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Thursday, May 20, 2010


Hello world.



My favourite addiction. Frankly, although I was a pro at Winning 11, this game was quite tough for me in the initial stages. Can you believe me when I say that I got thrashed by Portsmouth ?! But obviously it was only a 2 day-affair. From then on, I've been having the upper hand.



My babyboy :)

Celebrating babyboy's birthday in his house :) Well, it had to be simple. Baby was preparing to go for reservist and he wanted to rest. So yes. But I am really planning for a nice 1 year anniversary now. Hahaha. Weee :))

For some reason, I think Tumblr has got create such COPY+PASTE images/quotes/pages and etc. But then again, Tumblr doesn't look like an online portal where you would air your thoughts. I mean, you simply tune your thoughts to suit those images and all or sometimes ... you copy and paste those stuff and make it look like your thoughts ?! I mean I don't really like Tumblr. Hmm .... But of course, some pictures/quotes/pages and etc are cool but I guess you should also mention something besides just copying the codes and pasting them there.


A beautiful Jetty located @ Coniston Water . I really want to start travelling around the globe with my babyboy :))


Well, well ... I am still not over Fathimah's death. I was told by some readers that they cried when they read my previous post. I'm sorry guys, I didn't mean to. I being frank with my emotions. A transparent entry I would say. Damn man. I guess I need some time to get over it and settle down with the present moment. And at this juncture, I remember this particular dialogue from 'Vaaranam Aayiram" :- No matter what happens, life has to go on. Well, people say time heals all wounds but I don't quite believe in it. Time does make you forget and it will create somewhat of a momentary tissue to seal the wound but it never removes the scar completely. Never.


You know, I'm beginning to see competition as a double edged sword too. It spurs us to do our best and yet it also can smother one's fighting spirits. I guess there's a limit to everything but some people just don't seem to understand that. You know, I feel there's no reason to even do well for exams. Yes, when you do well you'll go to better schools and all. But oh c'mon, there's no fucking incentive to work so hard here in Singapore. Every corners are packed with competition. Despite doing well for As, I am not sure if I may get into the course that I want to. Hence, I am deliberately forced by the conventions of the system to think of a Plan B. But why must I plan for a Plan B when my grades and all can take me where I want to go to ? And this is the exact reason why I can scream at the top of my lungs : FUCK COMPETITION ! When the fucking bell curve moves up and down, those who generally think 70 = A grade will have to end up with a B and those who really cannot hit above 46 may end up with a S grade ! I mean why can't the grading system be constant ? I know of some people who attained bad grades and they're in University now. Well, it was their time where the competition wasn't this steep but this batch is suffering. I know of AAD's who were rejected from all 3 Universities and they decided to have private education. What the hell is happening ?! If this was suppose to end this way, I wouldn't even have decided to retake my As man. I would have just gone to a fucking private institution.
Argh, I am really 90% certain that I am moving out of Singapore after settling down with Baby.


And yes, tomorrow I am going to a special place. I need to sort out my thoughts. Everything's haywire-d in my head right now. I guess I am thinking too much. So I need to filter them and strengthen my thoughts - well that would ensure a firm ground, right ?




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