I love you?
Do I need you?
Do I want you?
I like you,
That much I know.
Can I forget you?
I think I can.
I think I can live without you.
Life goes on and I must be selfish if I am to survive.
My pride, it hates to see me cry.
My tears, oh how they fill the oceans.
I know now that I miss you.
Tim'05
Thursday, July 21, 2005
So,it's already thursday. The second round of attacks are upon us. This week has been pretty chilled thus far. Sam has arrived from St Andrews and is getting used to the madness that is London. Oh, there is so much more in store.
I'm beginning to realise that London is way too expensive for my current lifestyle. Spending 6,7 pounds per drink in a bar is just midnight robbery!! The price of each drink could get me a meal....and yet, the drinks don't stop coming once I get started. It looks like a major life-changing exercise is in order. Argh...the sirens, the soundtrack to the city, do not cease.
I finally bought The Velvet Underground cd of the same name that I've been meaning to buy for ages. Hooray for summer sales and hooray for HMV. It was all I could do to not buy any more than my one miserable purchase. Anyhoo, tonight we're going for a meal at Ben's mate's house. mmmm.....I'm already getting hungry, just thinking about it.
I'm beginning to realise that London is way too expensive for my current lifestyle. Spending 6,7 pounds per drink in a bar is just midnight robbery!! The price of each drink could get me a meal....and yet, the drinks don't stop coming once I get started. It looks like a major life-changing exercise is in order. Argh...the sirens, the soundtrack to the city, do not cease.
I finally bought The Velvet Underground cd of the same name that I've been meaning to buy for ages. Hooray for summer sales and hooray for HMV. It was all I could do to not buy any more than my one miserable purchase. Anyhoo, tonight we're going for a meal at Ben's mate's house. mmmm.....I'm already getting hungry, just thinking about it.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Woke up this morning feeling well rough. Last night was crazy. Went to the Ruby Lounge with Ben for a quiet drink and to listen to funky US house. Turns out, the djs played old school hiphop classics all night long, which was fine by me. Drinks were fairly expensive as was to be expected in a place which attracted clientele of the sort who turned up. What was most random was bumping into 2 friends from St Andrews in this little bar. Alex and Sophie, were there with Alex's friends and we ended up drinking loads...it turnded out to be a pretty good time. The two girls whom I've known for a good few years but never really got the chance to talk to properly had some great chat and made me grin from ear to ear. The night ended with Ben and I stumbling (me, not Ben, the big man holds his drink well) home, worn out and poorer but happy from having had such a good night out.
Today was pretty sweet as well...I spent the afternoon in Camden with Bec, Babs (more St Andrews folk, Hooray!!), Mark and Ben...sitting in the sunshine and walking about, exploring the tourist trap that is Camden. Ben and I then went to Charing Cross Road, to join Neelesh and Ed at a free festival (The Tin Alley Festival I think it was called)..we managed to catch the last 2 bands, Art Brut and The Subways who were both pretty decent (especially the female bassist from the latter...oh yes, she was very easy on the eye). After that we dragged our sore feet to the bar that Ed works at (Henry's) and had cocktails....the vodka in my Seabreeze (yes, I know, I'm such a girl at the strangest of times) almost made me sick,it brought back memories of last night (too many double Stoli Vanilla Vodkas with Cokes)....anyhoo, it is late and I am knackered. Time for me to think about sack-hitting.
Today was pretty sweet as well...I spent the afternoon in Camden with Bec, Babs (more St Andrews folk, Hooray!!), Mark and Ben...sitting in the sunshine and walking about, exploring the tourist trap that is Camden. Ben and I then went to Charing Cross Road, to join Neelesh and Ed at a free festival (The Tin Alley Festival I think it was called)..we managed to catch the last 2 bands, Art Brut and The Subways who were both pretty decent (especially the female bassist from the latter...oh yes, she was very easy on the eye). After that we dragged our sore feet to the bar that Ed works at (Henry's) and had cocktails....the vodka in my Seabreeze (yes, I know, I'm such a girl at the strangest of times) almost made me sick,it brought back memories of last night (too many double Stoli Vanilla Vodkas with Cokes)....anyhoo, it is late and I am knackered. Time for me to think about sack-hitting.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Last night was pretty interesting. I went to the LSE graduation "Crush", their equivalent of the Bop in St Ands. The music was just as cheesy, ok, maybe slightly better..the drinks were cheap and in little plastic cups and the people were all drunk... I had a good time hanging out with Neelesh and his mates and a wicked time dancing with this Turkish chick. It's not often that I find a person I actually want to dance with for an extended period of time, even if she's hot...if she can't dance, it's almost a turn off.....but who am I to judge? It's always a bonus when you find somebody who's hot, can dance and wants to dance with you....anyhoo, twas good to get that pent up energy out of my system even if it did involve dancing to the Proclaimers (yikes!)....so, I woke up feeling pretty knackered but happy....and yeah, I think I'm finally beginning to get used to London..It's been so interesting meeting people from so many different backgrounds ( and not just English or Scottish for a change!) who've led such unique lives....I've been meeting and hanging out with folk from Trinidad, Greece, France to name but a few.....it's broadening my horizons and making me aware that the world doesn't just revolve around Singapore and the UK as I often seem to think,albeit unintentionally...
