Singaporeans are a bunch that can really complain. We can complain about everything. We can complain about the MRT door opening too slow, and it makes us late for work. We can complain about the sky being too blue and it looks irritating.
And what follows, you get Singaporeans complaining about other Singaporeans complaining. You just can't break out of that cycle can you?
I use to like playing chess. It's a marvelous game which develops into something unique each time you play it. Each move determines the next. What you did is going to affect what you're going to do.
I like strategy games too. Heroes of Might and Magic, Command and Conquer. I was pretty darn good at them. Though i sucked at Starcraft, I probably didn't like the idea of aliens running around. Give me army men and medieval creatures any time of the day. I was so good at the games it made me confident enough to think that I could go back in time and give Zhu'ge Liang a run for his money.
But it's only games! fuck, and I think it took me too long to find out.
If life was a chess game. I can say I have lost my queen in as early as the 2nd move. All that I can do now is to defend and try not to die a horrible death. Name of the game now is to survive.
Every week i bring my dad to TTSH for his eye appointment. It's a crazy wait mind you. always kills the whole afternoon. No wonder those rich fellas will spend more money go private and cut the waiting time. I am but a peasent. so wait i must. I see these doctors walking in and out. Most of them probably my age? or just a couple of years older.
And you know what? Those of you monkeys in school might have the same thinking as me. These were the people that we made fun of in SCHOOL! We never included them in our outings. We never ate with them during recess. We called them names... like 4 eye geek. or mega NERD. and many more funky names which might have slipped my mine.
These fair skinned, bispectecled, might be abit tubby, gentle soft spoken people. They are now DOCTORS. They still have their queen on the chessboard and are on a rampage killing all the opponent's pawn. He who laugh last laugh the longest and the LOUDEST.
My laughing have ended. and i don't feel like laughing anymore.
It's too late for regrets and I don't even wan to start talking about regrets. No point talking about regrets. It's time now to start playing the survival game. At least I'm still thinking about surviving. The next level would be questioning if there's a point in surviving.
So those out there. Those who still have your queen with you. Look at the big picture. Sooner rather then later, you'll have your chance to go on a rampage. Future is bright. Little things don't matter now. Don't complain so much. Take it all in and off you go.
Slip inside the eye of your mind Don't you know you might find A better place to play You said that you'd never been But all the things that you've seen Slowly fade away
So I start a revolution from my bed 'cause you said the brains I have went to my head Step outside 'cause summertime's in bloom Stand up beside the fireplace Take that look from off you face You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
And so Sally can wait She knows it's too late As we're walking on by Her soul slides away But don't look back in anger I heard you say
Take me to the place where you go Where nobody knows If it's night or day Please don't put your life in the hands Of a rock and roll band Who'll throw it all away
I'm gonna start a revolution from my bed 'cause you said the brains I have went to my head Step outside 'cause summertime's in bloom Stand up beside the fireplace Take that look from off you face 'cause you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
So Sally can wait She knows it's too late As she's walking on by My soul slides away But don't look back in anger Don't look back in anger I heard you say At least not today
well well... it doesn't always happen this way. almost half the teams are still not totally safe from relegation troubles.
team i wanna see go down - west brom, boro, stoke team i think will go down - west brom, boro, newcastle
stoke is rubbish. totally rubbish. they fill up the team will 6 footers and get a guy with massive arm strength to launch missiles into the box. fuck.
boro can suck it. that's for beating us and causing us much shit in the previous season. although steve gibson is a nice chap. southgate lost the plot and downing is just being a retard staying at boro.
west brom actually plays nice passing football. but it also proves to be their own undoing as they do not have the quality to pull it off. try harder next time though..
i haven written in a long time. as i try to type... nothing wanna come out! im frigging constipated. don't get me wrong im gg to the toilet very regularly. my daily morning routine in the toilet is normal. just that i can't write anything.
HOW LIKE THAT? all my ideas are inside me. all my thoughts are stuck inside me. arrrggh. like im ready to explode anytime soon.
i guess i'll just try to be more diligent and blog more regularly so that things might come back. the feeling of typing what im thinking might come back. i'll go try save myself. prevent myself from imploding. laters..