I think playing one half first before another game helps me in the sense of warming up properly. After last week's dismal performance, my touches and passing is slowly but surely getting there. Ok maybe the opponents didn't really pressure the defence much anyway. Its easy especially when receiving the ball and looking up for people to pass to, there are options like Helmi, Remy, Indra or Terence. Yea, ben and Joe, next time shout early like today, then I can send in the long balls again, provided we use the Champions League ball like Kye said. Haha... ..and Teck is a fantastic keeper no doubt he is old, fantastic one on one saves. Looking forward to next week again.

Can't wait for elections results to start. General elections are just like the world cup, coming only every 5yrs. Will there be an upset in Aljunied GRC?

The worker's party rally today was quite exciting as Mr Low Thia Kiang and Ms Slyvia Lim 'shoot' the PAP for certain words they had used yesterday against them. I give credit to both of them because their words makes logical sense unlike some Chee Cheong fun guy.

The last rally tomorrow at serangoon stadium should be the climax and I shall make a trip down.

Diet for the past two days have been nothing but beer, burgers, or lua, chai dao kueik and beer again. Next week die die shall be fruit week.

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 

Yesterday marked the first time in 10years that I stepped into a church. Of course it was for a wedding purpose.I almost overslept in the morning, guess I shouldn't have drunk the beer my sister bought for me the night before. After the tea ceremony, I even managed to squeeze in time for the 'revenge game' against Helmi. This time around we lost 2-1. I supposed the diffence was the inclusion of Terence who played superbly in midfield. Their passing were much better and they seem more confident than us on holding to the ball and giving each other angles, something we need to learn more.

Afterwhich I went home and took a nap before heading down to Swiss hotel for the dinner. Food was fantastic no doubt about it. I met my cousin's cousins who were my childhood playmates. They are now in their late 20s closing 30. Age is finally catching up. Seeing my nieces hopping up and down made me feel old, damn something not really good to know. But the shite feeling was made worst when I couldn't join my cousins to go MOS as I needed to prep for my physics quiz on tues.

My uncle 

Song bo 

food food food 

Nieces 

Dinner 

Two more days to go to my cousin's wedding and I haven't gotten my leather shoes and new shirt. Guess its last minute shopping tomorrow.

I took bus 100 today and was surprised to be greeted by the bus driver. Its kinda unusual to get be greeted but he was rather sincere about it. He even thank every passenger who alighted at the interchange and for that he gets my salute. The service line can get really shite especially with so many Singaporeans being grumpy and cold towards those in service line so I respect what the bus driver did.

The match between Chelsea and Barcelona was not as exciting as I expected, anyway Chelsea lost with Del Horno sent off. It is disgusting to see players like Arjen Robben grab their face and fall to the ground at the simplest push by opponents and even more sickening when they whine and cry on the ground as if their balls were kicked. It is a total lack of respect to players like Alan Smith who give their all for the game, who didn't even bat an eyelid when he twisted his ankle and knee last week against Liverpool. Sure the pain was hell but instead of crying like a fucking baby like Robben, he simply tried to get up and when he couldn't, he gritted his teeth through the pain and took it like a real man. The applause for him by the Liverpool fans as he was stretchered off speaks volume for itself.

"If man can land on the moon, we can beat Chelsea" By Gareth Southgate on the eve on the match. True enough, they trashed a team of mercenaries 3-0. Good spirit and determination prevailed that day.

Just woke up from a nightmare, pretty gruesome, dreamt of some people turning into monsters, something like the resident evil kind.

Anyway, my cousin's wedding is next saturday and my mother together with her sisters have gone on a frenzy this past week shopping for their dresses, altering the dress and etc. Even my dad has a batik shirt ready for that day. As for me, I haven't gotten any shirt yet, not forgetting I need to borrow leather shoes. It is actually a good excuse for me to purchase new clothings but I suppose buying new jeans won't make perfect sense either. Probably buy a U2 shirt during recess week. I am too lazy to even get a haircut, hopefully he wont be offended by my long kim mo.

Sometimes I have to pinch myself to remind me that I am 22 years old, deep down in me I still feel like the 14 year old boy that I was.

It feels strange playing against people whom I have been playing with side by side each other for one year. Nevertheless the 4-3 win was really through sweat and grit especially with my partner in defence absent today.

Oasis are coming to Singapore again after they cancelled their tour last time around for security reasons. Don't look back in anger guys.

A déjà vu is usually a glitch in the Matrix. It happens when they change something

The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work... when you go to church... when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.

Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

To deny our own impulses is to deny the very thing that makes us human

What is the Matrix? Control. The Matrix is a computer-generated dream world built to keep us under control in order to change a human being into this.

You have to let it all go, Neo. Fear, doubt, and disbelief. Free your mind

This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.

I sometimes wake up and think that my life is being controlled by the Matrix. Yea the show was a few years back but the philosophy of the whole show still strikes deep with my beliefs. My parents must have given me the blue pill when I was young and deceived me till today.

Today seems like a long day especially when I have been feeling drowsy the whole day.
Yet I managed to stay awake for desperate housewives, a good drama which never fails to crack me up. Had unexpected visitors from hall 5 who were trying sell tickets for some carnival,upon seeing my old nemisis face Chua YiTian, my answer was a straight no, even manage to sell him the story that me and Alvin and all had been called up for reservist. Obviously he started babbling in his stupid voice of his, a grave mistake on my part.

