A shame I couldn't stay up all night to watch it but Scotland have beaten England 18-12 in a 6 Nations match. MON THE DONKEY!!!!!!!

Poem of the Day:

My Liquid Lover

Every weekend,
I return to your open arms.
No matter what form you take or
What you're wearing,
Gorgeous girl,
I'm way past caring.
Sexy flute,
Or
Voluptuous pint,
Darling dear,
You're always on my mind.
Miss Alcohol,
You're such a doll,
You're such a tease,
It's true, look
How easy I am to please.
Try as I might, I just can't seem to forget you.
I've tried to go on holiday,
To get away from you,
But how you stalked me.
Oh, how you stalked me.
Everywhere I turned,
In the airplane or the hotel minibar,
There you were,
With your "Come Hither" look,
Just a moment of weakness was all it took
For me to be in love again,
Nestled in your arms,
A victim to your irresistible charms.
You know I'm a fool for you.
But please,
Do the right thing and walk out on me.
I don't know if I'm man enough to leave you.

Tim'06

Choonage: Badly Drawn Boy - Epitaph

Poem of the Day:

A Narcissist in Bloom

These days,
Love is what I feel when
I look in the mirror,
Like what I see,
And
Lose myself in that image presented before me.

Tim'06

Choonage: Jurassic 5 - Acetate Prophets

Alright boys and girls? I've not been able to blog the past few days due to my trying to get over the big weekend just past. Friday, the day I turned 25 was brilliant. I had the honour of celebrating with a couple of my mates in Spore. I drank lots of good wine before finding myself at Zouk, drinking too many shots and attempting to dance without falling over. I can't actually tell you if Sandy Rivera (the guest dj) was good. I just know that I had enough trouble as it was trying not to be sick. Anyhow, to cut a long story short, there was a bit of drunken drama between Zouk and breakfast. I shan't go into any detail here but let's just say that being interrogated over breakfast on a hangover the size of Greater Mongolia (and a severe lack of sleep) is not at all pleasant and not the best way to enter 25...lunch on saturday with my grandparents was pleasant enough. We went to what's probably my favourite Italian restaurant in The Pore, PREGO. Turning up with my face all pink and still feeling slightly tipsy meant that I was only able to stomach half a pizza (covered with smoked swordfish....yumyumyum!) and a glass of coke. Operating the knife and fork was most difficult let me assure you! it was a celebration for my grandma as well; her birthday is tomorrow...bless her : )
Anyhow, to stop beating around the bush, I just want to thank everybody who turned up, everybody who sent me birthday wishes, everybody who called me up from overseas, everybody who took it upon themselves to get me drunk.....it was brilliant and it's left me wanting to take a weeklong break from booze. I think I really do need it. My complexion has gone to the dogs again and my liver is still reeling from last Friday!! In the mean time, here are some photos from the past few weeks. You'll see one with me (looking well tramp-like) and 4 of my mates from Scotland (one of the 4 is a fellow anthropologist as well, hurray!), one of Dj Marky trying to feel his headphone (he has got to be one of my favourite djs ever!) and one of me attempting to blow out the candles on my wee birthday cake (thanks Val and Nick for the cake, I love you guys!) but kind of finding the entire process quite hilarious instead (note the excited expressions on my mates behind me!)....Enjoy!
Choonage: Gold for the Price of Silver (Erot Collaboration) - Kings Of Convenience

Poem of the Day:

Not Again

And now with my hopes
Dashed to the ground,
I find myself aimlessly walking around town.
My heart,
Which this morning beat so fast,
Now hurts with the dull ache,
That disappointment brings; a pain I recognise (all too easily from my past).
And to think that I was almost ready
To sing.
Now,
No joy, no laughter.
Just a boy that needs looking after.

Tim'06

Choonage: The Reindeer Section - Deviance

hooray. I'm 25 now. A quarter of a century. Which means that it's time to wear tight clothes and talk about "important" things.Nah, don't think so. A year ago, I was dancing away in the Byre Theatre with my mates in St Andrews, not a care in the world, having drunk about 15 GnTs and concerned only with getting my degree. Fast forward to the present. I'm in sunny (although it looks like a tropical rainstorm this way cometh) Singapore, looking resplendent (and sweaty) in a tank top and board shorts, jobless and aching all over from yesterday's long swim. So, some things have improved drastically since I came back. Like my health for one. I've quit smoking (as I tend to remind you lot ever so often), cut down on the booze and the partying (although you'd hardly believe it if you saw me every weekend), started eating slightly more healthily and begun an exercise regime of sorts now that I've got the time to. Now, to only get rid of that stubborn layer of fat that has gathered around my belly, just below the barely-discernible little set of abs that I'm struggling so hard to maintain. To be honest though, what i wouldn't give to be back in the UK right now, in my cosy little flat on 7 Ellice Place (I miss my flatmates and the friends of the flat), in front of the fireplace, drinking some hot tea and getting all amsterdammed. *grin* Oh well, life must go on. Let's hope I find a job soon so I can actually do some travelling. There is so much to see and so much to do. But for all those in Spore at the moment, let me just say how happy I am that I have you here. I look forward to partying and chatting with you guys tonight. Put on your dancing shoes, get ready your best banter and line your stomachs, it's my birthday and we're going to party cos what else are we going to do otherwise? Peas Oot.
Tim'06
Choonage: Joy Zipper - Dosed and Became Invisible

