Thoughts of a GY (who is on leave)

OK OK... I have finally gotten down to it, writing this entry after numerous GYing by the blokes... So here goes the long list of random rants:-

Maybe I should start with the numerous updates on the happenings recently, of which the most recent would be the GY-LS outing. Now the mere mention of this is enough to make my balls explode.

It all started innocously with the BBQ when Fatboy, GYPoh, Repeat and yours truly were Marboroing ourselves and one of us (forgot who) suggested a GY-LS outing:

GY : Ey, what shall we do for GYPoh's farewell?

GY2 : GY farewell confirm must go LS outing lah!!!

Repeat : Hearsay XXXXX just re-open leh... Go there lah! Make it a 1x (jialat)2 for him lah. I on, I on.

Free-er : Dunno leh, maybe cannot take leave...

Since it would only be a few weeks before GYPoh leaves for Down Under, I thought that it would be a bloody good idea from Repeat for once. There and then we already had Fatboy, Repeat GYPoh and myself confirmed for the trip up north.

- 1 week later at some shite drinking place in Boat Quay -

At this point in time we had managed to get more true-blooded GYs for the outing, with the exception of GYAl, who kept our brains working overtime thinking of the perfect excuse for him to explain to someone to go. Makes me wonder why he was there drinking with us sitting at the same table. Ahhh, fug it man, 1 wussy isn't going to dampen our mood. Besides, we were pretty sure that we would DEFINITELY be able to get the VIP room. It was a fruitful night by any means. We had the original 4 of us, with GY1.6metres, his friend SOng, and LoboYeo. Hmmm, we've got a problem now: we need ONE more to make it the perfect 8 so that transport would be "swee-swee" split into 4 a car. "Relak", said GYPoh, "I've got standby personnel". First on my mind was Free-er (at that time, he had not been vindicated). OK lah, we are going to have a good time man.

- D Day H-Hour -

After countless rounds of SMS tennis with the various key personnel, GYPoh, Fatboy and me realised that we have been GYed. With bloody lame reasons. Repeat is probably on the top of our hitlist now. I mean, he could call us and say that he was eveready to go, even mentioning that he was carrying his passport with him already and yet in a space of 5 frigging minutes, say something like "I can't go liao. Friend picking me up. Bye!" 1 down.

Next up was GY1.6metres. Not much to say, because that sonofagun changed his handphone without even telling us. I still do not have his new number. Should have called his HOUSE number, "Hello, Auntie ah. Huh? GY1.6m not in? Can you tell him that we are meeting him at XXX for GY LS outing if he comes back? And by the way, remember to pass him some Ringgit. Bye!" 2 down.

What followed was a SMS reply from SOng giving that boring excuse of having to work the next day. I mean, come on man, we have got 28 days of MC entitlement right? 3 down.

Free-er didn't seem very keen on the onset, so that passed by eventlessly, except for the fact that I would rue his absence, since he had a bit of a reputation for being rather generous. 4 down.

And the king-of-lameshit-reason award probably should go to One. You would have to think of the most lame reason you can think of and that's not even enough. Have to multiply by 10. Square it. Yup. And it's something like this; "I don't think I can go man. I just got home (probably around 9+ at night) and my parents will be angry with me if I go out again....." When GYPoh told me that, I had a strong urge to put my thumb in my mouth and chew it off....... For the love of god, HOW FREAKING OLD ALREADY?!?!?!?! 25 years old and you have a freaking curfew to follow?!?!?!?!

There you have it.

3 GYs who had been GYed big time eventually spent the night watching some lousy football at some lousy pub putting up with the warm tepid air and not a single babe in sight.

And if any of you GYs are reading this and are damn pissed off, I gotta tell you this man: Just too bad. Should have told us that you were not interested/not free/any donkey reason ON THE ONSET, NOT on the onset of the H-Hour when we were about to move off...

Our Last Brother to Leave

With teary eyes, we shall wave goodbye to our final brother going overseas in this recent bout of outflux of brothers to overseas clubs....

Place: Changi Airport T2
Airline: SIA
Class: Business
Dress Code: Business
Flight: ???
Time: ???