I am a bit disillusioned about everyday life, I seriously think people are full of horseshit. I still haven't figured out the purpose of my existence, perhaps to entertain the higher beings who are probably enjoying the very comical sideshow of all of us. I remembered back in CJC when the priest lament about how all of us would find a religion when we get old. I still think that its just a bad excuse to reassure us of our existence and securing a place in the afterlife.

My lying has improved over the few months, I am now able to come out with an excuse not to buy this or attend that with a snap of a finger. I should probably publish a book of excuses, I remembered that Aru once borrowed one, unfortunately his excuses were still worst than cow dung. Sorry bro.

Ya I know my life is probably full of shit too, but once I find the equation to snap out of the Matrix, I shall keep it a secret.

Something positive to look forward to, Grammys coming soon

My debut for Helmi's newly formed team was great, good to be back playing along side with Ah bu, the Thais and some new guys, Terence and Chang, who were outstanding in midfield. Shyam ever tireless in midfield is our captain and prospects look good for the start. Managed to do a Rio Ferdinand move today, after observing for a few months, faking the strikers who were expecting me to pass back to the keeper only for me to turn around and bring the ball up. The move is risky but I reckon with Ferdinand doing it every game, I gotta at least try it once.

Time for a nap.

Today's 8-1 win was in actual fact a walk over for us, leading 7-1 by half time and the last goal scored by me, my first for the team courtesy of a cross from conrad. I was guilty of missing a chance earlier from a neat one touch passing with conrad and timonty, only to fire a weak shot at the keeper when I could have smacked it in.

My shin is a bit swollen now, hopefully it can recover in time for the game tomorrow.
Gotta do tutorials now, prepare for my maths and material science quiz next week coupled with saikang for the hall icg events.

Chinese New Year visiting made me realise a couple of things. My grandmother is definitely getting more and more frail, my cousins are starting to give me ang pows, my nieces are in primary school, which means I am growing old. It used to be that I wished to grow up faster so that I could have more freedom, money and free-will. But as the years go by, I realise that my thinking has started to change, I now wish that I could be a kid, all innocent and care-free, no worries about adult life, no worrying about paying bills, no relationship problems that many adults face. Watching cartoons and sleeping after which sums up a kid's day.

I now fully understand why Peter Pan is such a favourite childhood show.It is not just a show, it is the show for everyone deep down in us.

The starting lineup for Team Parry. FC 

New Year mood is runined when you know that you have to switch back to reality world mode in a day's time. But I definitely enjoyed eating and drinking of course, so there are no regrets.

I am so not in the mood to do my maths and physics tutorial, damn it, wish time could stop for a few days.

Life is good 

The first game after so many months but its good to win confortably. New blood managed to gel well in the midfield and prospects for the team look good. I was a bit short of match fitness otherwise a great game for me and my partnership with chin guan. I smell the food now, steamboat reunion dinner coming up. Happy Chinese New Year to ya all.

Shag ah 

Team photo 

Swee Steady Pom Pi Pi

The week has been pretty busy for me. Was in the gym and swimming pool daily from monday to wednesday, pumping bench presses and drop sets, pectorals are pretty sore now but the form is definely back to the dayz in CJC during my peak season for shotput.

During my hall chinese new year dinner last night, I was so close to winning the top prize of 168 dollars in the lucky draw, but my ticket number 43 lost out to Toh Chee Wee's 53. Damn, just when I thought I had it in my bag.

After listening to Phil's problem yesterday, I realised how troubled he has been these past few weeks, hopefully he can remain firm and stick to his pride and honour.

But the good news for this week is the passing of my driving test today on my second attempt. Thankfully my tester was rather slack, giving me a short test only, probably in his new year holiday mood.

I can't wait to gobble up my relatives goodies.

I experienced what it was liked to be a garang guni man today when I was assigned to collect newspaper and clothings etc in a bid to raise funds for the hall. It wasn't easy and it was a workout that could easily pass off as gym work.

Fabian Yeo's grandmother passed away recently and it must be tragic for them to experience these situations in a span of less than 3weeks. Hopefully his sister will heed Zhan Rui's advice to continue her studies.

Finally my flu seems to be gone, I am almost back to full health. The past week has been miserable, coughing so badly one might have thought I contracted TB. Drinking cough mixture and popping pills have left me feeling like a junkie. Even tried drinking vodka straight but only left me high instead of soothing my sore throat.

I attended Malay class yesterday and managed to string a few sentances. The tutor is a big fat but rather humourous Malay teacher. He introduced vowels and basic words for food. The Danish babes were very spontaneous no doubt they speak funny. Overall the class is fun but I am not sure if I will be taking it.

I've gotten myself a new phone after my 6510 phone finally had some mechanical fault. Its been a long time, buying the phone on 19 01 03, 5 days before enlisting into the army. Throughout the past three years, its has went through BMT, sispec, soa, 42SAR, numerous outfields and river crossing. When I traded in the phone, part of me was gone too. Life goes on.

