Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Totally Tim - Da most Driven person.....literally

He’s back!
And he’s ready to write.
Forget that last line.
I think I’ll just type.
Cos my handwriting sucks and I’m better with keys.
My horrible rapping makes me weak at the knees.
So I’ll just get down to blogging. Cos that’s what I do.
Now I’ve missed a few months. I’ve been busy. That’s true.
It’s not a good excuse. Just the best one I’ve got.
If you give me a second I’ll think up a lot.
But seeing I’m no star. No chance at a grammy.
And I’m running out of rhymes. The stress. Now I’m clammy.
I’ll stop frontin like a Brutha. Trippin like a Dawg.
I’ll quit the rappin now. And get started with the Blog.


Word! Ever wonder why rappers like to end their bits with “Word”? I’ve heard Vanilla Ice and other rappers of my time (of course that just goes to show how old the tragic one is) use it or sometimes say “Word up!” or “Word to your mother!” What exactly is the word that they want you to use? Maybe it’s just an excuse to have a crappy vocabulary. Instead of looking at a dictionary for the term you want to use, they just say “word” and assume you know what their thinking of. That would be so cool if we were allowed to use that in school or in exams in test papers. Better still in a crossword puzzle.

12 Down. Eight letter word for nefarious or detestable individual.
Erm….WORD!

Spelling Contest.
Announcer: Spell Chrysanthemum.
Contestant W-O-R-D

Composition

Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word.

Blog Entry
Today in the Tragic Life of Tim, Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word.

Of course that’s just assuming the person you’re using the ‘word’ on, shares your wave length, can read mines, and is in a good mood. Especially when you say..

You: Yo man! Word to your mother!
Him: What the @@$$ did you say about my mum?!

Anyways. Moving along. I’ve had quite an adventure the past 2 months. Nothing really major but its amazing how even small things that happen in life can affect you such a great deal. First up, I’ve moved house. Which in itself is quite a bizarre thing cos when someone usually moves, they usually move to a location more than a kilometer from their last home. I just kinda picked up and headed down the street. Ok well maybe not down the street but to another place in the same neighborhood. When you’ve been living all your life in one particular area, especially one as self contained as Serangoon Gardens, you don’t really wanna imagine staying somewhere else. Too many memories here. Too many familiar faces. Too many reasons not to have to go and study a bus guide all over again.

I’ve also resumed my driving lessons again. Holy cow! 27 years old and still can’t drive. Hopefully that will change after this Friday. Yep the test is here again. Hopefully I’ll do better this time round and convince the tester that he should indeed allow me to join the millions of bad drivers on Singaporean roads. Although maybe this time I shouldn’t try wearing a short skirt and thick make up. I’m fairly certain that’s not the group u want to be aligned with when you want a license. Heeheh. I’m kidding. Better take that back. Don’t want no feminists chasing me with a baseball bat. Of course should I acquire my license, I will be taking to the roads and if you’re a regular pedestrian, you’ve been warned.

Of course there has been one pretty eventful.. erm…event that has taken place over the past couple weeks. And if you’ve been one of the many who’ve seen my msn nicks recently and offered ur condolences. I thank you. Last week, the 17th of May 2005, I had to make the hardest decision of my life. A position that I hope never to be in ever again and if you are an animal lover, I hope one that you will never have to make either. My mum and I opted to let my dearest pet of 16 years go. We had to bring her to the vet and put her down. The fact is, Toffee (her name) wasn’t doing too well for the longest time given her age, and despite numerous attempts to fix her up and nurse her back to the energetic, lively angel she once was, there’s just no winning when your up against nature. That morning, she woke up and could no longer stand. She refused to eat and wouldn’t even drink water. Unable to bear watching her struggle to raise herself on legs that would no longer support her, I wrapped her up in a blanket and looked into eyes which told me she knew that it was time. I haven’t cried so much in years. And as I type this out, I’m not ashamed to confess my eyes have once again started to well up with saltwater. It had to be done. And I did it. I brought her to the vet and ushered my beloved and faithful companion to her Happy Hunting Ground. Despite the knowledge that we did everything for her and this was the most humane decision to make, I will always resent the fact that it had to come down to this. The same way a parent should never have to watch his child pass away, a master should never have to put down his pet. Life can indeed be so cruel sometimes. Nonetheless I’d like to believe that Toffee O is now somewhere better and if there truly is a place of happiness and joy awaiting me when it is my time to go, I hope and wish and know, that I will see her again.

I love you Toffee O. My Dog. My Companion. My Friend.
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Toffee O. 1989-2005. Always Loved. Never Forgotten.

Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you,
Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true
If I only had one more day – Could it be any harder. The Calling.

It’s funny how break up songs can also be applicable to the losing of one’s pet. Moving along. Her ashes came back today in a little lime green urn. Its almost the size she was when we first brought her home from the SPCA back in 1989. Had I known back then how it would feel to have to put her down 16 years later, I may not have adopted her. Then again perhaps I would. We gave a home, a family, a life. Something she might not have had if we didn’t adopt her. I guess that’s a consolation. The SPCA has always been my charity of choice. 2 reasons. 1 being that they are not financially supported by the government, and 2, I tend to be more sympathetic to animals than I am to humans. So if I ever call you a cow, a chicken, or even a bitch, it's cos I hold you in higher regard than humans :)

~Totally Tim - Cried out, dried out and pretty pruney