GYeo in London

GYeo has touched down safely in London and has already spent a nite there.

He is using a public com now, but when he gets his hands on a desktop, he will update u peeps with the pics.

Take Care Bro!

Guess what? It's me updating the blog again you pricks. Since I've taken on the unwanted position of editor, I urge all the brothers we have all over the world (3 continents and counting) to use this page as a forum to keep all the bros updated about your latest going-ons. Also to show the rest of the world how GY we can be.

In a sombre occassion at the airport, GYeo left us on a plane to London. The mood was damp and the usual wails of laughter that normally pepper our outings, noticeably missing. Tender moments spent were biding him a safe journey. Firm handshakes soon turned into uncontrollable hugs. Tears gathered in many of our eyes as we waved a teary goodbye to our brother.

As a tribute to GYeo, here are some of the pictures we've took in his last week with us.


The night was still young.


Think she'll miss him more than the rest of us.


Getting there...


All happy at the end of the night. I took this picture hence my absence. _!_


The BlinkyMummy sign and the international GY sign seems to have caught up with us.

After all that has been said, there's still one final picture. I believe this should be the last shot of JT on home soil for some time. We wish you well. Take care bro!



GYPoh

Jet Plane 101

GYeo's Departing Details
Changi Airport T2
ETD 1240hrs
Flight SQ320

NOBODY DOES SHITE HERE...

Everyone refuses to do shite for our blog. Even the ones arrowed to do shite!

So all I have to show are 2 group pictures from the BBQ. Suck on it for now _!_



GYPoh

BBQ preview

The Farewell BBQ will kick off on Saturday (20 Aug 2005), for those who aren't aware.

This picture has been used before. But do check out ur roles/updates.

The Demise of our Blog

It is with sadness that I announce the immenient demise of our blog due to the lack of participation. Our lofty dreams of being the No.1 blog are but just... dreams. We now can bury our dream among the graves of other lofty ideas like water-proof teabags and paper umbrellas.

On a totally unrelated issue, I had 2 "celebrity" sightings this past week.

1) Wendy aka Xiaxue
Spotted alighting from a bus at the stop in front of Plaza Singapura was the popular Singaporean blogger. I have no intention to offend, but the truth must be told. This girl really does injustice to the camera. She actually looks kind of decent in the pictures on her blog, even those "non-photoshoped" ones. But make no mistake, in person this girl is fugly (bloguage). Add that face to her dwarfing frame of perhaps 5 feet and you'll get a mental picture of what I'm talking about. I hope for her sake she's got a great personality...

2) Timothy Go, host of "That's IT" on CNA
Old Tim shares the same gym as me. Spotted at Planet Fitness Suntec lifting some weights (P.S. I can lift more than him), Tim looks every bit the consummate professional. He looks and talks exactly the same as he does on the telly. Keep up the good work Tim, whatever it is that you actually do...

On the topic of sightings, I also had a GY sighting today.

1) Alvin Chan aka my FYP mate and total slacker
This GY was spotted at East Coast Park doing something very unGY-like. Tenderly supporting his girlfriend as she rode a bicycle, he looked as if he really was enjoying himself! I guess Alvin proves that there's a nonGY within everyone of us. Way to go Alvin?

That's all I have. No pictures to post as everything I have is not related to the sightings... I pray for divine intervention to save our blog. But then again all it needs is some other GY's contribution! So... _!_ it.

GYPoh Gets Drunk

by GYPoh

The idea of a party was first put forth by a colleague (for the sake of the story let's call him GoodGuy) who suggested a mini-gathering in celebration of the successful completion of our 1st year of work in a prestigious investment bank without screwing up. But this was GYPoh we were talking about. I don't do mini parties! So the wheels were set in motion and the slide to debauchery begin. Disaster was imminent.

For about 2 weeks before the party, GoodGuy and I were scouting around for a good place to hang out. We weren't having much luck in finding a spot that could accomodate a reservation for a party of 20. Then the Gods of Partying smiled on me and a friend managed to hook me up with the marketing manager of DXO. She gave me a guest list and we were in! News of the party soon spread and suddenly my guest list had ballooned to 40. GYPoh is the man!

