THE LOVE FOR THE GAME

Thursday, January 21, 2010

just came back from a family meeting at tan tock seng hospital.
grandpa was hospitalised.
he was a special one, a fit grandpa, thats what the doctor says when he first saw him.
fit as in, his body is fit, not those thin type, because he always sail out to the sea and catch piles of fish when he was young, fisherman, that was his job.

but somehow, he have problems to pee.
and diagnosis came out with an outcome, that is to go for operation.
so we had a meeting, with the whole Hung family.

but when i sit aside, quietly observe grandpa's facial expression,
when my uncle is explaining to him, its so disheartening.

FUCK IT

why do you think i'm just playing with every single words i'm saying out of my mouth?
there's time to play, and time to be serious.
you think i'm a toy to let you have fun, and at the same time me busying entertaining you?
you just can't differentiate when i'm serious and when i'm playing.

i've been keeping it for quite some time.
but, it turns out to be totally different.
it gets worst as time goes by.

this feeling is like..
getting accused, i'm effing hate the feeling of being accused.
i flared up to the max when i'm accused.

about that matter, i can't do anything because people thinks i'm joking 24/7.
just felt like bursting into tears.

&forever
11:07 PM