Reccos Chronicles, Part 4: Somewhere, beyond the sea...

We rejoin the €uro 8 after a good night(for some, the unlucky ones like me, Berd da Anaconda and Goose da CK Model for the night were subjected to the systematic snoring of Sw aka the Incredible Snore) where they prepare to embark on their next area of conquest.
The port of Dover. Seeing that none of the €uro 8 possess the power to part sea/ocean/water(the closest being Sw who can produce a lot of water and Goose who can freeze the water with his cold jokes), a ship the size of Noah's Ark(or thereabouts) was to be the mode of transport across the English Channel.

Farewell England!

What can 8 guys do on board a ship? Take pictures of cos!

*Note the hand on top of Timmy's head. I've been lao gan-ed by Beng!!!!!!

Not forgetting our ever ready photographer Berd, who is doing some weird pose here.

*Ok own up. Who took this tak glam picture one. Damn accurate portrayal of Berd sia!!!

Like all great adventures, there must be obstacles to be cleared, problems to be solved, maidens to be ravished... I mean rescued, blah blah blah.

For the €uro 8, they faced one of their greatest problem that will plague them for the rest of the trip.

They had to grapple with the dilemma of...

To eat or not to eat.

Tell me. Honestly.

Tell me that you can resist not eating after looking at those oh-so-greasy-and-unhealthy-but-so-friggin'-delicious stuff there.

Coupled with the fact that the €uro 8 have not had breakfast. Or did they? But no matter, they're a bunch of hungry devils anyway...

Behold!

The most expensive(I suppose) breakfast we had!

A grand total of........... £ 7!!! That would have mean a staggering SGD$21 bucks?!?!?!?! (note: lim bei really can't remember exactly how much. But I think it was this amount, shout out if the numbers are wrong...)

Holy sh*t!!!!

For that amount of money I could probably have breakfast for a whole freaking week in Stinkapore!!!

But no matter... a hungry man is a horny... I mean ANGRY man. So we made the right choice in eating. I suppose...

After breakfast, it was another round of scenery viewing(yah, like there was anything else to see other than the sea), cam-whoring(ie: Yz the Snakey Cam Whore), smoking(Timmy and Berd), and of cos, some random shots. Like this:

A excellent example of good parenting. Keep those li'l thingys on a leash. Best if can stuff the hole in their face(which I suspect is the mouth but you never know, these diminutive terrors have a different biological composition from us. They have more mouth than face, if not, how you explain the noise these caterwauling calamities produce)

So cute~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That was to be our first encounter with anything French.
Bonjour France~~~~~~

Once again, we leave the €uro 8 to prepare for their disembarkment, and wait for them on the shores of the land where the snails you get to see are on a dinner plate in front of you...

Till next time,

Timmy out

The Reccos Chronicles, Part 3: Bed, dinner and 1 night in UK

We rejoin the €uro 8 after a short break(due to the fact that the ONLY story teller here was in Vietnamese... I mean, in Vietnam exploring the different er.. culture and stuff. But that's another story) and we find them in the first country of their conquest, the gateway to the rest of the region, a land where the denizens actually speak in a language that is understood by the €uro 8.

I give you: England!Contrary to belief, the €uro 8 did not spawn from the bowels of the earth and were unleashed upon the world through this building. This houses the form of transport(ie: the Tube) that ferried the €uro 8 from the airport to their area of residence.

All my backs are packed, I'm ready to go...

Our residence for the night. The Generator!!! (if you ask me it sounds kinda lame...)

So the place for the night was settled, and with the bags all unloaded, the next logical thing for the €uro 8 to do was....

Yes. Look for food.
Cheap(by the native standards), wholesome(my ass!) food.

Call it a divine intervention, a stroke of luck, or just plain geographical location, there was a shop at the corner just outside the hostel, and that was where the €uro 8 had their first taste of Europe...

Looking at this picture, one might be misled to think that food can be sexy.

Seeing that I just had dinner, we'll skip the pictures on food and more food, focusing our attention to what happened after dinner.