I truthfully enjoyed my critical thinking lesson today. The elective is something like the General paper. The tutor will post a question every week and leave us to discuss our thoughts and views about it and critisize each other. The topic for today was 'what is the difference between religion and cults. My group had two free thinkers, a muslim and a roman catholic, so views were very interestingly shared among ourselves.

The story gets more exciting though, it seemed that some classmates were overly ethusiatic, cutting each other off to speak, even cutting the tutor. Then others started bombing each other, some clearly shooting each other 'no u got the facts wrong', 'no the bible was authorised by constantine'. At one point, I could feel the heat and felt like in Tutorial room wrestling federation. World war three could erupt by next week from these guys.

My classmates are weirdos, those isolated from the rest in terms of physical appearances and speech, its kinda hard to explain. But what surprised me the most was seeing Nigel, a high profile dickhead from CJC. He used to stalk hostel girls, asked his female classmates if they were interested in having sex with him. My friend also enlightened me that he was expelled from ACS(I) in secondary one for emailing the school principal porno stuff.

The day only got more exciting with the tutor asking us if gay marriages should be legalised. He told us about his lesbian sisters and how back in his country Netherlands, his hometown church was actually a whore house.

Never mind the bollocks, I had a smashing day looking at all the dickheads talk. Stange world I live in.

The turnout was poor as expected. But it was fun reliving primary school moments and how everyone fared after leaving school separately. Had a cosy lunch at fish and co and a cuppa coffee at some victorian cafe at esplanade. The cafe was 19th century Engish style, therefore the victorian setting. The waitress named Rosemary spoke with a British slang but was very professional. And she was drop dead gorgeous.

Fish and co 

I am thirsty 

COFFEE 

used to be school bus mates 

can we drink now 

I used to hate him...... 

The saturday team is rejuvenated with Timonty finally organising matches. As for the sunday team, this sunday will probably be my last game before I resign and join Helmi's team. On paper the players are quite good, some of whom I have played with and I think they are fantastic, a couple of players having turn out for sleague youth teams.

Tommorow is gonna be my primary school class gathering. I doubt the turnout will be good, probably only Ian, Minhua and Jeliane will turn up. Chongwei has been telling me 'oh don't worry I will call the rest', well I doubt that prick even dialled a single number. As for those who didn't even reply my sms, well fuck you all you fucksos.

My maths tutor speaks like a fag, the kind who is afraid of students gobbling him up. The lecturer doesn't even fare better, he speaks English as if it was Latin. One thing I have noticed about the foreign students, they are getting more havoc, many of them have dyed their hair during the holidays, pierce their ears and dressed a bit more hip hop. Now, some of them look no different from the locals.

Guns and Roses are finally releasing their album Chinese Democracy in march....hopefully. Axl Rose has been promising to release the album but due to drug problems delayed the release back for three years. It better be good.

I am feeling gutted because my hall rugby lost to the finalist in the quarters. Who knows how far we could have progressed if we had better luck in the draw. I am beginning to really luvv Rugby.

Last night was supposed to be a simple drink session to meet up with Jefferson. Upon Junxian's galfriend suggestion to go to one of Tanjong Pagar's gay club plus peer pressure from Phil, I decide to go in for the experience. Boy it will be the first and last time I am ever gonna enter a gay club. Watching men grope each other, smooching and hugging is not a very good scene to be replayed in my memory.

The stout at Brewerkz was worth trying though. A positve note from last night.

2005 ended with an unfortunate incident for me and 2006 hasn't been a great start either. My grandmother had a fell yesterday and she doesn't seem to be in a good condition. She could barely see me today and these few weeks might be critical. I would say the past few weeks have been really emotionally dragging me down, so everyone please do understand if I may not be contactable.

Today I made a 'visit' to see Fabian again. To be reminded of the incident is not something pleasant and I hope to get over it soon. His mother spoke about how proud she was seeing that her son had so many good friends as she recounted her last moment speaking to him and how he was always so busy working that they seldom saw him at home. Apparantly after a week in army, he went straight to work after book out and straight to camp after work. I am glad to see the family looking better now and I wish them all the best.

My neck hurts, shoulder hurts and thighs defintely aching. All these as a result of yesterday's inter hall rugby. Amazingly, my hall created another history by entering the quarters for the first time.

But it wasn't really a smooth one though. The night before Andy was feeling pissed off that we didn't have any structured training and was certain that we were gonna lose. However with Clemence showing such gusto and tenacity, we were all psyched up for the win against hall four. Well, the night before we had a bet that whoever scored the first try would get a free lunch from Colin, so it could explain why Clemece was so 'hungry'. The next match against hall two was tough and many admitted afterwards that they were intimidated by them. It was an evenly contested match, eventually Adam proving to be the deciding factor with his winning touch. I love his inspiring pre-match speech too. There were ugly scenes with the opponents throwing punches at Colin resulting in him having a nosebleed. From then all every ruck was like wrestling.

I didn't actually get to touch the ball , but I was involved in every tackle and every maul and scrum. Tackling is fun, locking your eyes on the fucker charging to you and bang bring that son of a bitch crashing down. But take it from me, being piled on is not fun, smelling everybody's sweat. In fact, no one manage to get pass me. But the price to pay is a bleeding ear and injured cheekbone.

