An Escape

Dear Wifey,

I know for the past 2 weeks, you have not been very happy with me. I know that playing computer games until 2, 3am isn't healthy. But I can explain.

You see, when I play computer games, I am in my world. I can right the wrongs. I can even out the odds. I feel needed and wanted. I can contribute. Most importantly of all, I achieve success.

Success. Meant to be such an inspiring word, but so lacking in my real life.

Some people take drugs, others drink. For me, I immerse myself in a game.



Post Date: 15 May 2007

Denial I

1. Why do they think it's their god-given right to regard themselves as superior beings?
2. Why do they think it's their god-given right to treat us as peasants?
3. Why do they talk down to us?
5. How come people can be so self-serving, and still be able to sleep at night?
6. How can they increase their own salary, but go lukewarm when helping the needy?
7. Why is it that everything they say is right, and everything we suggest is wrong?
8. How come the picture they paint is different from what I see in the streets?
9. How long more do we have to live in this elitist hegemony?
10. How did we degenerate into such an elitist state?



Post Date: 15 May 2007

We are in UEFA Cup!

We even managed to hold Chelsea 1-1 away!

So looking forward to next season. Let's hope the board give Moyesy a big-enough kitty.



Post Date: 14 May 2007

Para Para

This is so achingly cheesy that it's good ...



Post Date: 10 May 2007

It's Called Love

Rushed back to change before heading to fetch Mum and Dad for Dad's appointment at the hospital. Sis also came along.

Initially, I was worried that Dad would be worried. This was after all a hospital, and it would a medical procedure, albeit a simple one. He didn't look very comfortable when we talked about the appointment sometime back. But looking how relaxed he was, I was relieved. Think he did all his homework already - talked to the doc, the nurses, read the pamphlet, surfed the Net, etc.

We were there for 3+ hours, but the actual procedure was only half an hour. The rest of the time was taken up by admin stuff, waiting, recuperation, etc.

I found myself eagerly attending to his needs, like carrying his bag, buying food, making sure he's comfortable, talking to him to help him relax, etc. No different from his eagerness to run errands for us, his kids.

It was then that it hit me: this is LOVE. It's time for me to start doing things for you, Dad.



Post Date: 10 May 2007

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