Fall in 

Great Wall 

Wing Wah wanton mee 

French Toast and Yuan Yang 

Wong Tai Sin Temple 

Claypot, snails and oyster cake 

Tasty dessert 

Po Lin Monastry 

Giant Buddha 

Living everyday like it could be my last is my new mantra I am trying to adopt. It means eating well and drinking well so that in case of any 'accident', I can at least rest assure that I did not lugi much in life.

New stuff I learnt from the world cup. Portugese and Italian people are massive wankers, they totally disgrace the game of football.

Shall be leaving for Hong Kong this wednesday till next monday with my dad. Benefit of travelling with parents is that expenses are totally paid for by them. Yippee.

On a sad note, the holidays are coming to an end. I totally enjoyed the break and I guessed these carefree moments will never surface again once I graduate from uni.

Superman returns is alright but I felt that there should be more fighting scenes. If I had my way, I would have changed a bit of the script. For example say the part where our hero lies in hospital on the bed and returning back to life only when he gets his kiss from Lois Lane, for me I would change it to hospital staff resurrecting him back with a 'darth vader' suit. When superman flies to find his son, the magical moment would be 'jason(deep breathing), I have something to tell you, pause(deep breathing), I am your father(deep breathing)'. Now that would be the iceing on the cake. Or how about Tea Leabing making a cameo appearance in the press holdings, 'witness the biggest cover up in human history'. Superman has a bloodline dudes and his son is the holy grail. That will spark off another da vinci code frenzy.

So England are out from the world cup and without them and Czech Republic, I suppose the world cup loses meaning for me. I feel gutted for Rooney, John Terry and Rio Ferdinand, they don't deserve to leave the tournament this way.

Does anyone has the movie 12 monkeys dvd to lend me?

Till then folks, remember, love your parents, eat ya vitamins and kopi out.

Watching prison break has enhanced my general knowledge. For example I learnt that one can short circuit a fuse by connecting a rat's tail to a circuit. For the past few days, been cranking myself up watching Austin Powers( never fail to make me laugh) especially Dr Evil and Mini me.

Did some catching up on reading, indulging in Holy Blood Holy grail now, book that supposingly inspired Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code. Well the research is quite interesting especially with the history facts, which makes me even more convinced that certain parts of history has definitely been doctored to make us believe in the greater good which obviously does not convice me much. Still a stauch atheist me.

Life is so unpredictable. though death is a taboo topic, I have decided that since one's life is so fragile and short, I am gonna pamper myself like buying clothes, bags, accessories or eating good food. Might as well taste good food before dying right. Drinking the best beer and smoking quality cigerettes. Now that is the way to savour before dying. Cheers to life.

After a month long worth of world cup action, I have come to a few conclusions.

1) Countries vie to qualify for world cup not for national pride, but so that they can be bribed by bookies.

2) Ladbrokes betting is the actual FIFA

3) Never place ur bets on Italy

4) Whenever Italy has a red card, they WILL definitely win the match.

5) Don't bet against Guus hiddink

6) Be careful of matches involving Russian, Italian and south American referees.

Today marks the end of my contact lens solution job. Finally no need to put on a smile and talk politely to people, so not me. After three days, I sold only three bottles. In total we sold 17 bottles, Christina and Siting sold a couple while the watson auntie sold a few. The target is 300 by the end of the week. Good luck folks.

Just when I thought today being my last day could end peacefully, there was a cock up at closing time when Jolene counted stock and said, 'folks we are short of two'. After toking cock here and there, it was a bit obvious that Jolene was trying to push the blame to Christina. Then again when I asked Christina whether she had count the stock physically in the morning, she said 'aiya the stock sure there mah, won't disappear rite? '. And there was when I smack my hand on my forehead. Can't blame la huh women, never do NS. Unlike me, vehicle commander in 42 SAR, learnt a few valuable lessons, number one rule "Never assume" , number two "Don't trust anyone". etc....

In the end it turned out that the so called two missing ones were actually sold to customers and that Jolene did not record it down.

" And I think to myself, what a wonderful world...."