I spent the entire afternoon today hanging out with Ben and a friend of his we met by chance in Hampstead Heath....it was lovely, the weather was perfect and we sat in the grass for ages....everybody seemed to be smiling and the general air of joy was infectious to say the least. We then went to Ben's former local, The Garden Gate and had a pint and some amazing home made potato wedges with a lush chilli mayo dip....if all goes to plan, I should be heading to the Ruby-Lo bar after dinner for some funky US house and cocktails....hurrah!!
I spent the entire afternoon today hanging out with Ben and a friend of his we met by chance in Hampstead Heath....it was lovely, the weather was perfect and we sat in the grass for ages....everybody seemed to be smiling and the general air of joy was infectious to say the least. We then went to Ben's former local, The Garden Gate and had a pint and some amazing home made potato wedges with a lush chilli mayo dip....if all goes to plan, I should be heading to the Ruby-Lo bar after dinner for some funky US house and cocktails....hurrah!!
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Hello folk,
I've spent the past few days looking for jobs, drinking a fair amount of coffee and hanging about the Marylebone area, which is where I'm staying at the moment. It is an amazing area, full of people looking happy and relaxed....it reminds me a little bit of Holland V in Spore....but with better looking people and better weather. If I do go on to live in London next year, I do hope that I'll be able to move into an area as nice as this. London just doesn't cease to amaze me. It's so damn vibrant...I'm not feeling that articulate today...still recovering from my adventures at King's Cross a few nights ago.....oh my poor head.
Oh! Today I went to an auction at Sotherby's. It was quite an eye-opener....how people can spend so much money on paintings that don't look that impressive is beyond me....a certain painting went for a hundred thousand pounds.....believe me when I tell you that my jaw dropped. Oh my poor jaw......anyhow,I've lost all ability to entertain...will blog again when more interesting things happen.
Choonage: Feelin' Good (Joe Claussell Mix) - Nina Simone
I've spent the past few days looking for jobs, drinking a fair amount of coffee and hanging about the Marylebone area, which is where I'm staying at the moment. It is an amazing area, full of people looking happy and relaxed....it reminds me a little bit of Holland V in Spore....but with better looking people and better weather. If I do go on to live in London next year, I do hope that I'll be able to move into an area as nice as this. London just doesn't cease to amaze me. It's so damn vibrant...I'm not feeling that articulate today...still recovering from my adventures at King's Cross a few nights ago.....oh my poor head.
Oh! Today I went to an auction at Sotherby's. It was quite an eye-opener....how people can spend so much money on paintings that don't look that impressive is beyond me....a certain painting went for a hundred thousand pounds.....believe me when I tell you that my jaw dropped. Oh my poor jaw......anyhow,I've lost all ability to entertain...will blog again when more interesting things happen.
Choonage: Feelin' Good (Joe Claussell Mix) - Nina Simone
Saturday, July 09, 2005
So,a little less gloom from me. I'm currently living with Ben, Sam's brother for a week or so just off Baker Street, which is an amazing little area, albeit slightly touristy..nonetheless, I'm feeling good vibes in this place and the cushions I slept on last night were of a decent thickness. Going to bed absolutely knackered and somewhat drunk made it that much easier...we had a very pleasant dinner followed by post-dinner cocktails in Angel with Ben's 2 Singaporean friends who were pretty cool and easy to get along with. I must admit that I was taken aback by how smoothly the evening went....I went along somewhat cynical and ready to spend all night talking about NS and the like..to my surprise, the topics of conversation were extremely wide-ranging, from the beautification of the bodies of African tribesmen to Oil prices. As Edwin (the Sporean bloke) told me, what's the point in flying 10,000 km to only hang around with other sporeans? My sentiments exactly. After this, we went to meet Neelesh and gang in Soho in this little place called "PUSH Bar"...the music was fairly funky with this man playing his sax and the various djs spinning an eclectic mix of music, ranging from drum and bass to funk and soul. We then proceeded to some shisha bar filled with drunk english birds shaking their thing on the table tops......twas so good to see Londoners still in the mood to party and carry on with life after the events of thursday. Anyhoo,after the shisha bar, Ben and I walked for a good 20 minutes at least back to his place and slept like the dead...I woke up with a sore head,throat and a fuzzy head....nonetheless, I am pleased......I am alive and that is enough for me.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
So, London got attacked today. I spent all afternoon watching the news and listening to the sound of sirens outside. I didn't leave the house apart from a short walk to the corner shop to get some beer. I have been in a funny mood all day. My folks had a long talk with me about returning to Spore. I'm in 2 minds. At the moment, i have decided that I am going to try to look for a job and if it doesn't work out,then I shall return to the sunny isle with my head held high and no regrets. I also downloaded and printed out an application form for the National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Kids and have filled out half of it...will finish it in the next few days and send it off....*fingers crossed* Right then, let's see what happens......
