Of Furby and Desperados
I absolutely adore Furbs!
Nothing beats him for pure happiness,
When you see him bouncing up and down,
Wagging his tail furiously,
With those bright lazy eyes of his,
Gazing longingly at his snack area above the shoe cupboard,
After a long day from work.
Of course he gets fat!
How can anyone not feed him when he looks at you like that!?
What's worse than not being able to find something you crave in Singapore?
What's worse than trudging through countless websites for hours,
Just to see if they deliver to SG?
What's worse than seeing websites that deliver to SG,
But minimum order is 5000 Euros?
Ans: A website that delivers to SG, any number of item(s) but..... with exorbitant delivery charges!!!
How can I drink a beer that's 9 Euros?
OMFG!
Oh man, how I crave it!
Tequila + Beer + Limeade = A Mad Mad Party!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Friday, March 07, 2008
Mama Mia! It's de Leaning Tower of Pisa, ITALIA!
The Leaning Tower of Pisa, alone in all it's might and glory! (taken by the Euro8...)
For pro pics of the area surrounding the Leaning Tower, click here!
For history of the Leaning Tower, click here!
There we go! Blogging made easy with google-cum-wikinology!
As such, enjoy the following pics of the Euro 8! =>
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
The Reccos Chronicles, Part 7b: Seven Seas of Rhye...
To say that this is a sequel will be somewhat of a misnomer,
since all these happened en route to the trip into the heartland of Monaco, before the Monte Carlo and the vulgar displays of wealth.
This was the trip the €uro 8 dared to make, had to make, and was damn glad they made.
Once again we shall gloss over the arduous journey they had to undertake; the aching legs, the battered bodies(from sitting in the bus for far too long...), the complete lack of any coherent directions to guide them(apart from an innate sense of topography, a rather bare map, and bucket loads of confidence...) and jump straight into the action.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you...
The road and the sea.
Juxtaposition of the natural and the un-natural.
Waves crashing.
They were so beautiful we just had to etch them in our memories, and in our hard-disks.
Various shots.
Oh how we loved the blue blue sea, the ocean wind, and the clear clear sky...
We lament the fact that there wasn't enough time for us to explore the place, to sit down and stare at the ocean the whole day.
It was fleeting, but it was beautiful.
I'll be back there again, I must. Who's with me?
The €uro 8 in various poses.
Spot the odd one out.
Let's see, we have Berd, Sw and Goose with the hands by the side.
Next we have Jase, Me and Beng with arms wide open, ok, Seng has his arms facing the wrong direction but I guess that'll do.
Ergo, through elimination, we have one suspect left.
Yes, he of the hands neither by the side, nor wide open. On the contrary, his hands are somewhat on the chest region, thereby striking an extremely suggestive pose that was fortunately captured by our sharp-eyed shooters.
Elementary, my dear Watson...
since all these happened en route to the trip into the heartland of Monaco, before the Monte Carlo and the vulgar displays of wealth.
This was the trip the €uro 8 dared to make, had to make, and was damn glad they made.
Once again we shall gloss over the arduous journey they had to undertake; the aching legs, the battered bodies(from sitting in the bus for far too long...), the complete lack of any coherent directions to guide them(apart from an innate sense of topography, a rather bare map, and bucket loads of confidence...) and jump straight into the action.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you...
€uro 8 at the Mediterranean Sea!!!
Disclaimer: If you suspect that the ground beneath our feet are rocks instead of sand, you are right! The whole friggin' beach was filled with rocks, millions of them! (I took one back as souvenir)
The road and the sea.Juxtaposition of the natural and the un-natural.
Waves crashing.They were so beautiful we just had to etch them in our memories, and in our hard-disks.
Various shots.Oh how we loved the blue blue sea, the ocean wind, and the clear clear sky...
We lament the fact that there wasn't enough time for us to explore the place, to sit down and stare at the ocean the whole day.
It was fleeting, but it was beautiful.
I'll be back there again, I must. Who's with me?
The €uro 8 in various poses.Spot the odd one out.
Let's see, we have Berd, Sw and Goose with the hands by the side.
Next we have Jase, Me and Beng with arms wide open, ok, Seng has his arms facing the wrong direction but I guess that'll do.
Ergo, through elimination, we have one suspect left.
Yes, he of the hands neither by the side, nor wide open. On the contrary, his hands are somewhat on the chest region, thereby striking an extremely suggestive pose that was fortunately captured by our sharp-eyed shooters.
Elementary, my dear Watson...
Speaking of titillating pictures, I shall leave you here with a very very suggestive picture that our vigilant voyeurs managed to capture.
Nuff' said.
Till next time,
Timmy out
Monday, February 25, 2008
The Reccos Chronicles, Part 7a: Lifestyle. Of the rich and famous...
After a long long hiatus for one of the most regular blogger, Timmy boi(ie: lim bei) have decided to pry the mantle from Berd da Anaconda's somewhat inactive fingers and move on to the next stage of the €uro trip.
Quick refresh if you're too lazy to scroll down: The €uro 8 were left in their pursuit for debaucheries(some of them basically, like Me, Berd, &.. Me, Berd...) when we left them, seeking fun, peace and laughter during the Initials Party and the subsequent PJ Party that only me and Berd da Anaconda were the proud representatives from Singapore(but that's a story for another day...).
