average

i have actually written whole paragraphs, but got stuck somehow and deleted everything instead. i guess i was trying to sort out my thoughts while writing, and didn't manage it quite well. i am thinking about 'being average'. i am disturbed at the number of times i have formed an opinion over something or someone just because it is not the average outcome i expect. i am scared that sometimes i make decisions not because i think or want. but because they're average. and therefore must be right. who decides what is right or wrong then? so is the average a general guide to the society's needs? religion or ethics? does the society's needs give us reason to find fault with the 'un-average'? of course there's nothing wrong with getting a job, then married, a baby, and die, despite the many jokes. everybody is different and life throws challenges in different forms. i dunno if being average is the easiest. i dun think it is. what i find scary is, when being average is the only way i know how to see others, and myself. isn't it? i dunno. oh well. this must sound like some socio or philo brainstorm. thank goodness it isn't cos i don't have a conclusion. i'm just thinking. must be the weather. or the music.

we won!

oh gosh what a match. it was bloody long. but uber exciting.

the commentator was funny too. i thought he was scolding some bad words at some point in the match, then i realised he was just trying to say fud-fud. 8-8 the score.

i think this match against the koreans is probably as exciting as it gets. i dun think we stand a chance against china. but hey. it's the olympics season. being optimistic and hopeful is only the right thing to do.

i didnt even like her

maybe if it's nighttime all the time, my life will be fuller.

only at night i get all sorta ideas. maybe i'll be inspired to read a book. or clear a cabinet. or take one year off and work in tibet. then the next morning i wake up, i will decide to check my email b4 i start on my great ideas. these ideas then slowly wither into oblivion.

i realised throughout my education in uni, miracles are also churned out overnight. presentations and final models are rushed through the night. daytime is reserved for printing notes and attending lessons.

anyway.

almost decided i will go to the sandy lam concert in october. concert-kaki is the secondary school friend who gave me for my birthday at that time a cd... of HIS idol, sandy lam. i think i didn't even like her then. more company welcome!