Till then, Happy New Year.

The past two days have been moody and solemn for me upon receiving news that my section M203 guuner died in an accident on christmas day.

The first things that comes to mind is the optimistic nature of Fabian, ever confident and curious in many various things, like how the bronco operated, how the GPMG functioned. He was of great help in mounting camouflage net, mounting side skirts and signal sets. He was intelligent, giving me his motorcycle spray to wipe away grease from the bronco. At my shackest moment in climbing mount biang, he offered to lessen my load by carrying the mg rounds.

Its sad to think that everyone gathered under this circumstance instead of meeting up to do reservist in camp training. Its hard to accept that someone I know is actually lying in that coffin, the gut really hurts when reality sinks. I hope that no one else has to suffer again.

Thanks for being of great help and for the everlasting memories, cause thats how I will remember you. Rest in peace.

Tomorrow was supposed to be the day where I was gonna meet up with my primary school frenz for lunch. Apparantly I was tasked to organise and god knows what went through my mind at that time, I blatantly said ok. Initial response was good until sms kept coming, ooh I got appointment with my fren, ooh my braces hurt, sorry dude. So damn it I don't give a fuck too, rather have outing with my warsteiner beer.

Tv is boring and I am a bit sick of re-watching my dvds. The afternoon sleep was spoilt by the loud music from a malay wedding and I can't decide which day to book my ippt. I personally feel that Singapore needs more controversies to spice up the newspaper, something like director of MOE caught with pants down with secretary in pantry room, principle of ACJC caught sleeping with 2 JC one girls, chief of army caught documanting SAF funds, something like that.

My great grand-father should have stayed in Taiwan instead of coming here.

With some controversy, the hall caused an upset by beating hall one by a single goal courtesy of vincent. Lots of protest by hall one players but the decision stood and we prevailed. Clemence was simply outstanding today in goal pulling off a fantastic save from the corner of the post.

Dead tired now and I just want to rest my legs from all the training.

The miracle that I was hoping for never came, that is to pass computing. Gotta work harder to pass it next semester.

This is probably my last month of slacking before I start working my socks off for next sem.

Christmas has come too early.

The hall managed to salvage some hope with a 4-0 win over hall 13 today which means thurs we have to play again. I was expecting to lose so that I could stay at home and watch dvds. Other than that the econs results were out. I got a c+, was expecting a B actually, but my worst fear is still computing, really hoping for a miracle now.

Tonight I shall give my stomach a rest. For the past three days, I have been sampling different brands of beer, hoegarden, stella, becks,sapporro, carlsberg, warsteiner, everything taste the same to me now. Last check, I've still got 7 more bottles off my shelf.

With the new year approaching, I did a reflection of the past year. So far 2005 has been a great year, lots of ups and downs. I know next year will even be better. My new year resolution is to be more forgiving, forget past feuds and sample more brands of beer.

Santa I have been good this year.

Today's rugby training was fruitful, with Thai Hoe teaching me passing and Darren helping out with training. Had a mini celebration, Andy cooked mee goreng and we drank vodka with orange juice and my hoegarden beer. My head is kinda spinning as I am writing this. Gotta sleep now to go gym tomorrow.

My legs are again officially numb from today's rugby training, really hate those lunges. We were just at the right time at SRC to celebrate the men's basketball team win hall 3 by one point, some respite at least considering the female team lost 72 nil yesterday, don't ask me how that is possible.

I was so thrilled that Danni won the million dollars instead of stephanie. How could everybody not vote stephanie out in the earlier rounds, she already had her chance last season, she is a threat in immunity challenges, she always gets chosen to accompany the winner on rewards, she practically pulls the string in the alliance. Danni on the contrary is such a clean and sexy gal, all the more deserving. My personal favourite though was Judd.

Fuck, as I am writing this, my father has just returned back and informed me that my bicycle outside has been stolen. I know its a cheap and lousy bike, but surely that doesn't warrant others to steal, c'mon where is the integrity in the world nowadays. I have my reservations as to who might steal it but I shall refrain from writing who, lest people accuse me of being racist.

Fuck

I am officially in nua mood now, fixing my ass on the sofa everyday, probably clocking at least 7 hrs watching tv or dvds.

My legs feel damn nua too, although there wasn't much running done in today's 5-1 win, there was the occasional covering up for chong and tiong, those dudes really make my life horror with their slips up. Otherwise Eugene aka street fighter was back, missing three glorious chances and provoking the opponents to fight with his usual bust ups. There isn't one match where he doesn't try to wind people up. Ah Bu was magnificent, scored a piledriver. Mr Chen Deyi played us out, saying he would be there after church for the second half, but pulled out his usual david copperfield disappearing act.

I don't think I am gonna be ready for next sem.

I had a great laugh watching kingdom of heaven today, the part especially when the priest says 'convert to islam, repent later'. Even better, last night I watched a few good men with my sister. For two hours, we were seated motionless, though she did not mention it, we both knew that we were just waiting for that part.

Jack Nicholson (Col. Jessup): You want answers?
Tom Cruise (Kaffee): I think I'm entitled.
Jack Nicholson (Col. Jessup): You want answers?
Tom Cruise (Kaffee): I want the truth!
Jack Nicholson (Col. Jessup): You can't handle the truth!