So far so good, my bets on England and Holland has won me cash. Hopefully later Portugal can make it a hat-trick. I suppose the cash will come in handy to buy beer. My sister has brought to my attention that Cold storage sells Becks beer imported from Germany. Tried it just now and I must say it taste better than those drunk from the tap. I think after this month of world cup, my fitness will drop from the beer, ice-cream and chocolates. I am a sucker for indulgences.

Finally after four days at work, I found out who my actual boss is. Turns out that the fat ass bitch I assumed was in control ain't in charge of me after all.

Within four days, I have seen four celebrities. Tues, Henry Thia, better known as Hui ge and looking very sissy. Today, Quan Yifeng and Peter Yu, both smoking like a chimney inspite of them campaigning for quitting smoking. Not forgetting the hot babe Michelle Chia, looking as sexy as ever. I wonder who will I see next.

I am glad that jasmine has made it to the next round of singapore idol. Shall be rooting for her.

Today has got to be the slackest day at work so far, napping at Cheng San library, tea break at pick and bite coffee house. Joseph lagi best, read book while distributing flyers.

Can't wait for the opening world cup match tomorrow, time to let the booze flow again. Best part of it all, my parents will be leaving for KL in the early morning tomorrow and that means party time. Well my sister has planned to invite her frenz and mine to our house on sat to watch the games, eat pizzas, drink and play mahjong. So folks, plz msg me to inform me if you're interested so I can make preparations.

The date tomorrow is 06-06-06, the symbolic satanic numbers. It is the release of the film "The omen". It is also coincidentally the release of the examination results. Which is scarier? I don't know.

After watching the last episode of Lost 2 last night, some things become clearer but at the same time leaving behind more questions to ponder until the next season.

At least lady luck is slowly coming my way, as my next singpost job is located at Hougang mall likewise for the other job that I have to do for the hall. Just two mrt stops away from home will definitely give me the luxury of waking up later.

Feeling a bit sick. Till then, Kopi out.

I gotta admit, drinking alcohol the night before an early game is not advisable as I overslept today and had to rush down by cab. The game against Ah boy friend's team ended up 3-3 and for the first time after so long, we played a nice passing game.

As for the second game, we were up against a team who were all quite big sized and physical, my knee is injured now thanks to a strong hefty challenge from this huge uncle who tackled me but fairly. And the new signing Shahrul, Nas's cousin marked his debut with 2 spectacular strikes. The referee, who is a Police FC veterens player, advised us to not to play against the opponents we have been playing against for the past few weeks and said that if we want to improve, we should challenge his veteren team consisting of ex-national team players. Hopefully we can get the opportunity in the future to play them and learn.

My fitness as a left back is slowly picking up but the positioning awareness is still not there. I also realised that almost everyone in the team has played for at least school team level if not national age group. As for me, I can only boast of playing at Lorong Lew Lian and Potong Pasir street soccer as my creditials. Haha.

My uncle is currently in hospital after he suddenly 'blacked out' last night. I hope he is alright and will be paying him a visit at Changi hospital tomorrow.

Yippee got my IPPT silver at Maju camp yesterday. Finally I can booze without worries. Speaking of which, the 200 dollars for silver will come in handy for more beer. After running the 2.4km route, I believe it is possible to get gold at Maju if I were to train up harder because the terrain is more or less flat throughout and the route seems to be a bit shorter. I have no problems with the static stations and for only the second time in my life I ran under 11 minutes for 2.4km. I hope I can maintain this form.

Seeing the rest of the uncles doing RT or failing their IPPT gives me the chills that one day, I might be like one of them, giving pregnant moms a run for money. But I suppose its hard when you have a job and family commitments to carry out instead of training. I hope I can still be fit throughout my reservist stint. Hahah.

Over the past week, I have killed a total of four lizards. Almost everyday I keep seeing new small lizards, guess I have to hunt down the mother soon. Ok now back to the main topic.

My legs are aching from standing and walking around Whampoa drive today distributing flyers for Prudential. Think I might need to do some warm up tomorrow. But anyway I threw away one whole stack of flyers in the dustbin at some HDB flat and hid in the town council to catch a nap under the air-con. The job is pretty boring but thankfully my partner Tiffany was quite entertaining especially with her fair share of ghost and sex stories. What to do, an Ah Lian from SIM mah.

Two more days to IPPT and if things goes well and I get my silver, I shall celebrate it at clarke quay. Time to get drunk and wasted again.


