Stifled...

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

My Future...?

Someone commented that my blog needs picture.

"It's too dark and gloomy," he said.

Fine.

This entry has pictures. Hope they don't take eons to load.

Ok. So there I was typing the previous entry and this thought suddenly hits me. 'Reeve, what the fuck do you wanna do in the future?' Damn. I hate this question, so I decided not to think about it. Then I went to look at other people's blog and saw Lay Ping's. She wrote something about being a relief teacher. Then this thought ran acrose my mind, 'Damn. The girls are gonna go study in universities and be successful in life while I am still playing games, waiting to be enlisted, and wasting my life away.' So I started to think about my future.

I wanna be rich. I wanna be filthy rich. But how? By betting on soccer? I guess not. I lost 200 fucking bucks just the other day, thanks to Mourinho.

"Pay up Reeve, you fucking pay up."

I guess I can get a little rich through soccer betting, but not filthy rich.

Then what?

I thought of selling clothes, but if they are not designer's stuffs, I don't think I can get that fucking rich.

Do business? I thought of that too. I thought of setting up a business with Leong, to sell food, but will that work? It'll probably be short-lived. It needs to be special, but food recipes can be copied easily.

So how?

I don't know. It's really hard to set up a business and get filthy rich in Singapore. How about just a normal job and save enough to buy shares?

So I started to think of other jobs. My childhood dream was to be a cop. But me? As a cop? I don't know. I keep getting discouraged by people around me. They say cops are useless in Singapore. Well, I didn't say that, but let's just put this aside.

Can you guys imagine me with this thing on my head?

So what's next?

Maybe join the army? But the terrorism thing might get me fucking killed before I get fucking rich. And wanting me to live with guys all the time is like asking me to breathe from a bag filled with fart. It's gonna kill me.

Well, since I'm quite proficient in my Mandarin, I might as well be a DJ.

Nope, not this kinda DJ. And where the hell did I find such a stupid picture anyway?

I mean those kind of DJs whom you hear over the radio. 93.3FM is my favourite channel, and I always thought of being a DJ there, but I'm rather shy and inconfident. I'm not sure if I can make it. I heard the pay's peanuts too, but if I manage to appear on TV like some of the DJs, then maybe I can get rich quicker.

Don't be suprised if you see this one day.

Ok. So that is taken into consideration. So what other things can I do?

Hmm...

I like reading comics, sleeping, singing and many more. Maybe I can think towards my hobbies.

Singing. Well, can I? I don't think so. I have to admit, although I like to sing, I don't sing exceptionally well. Maybe if I can muster enough courage to go for the next Singapore Idol then I can make it big? Maybe not.

Maybe not.

What's next then? Comics? That's nice. Although I don't draw exceptionally well, I think I can brush up on that. The problem now is that I don't know what I'll draw if I become a manga artist. I'll probably just draw some fucking hentai and try to sell to local publishers. Then I'll get fucking banned from drawing here again. Damn.

This will probably be what I'll be drawing in the fucking future.

Sigh...

So many choices and obstacles. How can I decide this way?

(Silence for a few minutes...)

I think I've decided. I'll procrastinate as usual and sleep over the problem. I'll think about it. Maybe tomorrow? Haha.

End...

Hanged @ 11:00 PM