And there many more dvds to be watched.

Now I know why Eric cantona retired at his peak. People should go out on a high instead of living past their sell by date. Take Madonna for example, I mean don't get me wrong, I liked her music but perhaps for her age, she should dress in something more decent. Her video hung up really exposes her flabby thighs, not really a great appetizer if you are about to have lunch. Not forgetting Mariah Carey, somehow she doesn't seem to age at all from the first time I saw her on MTV in primary school till now. Her dresses all always the same, seams spltting at the thighs. She should really cover it up, those thighs can really give the chickens in Kenny Rogers a run for their money.

Watched super size me a couple of hours ago, well it is gonna put me off fast food for a while I suppose. The servings are really enormous so that explains it. I wonder what would happen if say a Singaporean embarked on a one month eat nothing but roti prata, char kway tiao, kway chap, or lua and drink teh c peng. I think the results will defintely beat super size me.

Can't wait for hollywood clicks to send me saw. My patience is running thin nowadays.

Reflecting on the past few hall matches, I feel that I have finally understood something. For the past one year, I have been pumping balls to the midfield from the defence. Whenever the wingbacks got the ball, I used to maintain a straight line with them, giving them no angle to pass back to me. From the past two matches however, Li Chang has taught me where to fall back to let the wingbacks have a good angle to pass back the ball, we even played a bit of ball distribution in our own penalty half, something like what we get to see in the premiership, passing from one end to the other within the defence. I feel that it allows the team to hold better possession. Well at least something positive to think about.

I hate losing. Especially by a score of 4-0. I felt that I put in a credible performance, juz that I don't really get the team tactics. My legs badly need a rest.

I managed to find a book by Neil Gaiman in the library over the weekend. Smoke and mirrors. The concept though simple but really brings out the gist of the whole book. I am running out of cash, damn wish I could work instead of taking part in hall activities.

So finally as the week comes to an end, my legs get to rest. Basically I have been playing full match soccer since sunday, monday, wednesday and friday. Beat that lampard. My leg muscles are starting to feel tight now especially just a few hours ago when I had rugby training. Injured my shoulder and toe, well it is a very physical game but scoring a touchdown really ups the adrenaline rush. Hope I can recover in time for monday's ganme.

The opposite meaning of chaos is determinism.

Finally my hall manage a win today, but truth be told, we won against a lousy team. But at least there is morale after monday's 4-1 dubbing by hall 11. Why are there no good movies out yet, its december for god's sake. I am juz wasting time again. Shikes.

Ok I know my sunday posts are getting passe but bear with me. Today was a very relax game for me becoz most of the time we were attacking and so tru out the game all I did was to take goal kick well actually only two becoz like I said the ball was in the attacking half most of the time. Shyam was outstanding in midfield while ben and bull were dancing with the ball doing the usual cha cha bom steps. And its always good to see Kim back. By the way, for the record, today was the first time apple said goodbye to me.

This is the life. Watching tv, reading books and playing soccer. Wish december will last forever. Kudos to central tv, they are showing the local short film marathon tommorrow night.

Exams are finally over. I have come to the end of the semester. Or have I? As smashing pumpkins once sang, 'the end is the beginning is the end'.

Anyway I had a great time drinking with Phil, ernest aru and alvin last night at clark quay's one night stand. Stella beer was surprising quite smooth and of course so was hoegarden.

Tonight channel five is airing traffic. Watch it people. Great movie but I reckon many scenes will be censored out due to explicit content.

Why does it always have to end this way. Kinda of like the x-files, leaving no clue or answer. Guess I juz have to wait till next year march for lost season 2. I suppose the more I watch it, the more I find that it relates the part of my life. Life is like a roller coaster, it brings you up and down.

In a couple hours, I will be a happy man. Last paper. All these while.

Anyway my sister is back, which means end of world peace. She has been on the telephone daily arguing with M1 over handphone bill charges. Apparantly she got robbed in France and her whole hand bag got stolen so everything is messy. Expensive lesson for her.

I am suppose to feel excited about the end of exams but ah beats me.

By all accounts I enjoyed the game today. The passing groove was back and there were no senseless long balls. Oh ya I have to mention, one reason is largely due to the absence of mr ping guo aka long ball specialist.

So I read the papers and what do I see. Pianist who escaped NS returns and pays only a meagre 5000 bucks fine. Cool thats what I shall do to my son. C'mon that is pure horse shit. Bollocks. Escape two years and pay a fine? People who serve NS and awol get a whole lot worst. Now 5000bucks for that is peanuts.

On the other hand, this whole thing could be a scam. They could be trying to lure others who escaped last time to make their way back. And when they do, 'gotcha'.

Thanks Keano for the meomries. I shall always remember you for that header against juventus and the taunt at viera. Through good and bad times, you have shown what a great leader is all about and embodied a fighting spirit each time you put on that red and white jersey. So it seems Manchester Untied have opted to rebuild a new squad. Good luck to them. Just remember, Rome wasn't built in a day.

