Ugly Singaporeans. Well .. not that its not brought up before .. but witnessed it again. It seems that there are always some Singaporeans which will cause the rest to not lose the tag of “ugly”. And this is especially evident in sales like the addidas sale .. people were pushing and shoving when a simple "excuse me" will help. today we learnt wad does "looks are deceiving" means. a man dressed smartly and looks smart .. juz sat on the floor and tried on not one pair but like 7 pairs of shoes ... shu and i juz stood in horror .. and he was at it for a long time ... well .. kiausism will always remain in singapore sad to say ..

life is so ironic and contradictory
looking back .. its so funny y one says and what one does differs. y does someone make empty promises ? well its like a recollection of what happen same time last year .. well the old class of 1a1 wanted to stay but you know what happened ... and it seems the same this year... some may say its expected .. but y do they leave after they're say they gonna stay ... haha .. its not that i didnt not expected it .. hmm .. .the paradox of choices ? which brings me to the situation that life is so full of choices .. u noe u have to study .. but y dun u .. its in ur mind .. but u choose to laze .. its really that ironic .. so alike to civics and moral lessons u had in secondary days ... the right answers will be ur answer but it might not be what u choose to do .. its so confusing these things .. life is so confusing .. we're juz to complex ...

this is juz another fruitless attempt to try and think of something to blog about ... my life's juz revolving sch nowadays ...

well .. life sux
what's new ..

well .. i'm not joining it anymore ...
a bit dissapointed but hope i didnt made anyone guilty ..
pls dun .. its alrighty ..

somewhere over the rainbow
way up high
there's a land that i heard of
once in a lullaby

i'm mesmerised with ewan mcgregor's voice

The Man in the Arena

It is not the critic who counts, not the one who points out how the strong man stumbled or how the doer of deeds might have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred with sweat and dust and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiansms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory not defeat.