Time to sleep now, gotta catch the England vs Hungary match later this morning.

Out of boredom, I registered myself at myheritage.com and uploaded my pictures to see which celebrity I resembled most. Ok the results aren't encouraging, my first picture that I uploaded which was about three months after ORD showed that I had 62% resemblence to Stephen Chow, 60% to both Silvio Berloscuni and Pavarotti. My second picture taken at my cousin's wedding a few months back returned better. I had 63% link to Enrique Iglesias and jacky Cheung. My third picture made me flipped over my chair. I was 63% linked to Hu jingtao but thankfully 56% to Leon Lai. So I decided to post the latest picture taken about a month back, I had 72% resemblence to Leslie Cheung, 66% to Sammo Hung and 63% to Kim Jong II, damn the last two results has really made me depressed! After randomly choosing other photos, I realised most of them revealed that I resembled either Hu Jingtao or Stephen Chow. So I suppose my hopes of resembling Colin Farrell or Louis Khoo are kinda far fetched.

Thats all folks.

I give Schindler List two thumbs up and fully understand why it won so many awards back then.

On the way home today after my second game, I thought about it for a long while and finally came to this decision. I am gonna quit the team. Put it in another way, the boat is slowly but surely sinking. It is not an easy decision because I have made many wonderful friends in the team which would not have been possible if we didn't have passion and love for the game. But I hope they understand my decision.

On the other hand, I am excited about next week's league game with Helmi's team. I feel that we have a group of talented players and am confident of winning the prize money. Howerver, thinking back, I feel bad when I reflect on the incident just now in the last few minutes of the game where Helmi was being kicked in the stomach and on the head by 5 guys and most of us were quite slow to react. I admit that I was slow to rush in and protect him. Seeing the marks on his stomach and lips makes me feel guilty. It won't happen again dude, next time I confirm cheong in and help you. Somemore we got lawyer Zheng in our team, hahaha. Unfortunately our Thai imports can't do Muay Thai though.

Time to nap.

Today was my first and also last day at work. I felt that working in the travel agency was not my cup of tea especially when a slight mistake could cost a few hundreds of dollars. There were many things to remember and worst of all, customers were forever flowing in to book packages to Malaysia. I had to control my laughter whenever suspicous looking 'Ah Peks' came in to enquire on trips to batam.

The Indonesian singer from channel u superstar also booked a ticket to somewhere and my PRC colleague was so excited about it. She was so enthusiastic about her work and when she tried to teach me new stuff to learn, it broke my heart to tell her that I was quitting today and there was no need to teach me. I must say that the staff there are very friendly and therefore my decision to quit was based on being zhi dong and not wanting to waste their time by bothering them and asking questions.

Despite their persistence that I will get the hang of it soon and giving it another few days of try, my heart tells me I am just not cut out for the travel industry.

But looking on the bright side, they still offered to pay me my day's work of 48 bucks so hey, at least it entitles me to a king bistro burger and two jugs of Irish red ale beer at brewerkz.

Today is officially my last day of being a bummer before I start work at transtar travel agency tomorrow. I foresee waking up early as the biggest problem I will face considering that for the past two months I have been sleeping around three plus.

Managed to watch Da Vinci code today, show was ok maybe spoilt by the fact that I had read the book before and so there wasn't really any suspense for me. Afterwhich was at Zara looking at clothes when I saw the hokkien mee seller near my house shopping inside too. That was a bit unexpected but hey dude, thats kool.

Although the match was lost 6-4 yesterday, I would say the goals conceded were kinda soft and nobody should really shoulder the blame. I enjoyed myself as being constantly attacked meant that the defence could get more of the action. And I am glad that I can show more composure on the ball and pass it around from the back, its been something that I had hope to train up more.

Its unbelievable how Christian Bale was so thin in the Machinist back in 2004. I had to watch it to believe it. He was so thin you could see his rib cage and now he is quite buffed up especially in Batman begins. But still its kinda of gross to see someone so skinny.

Having just watched the british reality drama about the nanny who sorts problem kids, it rewinds me back to when I used to create all sorts of problems for my parents.Here are some highlights of my wild childhood.