Friday started out uneventfully enough. Same boring shite at work, same boring shite lunch. Lesser people would have gone into a depression. But I'm GYPoh. Nothing was going to get me down. After negotiating a day off on Monday with my boss, I hastily left the office and headed down to the Esplanade for dinner with my brothers.

GorY, Koburn and Repeat showed up first. Being the GYs that we are, naturally no one wanted to be the 1st to go get their order. Typical. 15 minutes later and still no food. The solution came in the form of GYeo. Latercomers had to get food! Problem solved! Edge turned up with HL and chicken wings and drinks were solved. GYPoh was happy again.

That was before retribution knocked on the door. For being the lazy asses that we were, Koburn got kuay teow on his glasses, GorY got oil on his shirt. GYPoh was still safe! Later did I realise just how wrong I was.

Around the 9 o'clock hour, guests started turning up in droves. My usual party goers were there.

The party kicked off quietly. A minor disagreement started with the waiter regarding the number bottles we were supposed to open before we could get our bloody mixers. Finally settled on 5 and we were cool. Repeat, being the social misfit that he is, of course couldn't be satisfied with Chivas and had to order beer. Hilarity ensures when the waiter doesn't even understand the concept of a 'pint' of beer. NTUC must some retard program going on when it comes to their employment policy. I suspect the waiter must have overheard some of our comments about his woefully inept servicing skills. But if he can't take a joke, fuck him.

It was turning out to be a slow night. My colleagues were sitting around making small talk as if it were some cosy cafe. GYPoh was disappointed. Then the marketing manager showed up (SY) and apologise for not greeting me at the door and making her retard waiter serve us. And comped us 2 beer towers. Woohoo! GYPoh is the man again!

After the 2 beer towers it was all downhill from there. The next couple of hours became a blur consisting memories of Repeat hounding me to play his game of 3-sec. In all my years of drinking I've never heard of a game as ridiculous as his game. All you had to do was pour liquor (in this case Chivas was our weapon of destruction) down your throat for 3 sec/5 sec/6 sec depending on your level of alcohol tolerance for NO FREAKING PARTICULAR REASON. You seriously had to be a retard to play his game. But nevertheless I played his shite game a number of times to get him off my back. A typical dialouge that occurred many times that night:

Repeat: Come on drink up. You 3 sec/5 sec/6 sec, I 3 sec/5 sec/6 sec.

GYPoh: What the fuck for?!

Repeat: Just do it! You can't escape!

GYPoh: Fuck you! Piss off! I've drunk more than my fair share!

Repeat: Just fucking do it!

(after this exchange there were 2 possible outcomes)

GYPoh: _!_ (and leaves the table/couch)

GYPoh: _!_ (and drinks up)

There was an incident that I recalled after looking at the pictures for the night. Some of my colleagues who idolised me (GYPoh is a drinking God) edged me to go french kiss the birthday girl. I didn't realise that it was somebody's birthday but decided to throw them a bone and do it anyway. Not sure if I really did it but looking at the picture the girl did seem rather excited...

The night progressed on with various brothers coming over with toasts to me. Of which I could only recall Fatboy being merciful as I begged for a momentary reprieve. Even GYling came over with a toast. Now GYling never drinks, and when he does, he doesn't really do it in front of his brothers. When he came over wanting to toast me, I remembered thinking 'Fucker probably just has coke in his glass'. GYPoh has a sharp mind even when he's high on Chivas. Naturally I did not drink with him.

Other incidents include the many shouting matches in the toilet consisting of the exact same conversation with Repeat as the one above (yes there's a reason why I call him Repeat). Also the interesting conversation I had with Gorilla in the uni-sex toilet.

Gorilla: Are you coming out? The rest are asking for you.

GYPoh: Get out!!

Gorilla: But are you coming out soon?

GYPoh: Get out!! Just get out!!

Gorilla: Ok but the rest are waiting.

GYPoh: Just fucking get out! I don't want to talk to you!

Gorilla: So you coming out?