Which was a short walk to the supermarket and a tour around the neighbourhood...

While some of us decided to capture the scenes of the nightlife with an accoutrement known to the masses as a camera, the others decided to explore other aspects of the 'vibrant' scene...

Sw the Incredible Fart trying out the paraphernalia in the middle of the street which opened up to reveal a............ toilet.

Kudos for the Incredible Fart for bravely gone where no man has gone for the spirit of adventure. Though I must say the toilet does smells a tad nicer than his fart sometimes...

Others like Jase the Spagnatan prefer to check out the various options for a somewhat *ahem* unique evening.

There are some who very much prefer to just pose for the camera.

This one looks like he just woke up, or going to sleep, or shagged, or promoting his boxers, or tshirt, or specs. Damn I can't tell.

Here we leave the €uro 8 again, for them to catch up on some sleep, before they embark on their next stage of their European Conquest...

See you in France.

--Timmy out

The Reccos Chronicles, Part 2: March of the Teen Soldiers

They came from nowhere.
Well, actually they did come from somewhere, somewhere in Tampines, in a coffeeshop, watching the Champions League finals, which led to a slight compromise in their timing hence forcing Timmy to give up on precious smoking time and most importantly, the chance to buy a whole chunk of duty free ciggys. Sigh...

The flight timing that will be the start of everything foreign.

Some of us were positively excited and beaming, like this handsome dude here, grinning from ear to ear. Oh wait, that'll be me.

While others were doing last minute manicures(ala Jase), there were some individuals who were slowly discarding their facades and exposing the inner gay... erm... I mean deviant nature, as can be seen from this captured moment from Goose.

"Thumbs up for my zhi moh 5 tais!!!"

Xw, one of the proud member of RECCOS who came down to send off the bunch of misfits so that he can have a bit of peace and quiet without us around.

Ed, our resident camera man. Taking a shot of us for memory sake(actually he wanted to finish up the film so that he can develop them).

The whole chink gang of us. Thank you Xw, Ed and Pei Pei for coming down to send us off. Special thanks to Xw for helping me carrying the friggin heavy book home, although it did made me quite boring-ed in Euro...

Fast forward to Doha, we'll see...

Worst airline ever. Qatar. Bad service, f**ked up food. And the whole friggin plane is full of shit...(muds i mean)

What's there to see in Doha? The sun(what sun?), the sand(plenty of it) and the shit(just look around and you'll see there walking everywhere)

During the transit, some of us decided to pursue a more intellectual mean of whittling away time. Here's a snapshot of Snakey in a more serious pose. We highly suspect he magicked his mahjong KT book to look like an ordinary book bought from the shelves of Kino.

Others like us decided that card games were the best means to idle away time.

Evidently, we have some selected individuals who prefer the good ole' method of scratching one's arse while waiting for time to pass, epitomized by our man whore model of the moment: Officer Mok

This, was the dreary start that the €uro 8 experienced....

--Timmy out

The Reccos Chronicles, Part 1: The Euro 8.

Every story has a beginning. This one began months ago, in (not so)secret meetings by an unholy, and sometimes unruly group of 7. Driven by a desire to seek adventures before they settle down in the dry monotony of daily life, they decided to mark their reign of terror in the far away land known to most(if not all) of the world as Europe...

Parchments of maps were examined, scrolls of wisdom were consulted, any scraps of information were extracted from friends/family/tom/dick/harry, everything and anything that could help in the research was not spared...
And so, days turned into weeks that turned into months, and something happened.
Another evil soul managed to scam his way into the expedition, making it a group of 8.

"Introducing... RECCOS' very own... EURO 8!!!" - Berd (forum post 3584, 15/5/07)

Since there wasn't any objections, the name stuck.

While we fast forward to the day of the departure, let us take some time to introduce the characters in this story who will be with us for the next 20-30 posts(if I'm that free), the whole gang of EURO 8, we present, in alphabetical order.....

Name: Bernard
Alias: Berd, Anaconda

Special powers: Able to summon giant anaconda in between his legs to terrorise guys and pacify gals. Also possess the ability to contort his body into different positions in order to capture the most beautiful(to him anyway) picture.