So for the past three nights, I sort of joined the ranks of a counch potato, watching tv all night long, drinking heineken. Speaking of which, there is no more beer in my house thanks to me. Hope my dad doesn't get too mad. But hey not to worry, my sister is coming back from france with instructions to get more beer from dfs.

I seem to be able to jog longer nowadays. Could it be due to beer? Or is this all but just a dream.

Why is it that channel 5 keeps repeating batman and robin over and over again. Its not as if it was the best out of the whole series, c'mon it was the worst ever batman film in the franchise. They are showing it again barely three months ago.

Life is great. Don't you think so. Why is the sky blue.

After a month long absence, I finally played soccer again. What better way to start again by playing against the ah beng team that wanted to wallop ben chen up last time. This time around, many of the ah bengs were missing, I presume squatting in prison cells. Apple tried to 'gei kiang' in the second half. Inside our own penalty box, despite being pressured by three people, he refused to pass it to me or wu, instead tried to dribble himself. Of course he didn't make it. But rather than chased back the ball, he simply walked and gave up. You son of a bitch. Staff seageant so what?

Enough said. Exams are more or less over. I finally have time to read the time traveller's wife book. Accompanied by cafe nova in my other hand, what more can I ask of life.

Orchard road is not a shopper's paradise. It is a DSL(Donation, survey and Leaflet) paradise. You can barely walk for more than 20metres without being stopped by someone with the above few purpose in mind. Somerset MRT is a haven for people asking for donations while heeren is a ideal spot for surveys. Well I can't help but snigger at a singaporean today who was stopped by a gal. Gal to chinese guy "sir are you a singaporean?" Guy to gal "No I am a African, can't you see I am black". I think I should start brainstorming a few punchlines myslf.

Manchester United's victory over chelsea on sunday taught me a valuable lesson that I will probably never learn elsewhere. When your heart, mind, body and soul are as one, nothing in the world can stand your way. The way Man Utd played was supendous, without fear in their eyes, instilling a "come get us" attitude. They worked their socks off and throughly deserved their win. If only I could study as hard as the way Man Utd played, I will definitely get the results.

But sometimes hardworking people don't get what they deserve. I shall call this the "goal theorem". Some people can dribble the ball, weave magic, create chances, display fancy footwork yet just don't score. Sure they get recognition, but they don't win the game. Whereas some people, slack around, don't do much work, wait for luck to fall from the sky but yet at the crucial moment just stick out their foot and score the goal from someone else hardwork. A perfect example would be Kenny Low or Van Nistelrooy. Just for laughs.

Thats what I love about Manchester United, through good times and bad, they never fail to deliver the goods. They just have that knack of beating the odds. When the odds are heavily stacked against them and everything seems lost and hopeless, they produce a miracle. It just gives me the belief that life is worth fighting for and that everyday is another new day. Well done lads!

There is no shortcut to success in life

Depeche Mode
Its no good

I'm going to take my time
I have all the time in the world
To make you mine
It is written in the stars above
The gods decree
You'll be right here by my side
Right next to me
You can run but you cannot hide
Don't say you want me
Don't say you need me
Don't say you love me
It's understood
Don't say you're happy
Out there without me
I know you can't be
'Cause it's no good
I'll be fine
I'll be waiting patiently
Till you see the signs
And come running to my open arms
When will you realize
Do we have to wait till our worlds collide
Open up your eyes
You can't turn back the tide
Don't say you want me
Don't say you need me
Don't say you love me
It's understood
Don't say you're happy
Out there without me
I know you can't be
'Cause it's no good
I'm going to take my time
I have all the time in the world
To make you mine
It is written in the stars above
Don't say you want me
Don't say you need me
Don't say you love me
It's understood
Don't say you're happy
Out there without me
I know you can't be
'Cause it's no good

I cheong last night ah,
I cheong the night before,
now i cheong like I never cheong before ah,
and as i cheong ah,
unhappy as can be...,
together.....,
forever......,
sibei du lan....

Naughty Naughty

Go checkout www.punchaceleb.com It is a lame website but after being so stressed about the exams, the whole thing became a good way of venting some frustration. My favourite was simon cowell and of course wacko jacko.

My father is worried for me because he caught me adding vodka to marigold peel fresh orange juice and aloe vera apple juice. But anyway the taste isn't so bad. I am getting more paranoid as the dayz go by. I even dreamt of my sunday soccer team last night. Can't wait for the exams to be over. When it is over, I shall visit clarke quay every week, watch movies,borrow LOST and take my time viewing it. Shall finish up reading a couple of books. One point to note, I shall stop reading Paulo Coelho books. I used to like the stories because they were philosophical and enlightening, but I figured that part of my depressional mental state is attributed to the stories having mostly sad endings.

Wish me luck for the exams. When it is over, I promise I shall regroup the Attar Prata, Brewertz annd chomp chomp gang.

Man Utd took a beating last night and I hope that will knock some sense in them. I remembered back in 1998 when they were doing poorly, they lost to middlesbrough. After that match they just couldn't stop winning and old trafford was really a formidable fortress. It reminds me of the time in 42 when my platoon had some problems and Ngiam told our platoon specialists to whack them. I argued that it would cause the morale to hit rock bottom. But according to him, that was precisely the point because eventually, a person's morale cannot possibly keep going lower and can only go up. Thinking back now, it was probably the only sensible and logical words that came out of his bullshit mouth.