GYPoh: Get the fuck out!!

When I was vomitting my dinner out in the toilet, as Fatboy is my witness, I did not:

1. Hold the toilet bowl as if it were my lover whilst vomitting violently into it
2. Lock the freaking cubicle door and refused to open it resulting in my friends having to crank it open using a set of keys

Sometime after the vomitting incident and a couple more shots of Chivas later, I stumbled out of the club (note: GYPoh managed this on his own without help). The waves of nausea came again outside and the remains of my dinner soon greeted me once again. To my credit I managed to eat an oyster omelette and hold a normal conversation with Repeat, Fatboy, Edge and GorY. In our elevated state of artificial high we thought it would be funny to call up Loo and get him back here. Of course that was before we found out he had sent 2 ladies back home who were NONE OF HIS GOD-DAMN BUSINESS. A good roasting given to him for being such a softie and SNAG naturally ensured.

There is something I must add. During the entire course of the night, GoodGuy kept smsing me his various stages of drunkedness. I have no idea what compelled him to do so but him being the stand-up guy that he is, my typical reply of '_!_ you' was put on hold and all his questions dutifully answered to the best of my abilities.

I've no idea how I actually made it in bed but I've been told it was at the courtesy of 1 of my angels present that night. GYPoh is eternally grateful.

Up at 10 the next morning, I discovered that only thing that was wrong with me was my burning desire for food. Probably due to the unfortunate incidents of me puking my dinner out the previous night. I was puzzled at the lack of a massive headache. But I'm not one to complain (when I'm sober).

Another successful night of partying. I suspect Chivas and I have developed a deeper understanding of each other. All bow down to the King! GYPoh rules!

Aftermath

I'm still standing! No thanks to the mofos last night. A typical night of debauchery induced by copious amounts of alcohol. Except this time round, I found myself the centre of unwarranted attention... Screw you mofos... deep.

In a effort to get me "Tucker Max Drunk", alcohol was literally poured down my throat. But I survived. For a brief period of time I was seemingly drifting in and out of consciousness. Luckily for me the GYs I call brothers made sure most of the moments were recorded on film.

Pictures and details will follow soon. Meanwhile, suck on this: _!_

Life - Journey or Destination

Is life a journey or a destination?

I think many people out there believe that life is a destination.

Some believe that winning lottery is the gateway to eternal happiness and blissfulness. Some believe that reaching that certain salary will enable them to live a life of no worries.

In a nutshell, people are programmed to think that there is this one ultimate goal in life and upon reaching that goal, all other life problems would be solved.

But is that the case?

I think that life is a journey and it's about how u live it.

If u are stressed out nut worrying abt this and that thru out your life, winning 50 million is not gonna make u less stressed out. After all, u cannot lose what u do not have. You only have more to lose.

If u have been worrying abt not able the service that car/house/renovation loan, reaching that new dream salary wouldnt make things better for ya ... u will have more car/house/renovation loans.

So why not live life the GY way?

Do normal fun things ... make people laugh ... laugh urself silly ... what's wrong?

Does that mean that we don't take life and work seriouslY?

Does it mean that dying children in Africa do not bring a twinge of heartache to a Gy's hearT?

It doesn't.

It jus means that to us, life is a journey, not a destination - GYs are not too concerned about getting there, but how GY we are along the way getting there.

Brangy & SL (not GYling)

Today I saw Brangy & SL trying to cross the road at Bugis. My GY instinct immediately alerted me to their presence. Quick as lightning, I hide in a corner and carried out my survelliance on them.

In actual fact, it's been quite a while since I last saw Brangy. Was really surprised to see his hair all black again. Where did our blondie go? All these in the name of love? Cos SL din like it?

This, my friend, is the power of love. It has the ability to deliver salvation to a man so deeply etched in hell. It has made our man give up the VIP room in hell for a shot at heaven. It has changed our man into a worthy hero, a knight in shining armour who holds the hand of his dainty beloved and vows to take the full force of the oncoming cars as they made a dash across the road. This, I cannot emphasize more, is the power of love. SL is a lucky girl. Brangy, the doors of hell are always open to you but I guess we will never see you back here again. We lament the loss of a once-so-faithful follower of the GY ways. Come and visit us when you can.