Superhero type: Mr Fantastic - cos he can stretch some part of his body to quite an *ahem* astonishing proportions.

Name: Guosen

Alias: Goose, Mary

Special powers: Able to chill the surroundings with his icy cold (lame) jokes. Secondary power is the ability to tahan a lot of shit... I mean damage.

Superhero type: Iceman - I shudder whenever I think of his jokes...

Name: Jason

Alias: Jase, Oyster

Special powers: Able to make mountains out of molehills(ie: can "This is Spagna for one whole day. And maybe more...), also able to fabricate stories that are so friggin' lame and ridiculous in matter of seconds.

Superhero type: Juggernaut - can make molehills out of mountains, and is impervious to psychic/written/spoken instructions to stop talking crap.

Name: Seng Kwee

Alias: Seng, Captain Hairy, Li'l Hairy Lamb, 'Superman'

Super powers: Able to mangle his words into incoherent mutterings to the human ears, sometimes, the lucky few get to digest the gems of wisdom thrown out by this Zen-ish individual. Also possess great quantity of hair which are living organisms by their own.

Superhero type: Superman - inside joke/ Spiderman - can shoot web using his hair

Name: Shaowei

Alias: Sw, Army Regular, Farter/Snorer, Miu Miu

Special powers: Ability to piss room-mates off by farting and snoring. Simultaneously. Also possess the uncanny ability to locate quiet and secluded areas for purposes privy to the nether regions.

Superhero type: Hulk - when provokes, he turns green and fart

Name: Teck Beng

Alias: Beng, Teddy Bear

Special powers: Whatever he says is right. No one can or will disagree. Immunity from 'being wrong', cos he's never wrong. Also possess the ability to make people shut up and listen to what he says, only sentinel being able to stop the Juggernaut(ie: Jase)

Superhero type: Iron Man - he can rule with an iron fist if he wants to

Name: Tim Juan

Alias: Tim,Timmy, Smeagols, Fat RP

Special powers: Able to throw smoke screen, sometimes even the whole smoking cigarette whenever, wherever. Minor regenerative powers which is limited to certain organ(ie: the liver) and minor immunity to certain illness(ie: coughing since he's always coughing anyway).

Superhero type: Wolverine - short, hairy, smokes, drinks, nuff' said/ Venom - scared of bells

Name: Yaozhong

Alias: Yz, zhong, snake, lao gan

Special powers: Able to be invisible when the task of carrying the group's tribal symbol(ie: the tripod) is being delegated. Also possess the ability to cheat/lie/connive everyone and anyone.

Superhero type: Invisible Woman(in this case, Man) - can remain hidden when things need to be done. Nuff' said/ Green Goblin - his Yoda impersonation reminded us of Green Goblin, plus he does possess a violent alter ego that entertains thoughts of bashing people up with the tribal symbol(ie: the tripod)

These, my friends, are the unsavoury members of EURO 8.
Let us stop here for now, to allow for the passage of time to catch up, and bring us to the next chapter in their story...

Till next time,
Timmy out

Something new is coming..... Soon.

Ok, this blog needs something new.
And its coming.

Why?

Cos i've just added a few more members to post on this blog.
So Seng, Beng, Goose and Sw.
Please put in some crap here. When you all still have something to write about, like the Europe trip. Or maybe the post Europe trip thingys.
Whatever.
Just write something eh?

--Timmy out

Reccos from NYE to Genting...

Better get this up before you guys start complaining again.
Here's some of the pics that were taken at the NYE bowling session.
Too bad not all of us were there.




Blurry group pic













Victor's Superbowl.











And then, we have:

Bowling in Genting.
How hardcore can we get?











And that's not all, we did crazy things like:


Eating "Are You Crazy or What" burger. Alone.













Playing mj for the whole night before boarding the bus. (Apparently the trip ended with some of them playing mj for the whole of the night too...)









All in all, this has been a great week for some of us, and can only be described with a picture that captures the pure and raw emotion...



Jumping for joy!!!