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
I've spent the entire day reworking my CV and looking for jobs. I have decided that if I'm going to be serious about looking for a job, I'm probably going to need some proper accommodation so,it looks like I'm going to have to find a flat or a room somewhere soon. I'm giving myself about maybe 2-3 months to get sorted and hopefully, things'll work out well. London is eating away at my soul and making me cynical but, hey, what can you do eh? I'm just going to have to keep my chin up and try to stop whining......keep those fingers crossed people!
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
It's grey,cold and drizzling as I type this. I'm back in Jos' flat. She now wants me out even earlier than I expected. She wants me out by the weekend. Lovely. Things just keep getting better eh? Oh well. The job hunt starts proper tomorrow. I need to improve my CV and start making applications. I have decided that I want to try and stick it out in London. I have a good feeling about this place in spite of the recent setbacks that I seem to encounter on an almost daily basis. Just had a good chat with Tat online and he's made me see the point in staying here a bit longer and giving myself time with regard to the job hunt.Now, to convince the parents of the virtue of my plan. I really should be more optimistic. This city seems to have made me more cynical and negative..something about being in a big city...I've hardly seen anybody smile. No bother,I'm going to keep my chin up and try not to let this place get to me too much.
On a different note, my l'il chatterbox thing on the side of this blog doesn't seem to like posting my comments...I just want to say thank you to all of youse for your kind comments. And, Buggstargirl, do I know you? I am perplexed....give us a shout if you like: timchia@gmail.com
Poem of the Day:
Is this supposed to be fun?
Grey,
Wet,
Lack of sun,
Is this supposed to be fun?
It's summertime now,
But too cold to run,
Outside.
Outside, seagulls screech,
For lack of a beach.
Is this supposed to be fun?
That hole in my pocket just burns bigger,
Everyday.
How did I get so poor? I just can't figure,
Outside,
The lack of colour here,
Mocks me.
Is this supposed to be fun?
Tim'05
On a different note, my l'il chatterbox thing on the side of this blog doesn't seem to like posting my comments...I just want to say thank you to all of youse for your kind comments. And, Buggstargirl, do I know you? I am perplexed....give us a shout if you like: timchia@gmail.com
Poem of the Day:
Is this supposed to be fun?
Grey,
Wet,
Lack of sun,
Is this supposed to be fun?
It's summertime now,
But too cold to run,
Outside.
Outside, seagulls screech,
For lack of a beach.
Is this supposed to be fun?
That hole in my pocket just burns bigger,
Everyday.
How did I get so poor? I just can't figure,
Outside,
The lack of colour here,
Mocks me.
Is this supposed to be fun?
Tim'05
Friday, July 01, 2005
Life is ok. Living out of a suitcase is not that fun.
Jos has told me that she wants me out of her flat after next weekend...for reasons too lengthy to go into here, I shan't. go into. them.
oh, alright, just one. Last week she told me that I could stay pretty much till I found a job/flat.. etc. Then, a couple of days ago, she decides that she needs privacy and can't really cope with living for an extended period of time with somebody else..hence the reason why she lives alone....whatever her reasons, it's not for me to argue too much...seeing as how she's been really generous and kind so far.....it's just a right pain in the ass....
Jos has told me that she wants me out of her flat after next weekend...for reasons too lengthy to go into here, I shan't. go into. them.
oh, alright, just one. Last week she told me that I could stay pretty much till I found a job/flat.. etc. Then, a couple of days ago, she decides that she needs privacy and can't really cope with living for an extended period of time with somebody else..hence the reason why she lives alone....whatever her reasons, it's not for me to argue too much...seeing as how she's been really generous and kind so far.....it's just a right pain in the ass....






