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.

Lessons learnt from this week

1) Being nice doesn't pay
2) People take advantage of your good will
3) Nice guys finish last
4) Never talk about eating meat in front of Yizhi
5) Pretending that you didn't see someone you know when walking pass by in school
6) One moment of rashness can fuck your life up forever
7) Life is not fair
8) Yizhi is gay

What this means is that I shall be applying my 2nd theorem which is to assume "fuck others before they fuck you". Basically everybody is a fucker until proven otherwise. Till then, Kopi out.

So apparantly people are getting curious about who is the person who slashed his wrist. Contrary to popular belief, he didn't do it out of examination stress. According to Mr Brown(once again names changed to protect identity), Mr Blue slashed his wrist due to problems involving Miss Pink( as always the usual scenario). Ok for those really that curious, he wasn't in FOC. Somehow he seems cheerful and jovial but at times he displays a depressing side of himself. Hope Miss Pink can do something to help allieviate the situation as I feel that part of it can be blamed on her. Acting blur and innocent about the whole situation aint' gonna do both parties any good.

Damn, once again I have blurred out too much. Back to life science studying.

Dollars and cents is the team's new motto, meaning to make every dollar and cent count, we gotta put in our best and play the match well. For a start, our opponent today were an all sikh team who were a strong challenge, some of them being division one and prime league players. The game was played in high tempo and playing as a right back, I had to sub out twice to catch my breath. It was physically rough but played in good spirit. An even match in which we took our chances to win 3-2. There are no room for mistakes now as Helmi has decided to make players who cost the goal or miss an open goal pay extra. On top of that, lest the strikers, there are at least 2 players fighting for the same position, so as Stuart Pearce once said, "each time you play, you are playing two games, your current and for your next".

So the rumour has been confirmed, that a gal from hall 8 has indeed been raped by a bangladeshi while she was jogging a few nights ago. The whole issue is on the low for now for fear that the incident will affect the university application.

But just as I thought the worst was over, I witnessed another incident in the wee hours of the early morning just befored I was about to sleep. Aparently a year one student(shall not reveal his name to protect his identity) had slashed himself in the toilet and was being talked out of it further by the security guard, after he calmed down he dropped the penknife and cried for a while before the security guard ushered him back to his room. I was shocked and petrified at what happened. Is the stress really affecting people till that extent?

Five episodes into season two and I have to say Lost is a damn good drama. I aint' gonna reveal anything much further but just having to say WATCH IT.

According to popular belief, a person's soul upon death will go to St Peter's gate to await judgement. If i ever get to see the gate, basically I'm screwed because it means that my theory was wrong but anyway, I hope that God would grant me the grace to answer a couple of burning questions I have before he passes the sentence on me. I have listed them in point form.

1) Who was the moron who stole my lao fu zi comic in primary one
2) Who stole my Christopher pike book in primary four
3) Who stole my pilot shaker in primary 3
4) Do UFOs really exist
5) Did the chicken or egg come first
6) Did dinosaurs exist first or Adam and Eve
7) Was there really such a creature as Loch Ness monster
8) Who shot J.F Kennedy and why
9) Are there any other civilisations besides humans in the universe
10)Was the Atlantis a fact or myth
11)Was the cia behind the murder of Pope John Paul 1
12)Where was the Ark of Covanent last placed
13)Where was Noah's Ark last placed
14)Was the 1969 moon landing fake as speculated by conspiracy theorists
15)How is deja vu explained
16)Last but not least who shouted 'clean arms until morning la' during my SOA dayz

I mean God has gonna know the answers, after all he should have seen it all, otherwise who is he to judge a person. Would God score a perfect score for GCE A Level physics and chemistry in an hour? He created the world so I guess he probably knows the theory and mechanics behind every phenomenom. It should be a piece of cake for him. Then again......

For the first time in my soccer career I came out of this morning's match without breaking a sweat, didnt even need to change my shirt or shorts or use my towel. I had the last kick of the game with a volley which deflected off Parkin into the goal so technically that arsehole took the credit. It was a playground for us as highlighted by our keeper dribbling up, own players tackling each other( I was amused that the opponent shouted for foul ). The hilarious moment came when the opponent all pushed up pass the half way line and expected an offside. But other than that we played a nice passing game among ourselves.

The week in hall is probably best marked on tuesday following the biggest argument between gazzali and Bruno. The plot was simple with Bruno falsely accusing gazzali of being the culprit shitting in the shower. This led to heavy weight champion Mohamad Gazzali shoving a tight slap on Bruno's face and saying the famous lines "You know my uncle who anot, he Minister of Environment, I will sue you for defamation". I must say the whole scene was fucking hilarious. Gazzali became a famous household celebrity overnight in hall.

The next day during appreciation night, Bruno was teased continously 'hey Bruno put shit in the time capsule lei'. Its amazing how one incident can change a person's life totally.

So apparantly somebody in my hall created a blog to bitch about her roomie. Hhmm it seems that many bitching and backstabbing have been goign around, gotta watch my back from now on.

To sum the week up, I have been experiencing bad luck. Sprained my ankle on tuesday, fell down the stairs yesterday, splitting my slippers in the process. On top of that meeting report dead lines for my elective. Next week had better be good.

I always wanted to be an archaelogist when I was young after watching the Indiana Jones chornology. Being able to travel around the world in search of artifacts completes a illustrious life on earth.

But slowly the reality sinks in, I find myself conforming like the true Singaporean, climbing up the education map, enlisting for NS blah blah. Somehow my dream changed to being a boss of a nice cafe, brewing aromatic coffee with buddha bar music in the background. I think that life unfolds itself when you get to listen to what people talk about at a fixed point. If I were to sit at one place for eternity, I would see all walks of life sail pass time.

I am suffering from withdrawal systoms of my regular fix of Paulo Coelho novels.

The thought of Helmi planning to register the team for NFL division 4 next year excites me. I respect the work he has been doing for the team. Making calls, arranging matches, washing jerseys for everyone and bringing them for the next game proves how much passion he has for the game, mind him he doesn't draw a salary like a professional player. I would like to pay tribute to him, for keeping faith with me even though my first few games for Chong's team didn't go really well. I was a fringe player who only knew how to pump balls. Along the way, Raymond and Joseph taught me much to make me a better player. Thanks dudes. And of course Helmi and Shyam for encouraging me even after a poor match. Thanks guys, without ya all I wouldn't be at this level. I would definitely support Helmi for the NFL division.

I decided to give the team a name, Team Cantona United FC.

My new relative