Puzo - Each man has his own destiny.

and after all this time, i realize its all wrong right down to the title. Frankie was wrong. you can't do it your way. there are greater powers that govern than the will of man. maybe God. maybe fate. maybe destiny. take your pick. one can only try his best and practise the virtues of faith, gratitude and humility.

2.5 years ago, the start of this blog marked the closure of one of the best chapters of my life thus far. it is ironic that i forgot the greatest lessons i should have garnered from the period and that it led to this blog being the chronicle of a chapter of decline and evemtual nadir.

pointless ranting, indulging in day dreaming, pinning hopes on a distant future instead of working on the present, chasing skirts which isn't so bad till you let it get to u and get emo/mopey - wasting away.

no motivation to knuckle down and study properly when the season ended, dropped my S paper, kept lowering expectations; well i scraped through barely for the A levels but tiill now am still waiting for a great college to take a risk/chance/gamble on me. and of course there are many who think that i don't deserve it because well i didn't showcase my academic talents, didn't participate in school stuff like orientation n stuff, basically a 'dumb' arrogant head in the air jock committed to the selfish pursuit of glory during the 2 years. its unnecessary to argue if their thoughts/my choices were right. time will tell. God will judge.

then there was army. NS was me giving Singapore a chance but what occured was further decline and decay when i didn't make it to OCS and went to SAFSA instead. up till this day, the immense blow to my pride of ending up in SISPEC is still difficult to stomach. but one thing was made clear to me then and remains etched in my heart: I am not valued. so from then on i knew my future wasn't here and i owed them nothing. i thought i would be able to make something of SAFSA. you know win some league matches and maybe even make the national team. but there was a whole lot of shrum in the team, even certain once great talents failed to impress in terms of committment and performance. i fell further with lots of terrible habits and the total collapse of discipline.

and then there's this. the accident.

now that i'm steadily on the mend its the right time to acknowledge the error of my ways. and to close the blog since there isn't anything much to say anyway. once i'm up i'll start a new happier blog with less ranting and moping.

THE END

The Leper King

Looking down upon the massive ranks of Saracens upon the plain even the mighhty templars begin to quiver with the fear of impending doom. The distinct knocking of knees amongst the iinfantry were audible to all present, their neatly dressed ranks clearly on the verge of breaking into a headlong retreat away from the enemy that now stood only a few miles from the Holy City and the golden dome that shimmered far out on the horizon.

Sensing the overwhelmiing fear of his outnumbered commanders and men, the King dismounted from his mount and called forth the Bishop of Bethlehem to raise up the relic of the True Cross. Despite the debilating effects of his disease he prostrated himself before the sacred relic and beseeched God for divine intervention and victory, Rising from prayer, an aide rushes forth to aid his sickly king in mounting his horse. Despite the tenderness of his years, the disease had clearly taken its toll on the King. His flesh rotten and heavily bandaged; his right hand limp and clearly unable to hold a sword. Despite his physical weakness , he raised his sword with his good arm and charged the Saracen army. Inspired by their King's faith and bravery, renewed courage and resolve flowed in the veins of the Crusaders as they rode forth to meet their enemies.

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i lurveeeee to fart. i keep farting non stop. farting is good.

boooooo

All bow to the master. Hail Ronaldo. Hail Rooney. Hail the Red Devils.

piak

PIAK PIAK PIAK!!!

it is queer even sad that last night i dreamt of that beautiful day long long ago and now i'm listening to this kid speak with such hunger, pride and desire.i felt a burning hole in my heart, an emptiness in the abyss of my soul. i know in life you try not to look back, no matter what. but whenever the bout of melancholy hits me i just wish i could be 18 again. 3 yrs on too much has changed. too much. sic transit gloria mundi

al-pacino is THE most amazing actor. his roles as john milton aka satan in the devil's advocate and michael corleone in the Godfather series are plain stunning.

Keanu Reeves - Cut the shit, Dad! Why lawyers? Why the law?

Al-Pacino - Because the law, my boy, puts us into everything. It's the ultimate backstage pass. It's the new priesthood, baby.