In response to an ealier post about the things I wanted to ask God when I die, I found out the jackass who shouted 'clean arms till morning la' and didn't dare admit and caused the whole company to stay in the pumping position. It is none other than "jumbu" aka Ben Chew.

I have plan my schedule next week as either going for drinking sessions or attending oppostion party rallies. It shall be my slack week before I find for job.

Yesterday marked the end of my examinations but some how or rather the celebration mood wasn't there. But after a few jugs of beer and jack daniels at Brewerkz, the mood naturally came. It was Phil's younger brother birthday and hell did we make him drink. Afterwhich it had to be celebration at none other than MOS. It felt good to rap again to the tune of 50cent and hip hop music. But the mood was partially dented when a drunkard tried to pick a fight with me. Nothing much happened as Phil and the bouncher immediately step in to intervene. After shaking hands and buying each other drinks, we forgot about the incident and made frenz. How ironic.

With Phil partially seh driving and his galfriend totally drunk on my left, I was worried about either an accident or his galfriend vomitting on me. Next week is gonna be worst when I have 3 more drinking sessions. I hope my liver can survive.

If I had my last 50cent coin in my bank account, I would certainly use it to bet on Chee Soon Juan getting sued at every General Election. There comes a certain point of time in your life when you know that certain things in the world are not worth fighting for. True, heroes fight and die for their cause and get remembered by the masses for their fighting spirit. But idiotic heroes get their backsides burnt and scalded for their stupidity.

I think the reason that opposition parties get a bad name is due to Mr Chee running his stupid mouth off. I can just picture opposition parties reading the papers and seeing reports of Dr Chee and say "cheeb**, must be him and his c***B** mouth again", here we go go oohh ohhh ohh hey here we go oh oh oh oh o hey day and night while we sleeping Dr Chee and his Ch**B** mouth again.

Hope nobody reports this to the papers.

This marks the 25th hour I have stayed awake since waking up at 11am yesterday morning. Ok make it 24 as I squeezed in an hour of rest at 4am. The feeling brings me back to my 'outfield days' of staying awake in anticipation of the enemy forces. "3SG Lim, your mission is to anticipate the enemy coming from the malcom axis." Wait I did and waited for the best moment. "3SG Lim, change of orders, extricate to blah blah blah now. I am amazed at how I managed to keep myself awake for 4days three nights with minimal rest and focusing on the bloody terrain. Phil said that I should join the subaru challenge which I agree with him. Should see how far I go.

I am so happy that I managed to download walk the line and before sunset on sharescan. More movies to watch for the holidays.

Watching Premiership soccer for the past 2 months have made my legs itch for action. Still two more weeks to go before I can rejoin the team again.

There are times when I imgaine myself throwing my notes aside and running headon towards the wall to feel the pain and find out if I am still 'conscious'. My insommia has gotten from bad to worst till I had to get myself drunk last night in order to sleep. Nowadays, my mind has been playing games with me. For the past month, I am either at hall or home, haven't seen the light for a while since. My mind has been limited to a certain capacity and sometimes I unknownly talk to my mind by myself. I may have been communicating with my mind for no reason. I may have had a split personality. Damn I may need a straight jacket.

My pop says there may be a contest in my constituency after all. Well whatever, but I still wish I could see more 'happenings' like what Dr Chee Soon Juan did back at the last GE, shouting after then Prime Minister Goh. That defintely added weight to the words loose cannon. Any check out the blog www.happycitizen.blogspot.com pretty daring I shall say.

My first paper starts in two more days time and I hope this ordeal gets over soon, pretty much looking forward to the holidays, watching world cup, travelling overseas, watching summer movies and catching up on reading. Oh ya and getting fit for IPPT too.

Its disappointing that my constituency is a walk over and I can't get to vote. Slowly but surely, I think my sleeping time is gonna cause me isommia soon. My head is like a time bomb ticking to explode.

After episode ten of Lost, everything is getting more confusing, like how the hell the horse can be on the island and the whole Dharma project shit thing. I can't help but think that the ending is gonna be very very weird. The story is about people getting their karma on the island resulting from something they did wrong in their past. Especially why Hurley wins the lottery with a set of numbers which coincidentally is the same set of numbers engraved on the shelter on the island which also coincidentally is the set of numbers that must be keyed in to the computer every 108 mins. Oh ya the last number is 42, which coincidentally is my NS unit which prompts me, am I also getting my karma?

After deciding enough was enough, I decided to call the campus security to catch those vietnamese mother fuckers for making loud noises in the pantry which has been going on for almost the past year. Unfortunately by the time the security personnel came down, they had already gone back to their rooms. Well i promise them that their luck won't be so good next time round.