Speaking of which, Ngiam kinds of remind me of Homer Simpson, a loser who often does stupid things and is kinda of dumb. By comparison, there isn't really much difference between them. But make no mistake, I still love watching -the simpsons,it is argubly the only cartoon that can crack political jokes in a mature kind of way. I miss beavis and butthead though.

Watching survivor today just reminds me of the urban jungle that I live in. The world where people smile at you but deep down can't wait to cut your throat. I think many people are straight out to get an edge over another, its just a matter of applying some sly methods.

People change over time, simply either for the better or worst. Over the years, I probably change a bit of my character here and there, but I am still the same image I see in the mirror. I do feel that some people change their personality for reasons here and there. I couldn't give a hoot of what others think of me, making me change the way I run my life, ain't no point, its like letting others run rule over your life that you can't even recognise the image you see in the mirror.

Sometimes people ask questions for the sake of asking. Sometimes you already know the answer before you get back the answer. But we just wanna confirm if the other rat can look you straight in the eye and tell you the answer you were instead expecting.

I hate being lied to. Sometimes I try to believe the truth, but the gut can tell you that it is a deceptive lie, a smoke-screen.

I have a new theory, called the 'tidal wave theory'. To elaborate, people go with the wave current of the ocean simply to stay afloat and alive. It ensures that they are in the mass majority and regardless of whether they agree or not, they just join the boat. When the boat sinks, they jump off to another boat and sing a different tune. I think many people are guilty of lying to themselves to save face and skin, to avoid scoring own goals and embarassment. They kinda of say this and that to hide the truth behind their real feelings. They try to convince and console themselves but deep down express regret and disappointment at their own short comings and failures.

I think life is a manuscript.

To cap my day, I had a successful street soccer performance today, scoring one goal from half way line, a volley off my chest that knocked out hall 13 and another from a penalty. Yea our team of underdogs made it for five games straight. I attribute the goals to my adidas street soccer shoes, great feeling.

Met my NCC seniors in the hall canteen. They were the two biggest bastards in NCC and each time we saw their face met only two things, 'ah whole lot knock it down or ah see that tree over there go touch it.......I got say that tree meh I say the other one mah'. Surprised that they could make it to NTU thought. Haha. Back to my maths tutorial.

Sad. Simply just sad. I flunk my driving test today with 38pts. Strike kerb, insufficient acceleration, causing other vehicles to slow down. Darn it. I gotta say that the tester was quite nice though, telling me my mistakes and how to correct them. The vehicles on the road were all giving way to me, yea my instructor even joked that their slowing down for me cost me the points. Speaking of which, that old fart was particularly nice today, paid for my retest, told me no hurry to pay him back, sheltered me from the centre to his car with his umbrella. So touched, ok dun wanna sound too cheesy.

The rain sums up my day. The light drizzling really sets the tone for my mood. Darn it. I probably spent about 1500bucks already. The hole in my pocket is just gonna burn deeper. Told my dad and he laughed at me, told me that my retest during the chinese new year will probably be easier with lesser cars on the road. Kannan told me not to worry and study hard, Alvin told me try again next time round. Thanks dudes.

I guess I can only carry on from here. Lift my head up, pull my socks and walk on. Follow my favourite team's example, Manchester United, come out from a defeat and battle on harder.

But still.....aarrhh I want my mommy........hee. Just kidding, hey need to chill out right.

I received a message from Helmi and it seems that he is ready to break away from the sunday team and form a team on his own. According to him, many junior players are sick of the team dynamics and ready to move on. I for one believe that it is primarily because of Apple.

Now here is the dilemma. I agree that playing in chong's team is getting kinda stagnant and I don't find any fun playing for them anymore. But assuming I leave, its like letting him down not forgetting his team gave me the exposure to learn. So do I bite the hand that fed me? Honestly I don't know. Guess thats what happened to West Ham united.

I shall put my contract on hold first. Haha.

I am currently brain dead. Studied Physics over the weekend and Biot Savart's Law really squeezed the brain cells out of me. My dearest mom told me to sleep early and even went to buy birdnest for me. So touched.

As for my dad, oh he wouldn't give a damn for anything in the world. I mean, he wasn't really happy when I got into NTU engineering. I mean most parents would be proud if their children made it to university but because all my cousins went to at least VjC or HCJC, he wasn't pleased when I told him I went CjC. " For christ sake, ur sister graduated with first class honours from NTU accountancy, your cousins blah blah blah.." Seem like he will never get content unless I get a doctorate. Wasn't he not the one who told me when I was young 'son be content with what you have in this world for there are more people less fortunate and worst off then you'. Sure thing Dad.

Hey I still love my dad, just a bit stressed nowadays. I can't wait for the exams to be over. I promise myself I will really party hard. Darn it.

Ok so today I am happy for 2 reasons. Firstly, I got the highest grade for mathematics among my Singaporean peers, where everyone got either E or F while I got a C minus. Yea not impressive but hey at least I beat them, many whom just two weeks ago came out of the tutorial room boasting that they could get full marks. Haha suckas.