I have to admit that I'm sincerely happy for Brangy. I'm glad that he has left the GY ways but deep down, I hope that he will not forget the GYs enjoying life here in hell are always waiting for him to come back to us. I'm just sad to say that love has not worked wonders on me like it has on him. I wonder when I will be able to do a Brangy.

Until the day arrives, I will be a happy GY.....

Brangy then:


























Brangy now:

I wanna be a Picasso!!! by GY霖

I would like to clarify that it was NEVER my dream to become an artist.

As a child, I wanted to be a scientist. But this is said on behalf of the many whose dreams could never be fulfilled. It is actually an analogy, to bring out the fact that so many of us are never able to fulfill our childhood dreams. Why is that so? I would have to say it's because of this...

Why do I say this the curious mind might ask. Actually, the birth of this post is inspired by a conversation between my mum and I just now. (Who in the world talk to mothers about such topics?) I was helping her do calculations on the e-submissions for her employees when we started to talk about our beloved CPF.

My mum was lamenting how difficult life would be for old people who can't afford medical fees. (I wonder if it was a hint directed at me implicitly) Even with medisave, life would be tough without the support of their children and substantial savings. Besides, I believe medisave does not really pay for the common cold. That is why the government has always emphasized that it is important for us to have savings and plan for our retirement. I have to say the govt is always able to bring ideas across w/o ever having to say so. (I really need to pick up this useful skill).

My mum was commenting on the fact that countries like America and many European countries provide for the elderly and unemployeed. Why can't we be like that? Having studied economics and knowing the benefits of having our self-funded pension scheme (i.e. CPF for us), I tried to convince my mum that it is for the best of the country & economy, that our self-funded scheme is much better. When you provide for the unemployed, it gives them the incentive not to work. It makes slows down the economic progress of the country. I causes high unemployment rate. It's a drain on the country's resources!!!

To all these, my mum simply said this: "I don't feel that I belong to this country. I don't feel that the country cares about us." Hmmmm......

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Never thought about it this way....... Really made me think....

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I have to say she's right in some ways. I hate it!!! I hate to admit she's right!!! Argh!!!!

We work our hearts and guts out. We slog day in day out. Though we work for the money and ourselves, we all work for the progress of our country as well right? (I have never felt this way but I'm sure many other non-GYs out there do) Why is it that the US can care for the poor and elderly while ours care about us in another way.(Yah, FUCK CARE) They leave us for the rubbish collectors aka Charitable elderly homes to pick us off the roads/parks/under the bridge.

My train of thoughts did not end there, otherwise there would be no link to my Picasso story right? I realised that we are being forced to work hard for retirement, to have substantial savings for at least a decent burial. Our parents are forced to instill in us the mentality that we would suffer financially if we do not study hard and aim to be a doctor/lawyer/banker. Learing art or music is good but it will never bring us far. We can never have a good life. You will not have a wife, have an apartment to your name, have a car. It's a total brainwash right from the beginning cos the govt is telling us that we will suffer a life worse than hell if we don't slog our brains out.

It's a known fact that our people thnik too much in the box, that we are too boring, that we lack creativity. Have it ever occured to anyone that we are like this because of our education system, our upbringing and most importantly the CPF? Our beloved CPF is constantly reminding us that we can never stop working to pursue our dreams. We simply cannot choose the path of an artist or poet or street performer or professional sportsman because we cannot afford to fail. If we fail, we will end up having to fend for ourselves cos our govt does not support the unemployed or sick old people. Isn't it abit sad?

A lot of avenues are now closed to us as we cannot afford failure. Although the government is encouraging people to be more creative and have entrepreneurial spirit, I cannot but feel that it's very much directed at start-ups and for the sake of economic development. Do they really care about our personal development? Have you ever heard of the saying that there is nothing more cruel than to shatter the hopes of an innocent child?

I just cannot help but wonder if I could have become an Albert Einstein if I had been born elsewhere.