Talhah's Blog

Imagine, if you will, that you're playing a card game. A special card game. It's a bit like role-playing, whereby there are several decks. One deck determines what kind of traits your character possess, encompassing everything from personality to physical looks.

Then another deck decides who you'll meet throughout your adventures - family, friends, NPCs (non-playable characters, e.g. the couple who just walked past you while you were busy SMS-ing someone as you crossed the road yesterday =P), etc.

Yet another deck contains the several trials and tribulations you may face in life. Heart break, divorces, betrayals, temptations, corruptions - anything and everthing that could go wrong. Of course, it has a counter-deck which will reveal positive, happy things like falling in love, hitting the jackpot, etc.

So how do one play the game?

Firstly, a dealer draws several cards from the Personality deck. After that, yet another set of cards from the People deck. As time goes by, you may add or discard cards from the Personality or People deck, usually without control. It really depends on the several situations imposed on you throughout the game. Depending on the choices you make in the game, the dealer could discard, say, a "Playful" Personality card and replace it with "Mature" card. Likewise, replace a friend with another, or even promote the friend to best-friend or life-partner. Anything could happen. It all depends on what Situation deck is thrown at you and how you deal with it.

One thing that makes the whole game tick, never boring, very interesting is you don't get to choose what Problem or Positive cards you receive; it may depend on how you dealt with a previous situation, the whim of the dealer or chance. It's unpredictable to you, the player. As you play, your character grows or weakens. It really depends on how you deal with the deck you've been dealt.

The same thing can be said about life.

For sure none of us chose our parents but most of us grew up loving them. Most of us also have problems with them. Some of our parents have problems with each other, affecting us as well. Regardless, we ought to love, respect and honour them, for without them, we won't be here.

Same thing with friends. By some fortunate (or unfortunate) draw of the cards, we met them, we befriended them and we face countless tests. I mean, if my NCC friends did not discuss about Counter-Strike on the MRT train back from a camp soo many years ago, I may not have joined them in numerous gaming trips. I could have even quitted NCC. I may not be so Tech-savvy as I am now. I may have remained a very lonely kid through my TK life.

But it didn't turn out that way and I'm truly grateful to have them as my friends, regardless of the fact that we're no longer as close as we were before. As long as they possess my trust, our bonds will exist, insya allah.

Of course, MSN plays a crucial part of staying in touch. That and Masjid Siglap ; )

There are only soo many things we really made a choice in. Even then... Ask yourself, did you really make that choice? Sure I picked SP DMC course as my first choice.. but why? 'Course I was too lazy to go for NP's Mass Comm interview and my grades din cut it for TP's CMM.

So to all ye ppl whom I've recently felt like bashing on this blog (take a look, I don't think I've personally bashed anyone yet) shut the fuck up about your problems. Everyone has problems. It's how you deal with them.

** Warning: No holds barred vulgarities (based on my meagre standards) beyond this line**

You. I don't know why the fuck I bother to entertain a bitch like yourself. I consciously steered away from girls like you in Secondary School, so I don't know what the hell I was thinking talking, chatting and going to ____ with you. Sure, you may be pretty, you have guys falling for you nearly every week despite the fact you're in an ______ school (how the fucking hell are you doing that?) but your attitude make cockroaches seem like cute lil fucking hamsters.

You think you got problems with boys? Newsflash, YOU ARE THE PROBLEM.

You. Get over him. Seriously. He aint coming back to you. I tried to be nice but if you're gonna kill yourself with "oh i can't live without him" shit, well adios. I admit, you interest me but apparently you've determined that he is the one and only for you. Well maybe you can ask him to date you as well. After all Islam says a man can have up to 4 wives. Be his 2nd, by all means.

Just that... sigh, I'm sorry. I'll leave you to your self-depreciation from now on.

Me. Get over her. Yeah, and her too. And her. Move on.

Sorry about that Folks..