With their systems being pumped full of alcohol(which was to be the case from then on), they huffed and puffed and packed and carried and ran up and rushed down.
Next thing they knew, they were on their way to Monaco.
The first thing that warmed their stomach(literally) on the long journey to Monaco was this:
I shudder what might have happened to the €uro 8 without these stop-overs, where we could eat, drink, smoke(for me and Berd) and be merry.
Beng showing us how big A SLICE of pizza is over there.
Wait, I take back my words.
It's not big.
It's friggin' HUGE!!!
They're trying to punk us! That's not a SLICE of pizza, it's like a WHOLE pizza if you ask me...
Plus its cheap. I kid you not.
On the way along the long and winding road, the €uro 8 were snapped out of their slumber, and started snapping the anything and everything they could see.
Reason being: the view was simply breathtaking, akin to the feeling of seeing Jessica Alba emerging from a swimming pool, not the other kind of 'breathtaking' feeling one gets when Sw farts...
The €uro 8 was getting restless though, everyone harbouring the same thoughts: When will we get to go down the bus to take picture.....
This picture is worth every minute we spent posing.
*Although I have no idea why Jase had a constipated smile plastered on his face....
Some shots of the Monte Carlo.
The REAL Monte Carlo, not the one in Genting mind you!
And the €uro 8 slowly discovered that the 'normal' cars in Monaco would be nuffin' less than a Merc! Woot!
The shots we managed to snatch on the long, winding road.
The €uro 8 were humbled by the buildings.
They're like friggin' HDBs built on a slope can?!?!
PS: Some sharp bugger managed to squeeze off a somewhat decent shot of the Monaco stadium. (for the truly blur ones, its the pic at the bottom right)
These were the sights that blew our mind away.
Monaco didn't just have ships.
They had FLEETS of them!
Yatch, cruise ship, ocean liners, schooners... you name it, they probably have it. If they don't, they'll probably buy it to show you.
The €uro 8 were treated to a glorious sight of Monaco, the sheer opulence of the general populace, the beauty of the scenery.. but nothing can prepare them for what they are about to witness.
So stay tune folks. That's all for now.
Let us sleep and dream of the winding road, the bright sky, the curves of the mountains and the deep blue sea.
Let us dream of Monaco once more...
Quick refresh if you're too lazy to scroll down: The €uro 8 were left in their pursuit for debaucheries(some of them basically, like Me, Berd, &.. Me, Berd...) when we left them, seeking fun, peace and laughter during the Initials Party and the subsequent PJ Party that only me and Berd da Anaconda were the proud representatives from Singapore(but that's a story for another day...).
With their systems being pumped full of alcohol(which was to be the case from then on), they huffed and puffed and packed and carried and ran up and rushed down.
Next thing they knew, they were on their way to Monaco.
The first thing that warmed their stomach(literally) on the long journey to Monaco was this:
I shudder what might have happened to the €uro 8 without these stop-overs, where we could eat, drink, smoke(for me and Berd) and be merry.
Beng showing us how big A SLICE of pizza is over there.Wait, I take back my words.
It's not big.
It's friggin' HUGE!!!
They're trying to punk us! That's not a SLICE of pizza, it's like a WHOLE pizza if you ask me...
Plus its cheap. I kid you not.
On the way along the long and winding road, the €uro 8 were snapped out of their slumber, and started snapping the anything and everything they could see.
Reason being: the view was simply breathtaking, akin to the feeling of seeing Jessica Alba emerging from a swimming pool, not the other kind of 'breathtaking' feeling one gets when Sw farts...
The €uro 8 was getting restless though, everyone harbouring the same thoughts: When will we get to go down the bus to take picture.....
& suddenly - Jon, our kickass driver, decided to hiong it.He slammed the brakes, pulled the handbrake and barked out instructions that we had only minutes to snap to our hearts' content.
This picture is worth every minute we spent posing.*Although I have no idea why Jase had a constipated smile plastered on his face....
Some shots of the Monte Carlo.The REAL Monte Carlo, not the one in Genting mind you!
And the €uro 8 slowly discovered that the 'normal' cars in Monaco would be nuffin' less than a Merc! Woot!
The shots we managed to snatch on the long, winding road.The €uro 8 were humbled by the buildings.
They're like friggin' HDBs built on a slope can?!?!
PS: Some sharp bugger managed to squeeze off a somewhat decent shot of the Monaco stadium. (for the truly blur ones, its the pic at the bottom right)
These were the sights that blew our mind away.Monaco didn't just have ships.
They had FLEETS of them!
Yatch, cruise ship, ocean liners, schooners... you name it, they probably have it. If they don't, they'll probably buy it to show you.
The €uro 8 were treated to a glorious sight of Monaco, the sheer opulence of the general populace, the beauty of the scenery.. but nothing can prepare them for what they are about to witness.
So stay tune folks. That's all for now.
Let us sleep and dream of the winding road, the bright sky, the curves of the mountains and the deep blue sea.
Let us dream of Monaco once more...
-- Timmy out
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