But what about the foreigners? Oh well lets not mention about them, basically they are in a league of their own, something like the champions league. They are untouchable. Back to the topic, oh ya secondly I am happy because I got the 2nd highest score in my class for my econs test. It hasn't happen in a long time and I am just so thrilled. It feels good to see their reaction when they found out that I beat them considering that they had background and were the experts while I was the newbie.Today is my moment of glory.

But before I get too carried away, let me get down to earth, I actually copied from two people for the econs test. Damn why do I have to burst the bubble dream.

The weather recently is quite to my liking, because of the rain. Its so cooling and soothing, just the perfect condition for sleeping. Makes me sing the garbage song 'only happy when it rains'.

Been studying for the past two days which led to my dad asking me why I am studying so hard. He thought university life was suppose to be slack. Hhmm I thought so too.

Happy 21st birthday Toh. Guess your party last night was a mini gathering of the 42 people. Met up with some good friends and fuckers, no wait just one fucker. Ok but I shall refrain from being mean again, hey I am reformed remember, all understanding and forgiving.

My mom gets to go Taiwan at the end of the year via company sponsor. I am so jealous. I LOVE travelling! I really wish to tour Europe and experience the culture there. Bet my sister is enjoying life in Paris now. Maybe during my third year attachment I should op for a european country. As James enlightened me, he explained why gazzali(some clown in my hall) has a beer belly. Apparantly he went to Germany for his attachment. And what do you do IN Germany? You do what the Germans do of course, that is take part in the october beer fest and slam beer with the buddy next to you. Won't that be lovely?

Did my effective communication presentation today. Started off a bit nervous because I was constantly looking back at the slides to read the words. Yea thats what happens when you don't prepare.Last min then prepared my lines. But everything went smoothly and many felt that my group was the best. Daryl, a very 'extra' guy in my class wore a long sleeve shirt hoping to score some points, yea but he match it with jeans and best, sports shoes. Me and kannan couldn't care less and wore normal polo t shirts. In the end Daryl stuttered, shook from left to right and sounded like he was going to cry.

Went on for my physics tutorial class. Was sitted early with Kannan toking cock as usual until a guy walked in. He looked like a cock and gave me the jiao bin, 'hey this is physics class right'. He proceeded on to ask me if I felt army more xiong or jc more xiong. Like whats up with that question dude. Told me he was from AJC and a clerk in the army. Said the warrant officers there were not the ones that bullied him but rather his fellow clerks. All this while he was talking to us while we did not tok to him or bother to listen. He seemed rather happy talking to the walls. Its freaking strange how this pal landed up here, hey planet mars is far away from here dude.

Chatted with my china friend Yaying. Anyway its her 20th birthday tommorrow. She is quite a nice gal, from xiamen, a hokkien and also shares the same surname as me. LIM. Hahahaha. But the more we chatted, the more she missed home and i decided not to talk too much about china. Damn, exams are getting near.

Took a beating from hall 6 today. They won't really good, just that we suck. I suck too, tried playing the strikers offside but without linesmen, I shouldn have known better. Yea, Roy is a very calm centre back, the best I have played with so far. I think my position gave the strikers chances to play onside and score. So, for now, I am warming the substitute bench. Just like my Rio Ferdinand. Ivan is one hell of a midfielder, plays like edgar davids, doesn't give the opponents any breathing space. Hope he plays for my hall.

Great fightback today, coming from 3-1 down to level 3-3 with Eddie and Andy scoring the goals from solo run in. Apple was pretty quiet vocally as he gave away a lot of balls by holding on to it for too long. Even the referee told him to change his style.

I showed glimpses of my own self, clearing the opponent's ball with my first touch and with ferocious power, which used to be my trademark. Chong said "so long never see your thunderbolt" meaning its been awhile since they saw me clear balls with sheer power. I could even hear the smacking of my boot on the ball. But I still haven't figure out why they like clearing of balls, I used to think defenders should always bring the ball out of the penalty box and pass it to the midfield instead of aimlessly whacking away the balls. Guess thats why we are amatuers.

It really makes a difference to ya day when you come out from a game with a great performance. But this shall be my last game until my exams are over. Till then, physics and computing will come first.

In today's edition of weekend TODAY, there is an article that suggest singaporean bloggers are suffering from 'jekyll and hyde' syndrome. To a certain degree, I feel that there is validity in that statement. I sometimes feel that my blog is my alter ego, whispering words to my ear, telling me what to write, be it good or bad. It allows me to show a certain side of me, a dark side which I don't show to the outside world.

Watching Beetlejuice last night really made me laugh. I luv the songs and especially liked Michael Keaton make a great clown of himself. BEETLE JUICE BEETLE JUICE BEETLE JUICE.

There is an urge inside me to go travelling. Its still not holidays yet but I am dreaming of going Prague. No money!!! AArhh....

Ok I am gonna flunk my maths test. Didn't really work hard for it even though I knew that curve sketching was gonna be crucial. Couldn't concentrate on my driving circuit today, made a few mistakes, Things are definitely not going smoothly my way. Feel like lighting up a cigg again but I shall refrain. Could it be the lack of milo these past two days?

But hey channel 5 is showing Tim Burton's Beetlejuice tonight. Go catch it people, its a great show you shouldn't miss.