I couldn't sit still to have my meals, after a mouthful, I would run off to my room to continue playing with my toys inspite of my mom shouting at me to get back to the dinner table to finish my meal. Speaking of meals, I would have to highlight that being the younger sibling, my parents would let me choose where i want to have dinner on sundays. As I liked the bak chor at Ah Seah, a eatery near upper serangoon shopping centre, we often ate there. Of course my sister who wasn't really fond of the food, expressed her dislike, but what to do, I was the younger one so daddy and mommy let me win. Even if there was one fishball left and my sister took it, I would whine until my mom tell my sister to give it to me.

Of course there came a time when my sister couldn't take it, she started throwing her temper when my mom didn't let her watch melrose place. One day, she even told my dad that it was not fair for her to vacuum the floor and fold clothes while I did nothing. So to make it fair, she supposely 'retired' while I took over. Little did I know that her retirement continues till today while I still vacuum the floor. Jokingly, she remarks that I am a sensitive new age guy. Nice try.

I can't believe that my mom could tolerate me last time after all the shit that I put her through. As for my dad, he couldn't really be bothered with me unless my results were bad. Especially when my ting xie scored below 60, boy was i scared to death cause it required his signature. His mode of punishment were more brutal, with his favourite weapon ruler. Thankfully he didn't use methods like grounding.

Most of the time, I would be quarelling with my sister. And most of the time, I had to beat her in games. If there was any game where she won me, I would accuse her of cheating and bullying me and then the screaming and yelling would start. The best part was when we called our mother to settle the matter, my mom would tell my sister to give in to me. Hooray!

So there it is, for those of you reading this and being the eldest, maybe you can agree that being the elder one sucks and the youngest one get all the attention and favouritism. Of course, before I end, I have to declare that I am a changed person, no longer the spoilt brat i used to be, I am now a very understanding, sensitive, giving and caring person. I am sure you people agree with me :)

Seeing primary school kids eating ice cream and playing catching reminds me of the innocent, ignorant and playful boy I used to be.

Seeing JC students at bus stops and mrt remind me of myself when i was still a student, shirt tucked out, carefree and full of joy.

Seeing tanned guys, collar shirt tucked in, sling bags and new balance shoes reminds me when I was still serving in the army.

Seeing young adults with textbooks, files, berms and slippers reminds me of university mugging for exams.

Seeing my sister come back from work late in the night reflects what I will be experiencing in a few years time.

Seeing my father shows me what I can expect to look like when I reach his age.

Damn, life is too short to experience all the wonderful things in the world, like understanding different cultures and visiting countries especially Europe. Suddenly, I fear turning 22 in a few months time, I wish that time would stop for me.

I need a new inspiration and goal to look forward to. More like somemone to slap me and wake my idea up.

People of 42SAR, check this link out, http://straitstimes.asia1.com.sg/forum/story/0,5562,392576,00.html?

What can I say, Lucas Ho has done foxtrot and 42SAR proud again. Before I forget, congrats Xiaopei, will definely be at your ROM reception though the news is still a bit of a shock to me.

Been training for the past couple of days for the coming IPPT and so far so good, just a bit worried about my knee starting to feel pain from the running. After the money comes in, I promise myself I am gonna reward myself with a nice meal and cold beer.

I have watched 4 episodes of prison break so far and am pretty impressed. It reminds me a bit of The Shawshank redepmtion and Hong Kong prison movies, where the hero is forever bullied by the gangs in there and prison wardens are usually corrupted including the head of the prison. But prison break is far more complicated, especially the consiparcy involving the hero's brother and how the hero goes about planning the escape. Well, guess it will keep me occupied for the next couple of days.

The trip to the national library prove fruitful today as I manage to borrow American Gods and The Fifth Mountain by Neil Gaiman and Paulo Coelho. Thought that I might prefer to spend my free time reading instead of watching movies all day long. Watching episode 15 of Lost last night, I get this feeling that there won't be an answer to the mystery on the island by the end of the season and I won't be surprised if the drama goes on for another few seasons.

Been enjoying myself watching the Simpsons for the past couple of days. Suddenly have this urge to watching Scooby Doo cartoons again after watching the movie today. These are classic cartoons and always a joy to watch. Then again I hope my ex job agency calls me soon, wouldn't want to bum around too long in the house.

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.