Poem of the Day:

Sea Change

Today reinforced what you'd always told me about
The Instability of human happiness.
Funny how I felt so good yesterday,
And
Sad that I've slipped back into that pit,
Desperately seeking some sort of sea change,
Sinking head first as I try to look to the heavens for a beacon of hope.
Would I really do anything to feel better again?
I don't know, surely this state, it cannot last.
i just
Can't wait for the present to past.

Tim'06

Am currently recovering from last week, how hectic it was. I forced my body and liver to suffer through 3 nights of clubbing (PVD, Norman Jay, Dj Marky) with friends from Scotland, friends from my teenhood and new friends. My head hurts (from thinking too much among other things), my body hurts (I've started swimming and jogging fairly regularly again), my liver hurts (too much beer and 7-11 booze), my heart hurts cos it tends to (hurt) over the silliest and the most important things and everything in-between. I can't figure out why I'm so lazy with regards to the job hunt. I'm also finding out that it's not proving to be as easy as I thought it was going to be (me and my silly presumptions. oh,how I'm paying). I'm realising that there're a million battles being raged inside me at the same time, each increasingly, seemingly impossible to resolve. I feel like some big, messy, confused creature. A right mass/mess of contradictions, all rolled into this aching body. Roll on, a new life.
peas oot.

Tim'06

Choonage: Mew - Panda

My New Baby; Goldie the Fisheye Camera (by Lomo)

My New Baby; Goldie the Fisheye Camera (by Lomo)
Originally uploaded by buggboy.

And here is my new baby. Oh the fun we shall have together, my dear Goldie (the fisheye camera)! With your ability to capture 170 degrees and my lust for lomography, we shall go far indeed. Say hello boys and girls, this one's a keeper!

R.I.P. CyberSampler (2001-2005)

R.I.P. CyberSampler (2001-2005)
Originally uploaded by buggboy.

I realised today that I'd forgotten to announce that my beloved Lomo CyberSampler had died. One of his springs had broken. Fare thee well dear camera, I miss you and your 4-photo-in-1 skills.

Only in Singapore.

Only in Singapore.
Originally uploaded by buggboy.

Yep, it's true. You can be both poor and a criminal here in The 'Pore.

The door to you?

The door to you?
Originally uploaded by buggboy.

On Sunday night, Selvaraj, Wong and I met up with Alex and Pete (our lovely visitors from the UK) for a couple of beers. At some point in the night, we stumbled across Singapore's Secret Door (I couldn't help but think about Scotland's Secret Bunker). I reckon if I had drunk enough, I might have been able to open it and find my way to you, whoever you are. Unfortunately, the finances did not permit me. Nonetheless, I shall keep trying so don't be surprised when I finally turn up!

There is hope yet.

There is hope yet.
Originally uploaded by buggboy.

So, whilst Spring Cleaning for Chinese New Year, we came across some of my baby clothes that my mum had kept. As you can tell, my true identity was hidden from me for ages. Now, I no longer need to worry about finding the right job and starting a solid career. Not when there're people to save and villains to defeat. Now, get your Kryptonite out of my face, fool!

Having just come out of the shower (post-jog), I must admit to feeling quite relaxed at the minute, a far cry from the Tim of the previous post. Thank god for the use of my limbs. Nothing like a bit of exercise to get rid of the rage. Man, I never thought I'd have a problem with my temper but now it seems like I well and truly do eh? Oh well, I guess the exercise will help. And if it doesn't, hopefully, I'll at least come out of it with a toned physique (ha!).

Poem of the Day:


Shut your mouth.


My heart is beating so fast and
it feels like I can't breathe.
This rage that fills my head,
Is making me see red.
I'm almost going blind.
My fists are clenched
And
I'm biting my tongue.
If I didn't have mum there,
Oh lord, how I would swear.
My capacity for anger is really scaring me,
You'd best walk away now...
For your own sake,
As well as mine,
Please stop pushing me.
For your own sake,
As well as mine,
Please stop provoking me.
I don't want to regret today.

Tim'06

Choonage: Smashing Pumpkins - Bury Me