what a good game. man utd against liverFool erm pool. =) actually i was hesitated to watch. then i heard the screams from downstairs. i knew man u had scored. yeap. indeed. so i rushed to the bf who's at blooies. man the service there seriously suck. since they changed the people there. if it's not for the live soccer match...but still, it was a good game. it was supposed to be 7-0 instead of 3-0. and ronaldo oozed sexiness and style. yum. i bet red devil's fan are cheering across the globe now.

been really stressful for the past weeks. i just lost track of something. or everything. it feels like i'm looking for something elusive. yet nowhere near there. and my inner critic has been really mean to me these few days. it just won't shut up. it has been hurting me. and him as well. so i say to myself this isn't what i want. this is probably what others expect me to be. it is tough living in someone else's expectations. like a once a friend told me, unfortunately in singapore (and probably anywhere else), your self-worth is determined by the grades you score in sch, the amount of money you earn when work and the type of car you drive on AYE/ERP. that is a typical singaporean friend. and i was actually blinded by this. i was. self-worth. how can someone even measure it that way? so if we are not owning any of the above means we're a loser in the society? my inner critic kept telling me not to be a loser...and that sucked my smile away. for quite sometime. and after Mitch Albom's stuff. i had made up my mind.

it is time to live consciously, of MY OWN expectations. with courage of course. one last time.