Homecoming and then some ....

3 weeks of hard-core doing nothing has come to an end for me and here am I, back in the capital of the World, London.

Wonderful 3 weeks, glad to be there when my sister gave birth to a lovely girl and Gordon made a promise for life.

Here's a quick picture recap!

Beach in Bintan. Nice, but EX.

View from 30-50

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

You are better off dead, Poh. Do not hestitate.

The Moment.

Niece. Nice. Niece.

(L-R) Ross, Chandler, Joey.

Eiffel Tower.

Monte Carlo 7

Nerd Test

KOKS....

Poh got 12?

Nerd test

fun!

European Travels

No stories of past glory to regal on my side. Truth is, all that remains in my memory of the past decade or so was a bunch of GYs doing their best to make a fool of themselves and of everyone else... Ah... Good times...

As my body and the velvet sofa of my apartment slowly merge into one, with the sounds of desperate Newcastle fans edging their team on coming from the telly, it is perhaps time to commit the travels I have made in this faraway land on paper (or blog). Updates have been far and few, mostly due to the exasperating speed of my internet connection.

Time edges ever closer to the end of my stay here in London. Dreary and bone-chilling weather it may be, but somehow the rustic charm of this old english city has made me reluctant to bide it my adieu. There's just something about London that draws you in. Nevertheless, brothers back home rejoice and the foxy ladies beware, for April 4th marks the triumphant return of GYPoh!

Back to the topic at hand. Over the space of 2 months, the cities of Paris and Amsterdam were touched by the fire that is me. A painfully slow connection speed coupled with a tolerance rivalled only by a jihad warrior for infidels prevents me from sharing more pictures of my travels, hence make do with what I've got or take a _!_.

My best picture in Paris, taken from a window in the Lourve. The Effiel Tower during sunset. Just partially hidden by a building with the skyline of Paris' historic buildings in the background.

Amsterdam next. JT and I will swear with our lives this is the bridge where Ekin Cheng shook hands with the big bald ang moh in the movie Young and Dangerous. Right across the bridge would be the chinese restaurant where Mr Jiang was shot. I am convinced and nobody try to change my mind.


No visit to Holland would of course be completed without a visit to catch the sights of windmills. Hence after a short train journey to the outskirts of Amsterdam our "dream" was fulfilled.

Paris is truly the romance capital of the world. And of course the Louis Vuitton capital as well. Don't ask me how much I spent. Know that I am an LV whore... Amsterdam leaves you with a erm... "natural" high?

Till the 4th of April then mates!

BraN and his 11 Men

Every man needs his poison

My brothers, I'm here with my latest offering for the blog. My days with you guys over at blk 25 were indeed filled with sessions of endless fun and GYing (and fun as a result of GYing). One of the things which I remember was our love affair with the Konami produced game, Winning 11.

This was some serious kick-ass shit. I remember we started out humbly with just a PS1 and played winning 11 either at my room or at Beng's. We even held a silly Brotherhood Winning 11 competition. I think I beat Poh by an abysmal margin (8-0 was it?), but didnt go on to win the competition. Think Meng or Vin won it. But whatever, all in the name of fun yar?

Time passed but our addiction for the game never quite died down. Jiate upped the tempo when he generously donated his PS2 for the cause. There was no turning back from that point.

EVERYONE WAS HOOKED.

Every afternoon, when I came back from lessons, I would see 2 random GYs seated on the floor of my room, eyes glued to the TV, fingers jamming rapidly on the keypads. Things eventually progressed to the stage where people started having funny theories like Vin's "Australia is the best team lor!!" or Poh's "All blacks can run. Period." From time to time, Jiate and Gord would make a mad dash into my room just for a quick fix of the game. This almost always left me in fits.

The routine for a typical GY-turned-Winning-11-Junkie is as follows:

Morning: Asleep. Come on guys, let's face it. Who the hell wakes up for morning lessons?

Mid-day: Awake. Wash up. Have the 1st winning 11 game to kick start the day. Must win, since the game more or less sets the mood for the day. So in worst case scenarios, play against the computer. 1 star difficulty.

After Lunch: There's no way anyone can start work w/o a game of winning 11 before that. Same rules apply, play till victory is achieved.

Before Dinner: Another game winning 11. The reason being: Still need to wait for the rest to get ready what, so just play 1st.

After Dinner: A game before the prime time show on ch8 comes on. Another game after the show ends. No compromise.

Pre-supper: Slot in a game where possible.

Post supper: There's no way anyone can sleep before a game. Of cos, play till win!! .

A game with Jiate usually ends up like this

Winning 11 sessions are a rarity these days, but the memories remain. I'm never too old for another game. Who's up for it?

Jiate says,

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Not gay, pretty cool