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Monday, May 26, 2008

the confusing city
amusing and contradicting to find myself pondering over a few observations and sightings i chanced upon.

I sat in front of the tv to find myself guessing if the tears of the artistes in the charity show is genuine. If it is, why do i find it so fake? If its not, why does it still touch my heart?

I walk on the shopping alley along Orchard Road to find myself pondering if the LV bag or Gucci bag wrapped in the hands of some,genuine or fake. Somehow i feel that it doesnt matter cos those who looked more elegant by nature will somehow force the impression upon on-lookers that everything on her is real. In this way, is there a need to buy a real one?

I read my score on the assessment sheet, followed by a cynical laughter at the irony in my life. How can you judge me when you werent around during the whole six months. The one who deserves to judge me cant judge while the one whom is not supposed to judge judged. Should I be happy or sad to see good remarks which are not meant for me?

There are so many ironies in life that i began to doubt it. What's real and what's unreal..sometimes its just so mystical.