Life choice

It gets to the age whereby you start to think of the life that your path will lead you down to. You know what they say, if you fail to plan, you plan to fail. Cheesy? Yes. True. Yes too. Thus I urge everyone else to think about what they want to do in the future. For myself, I kinda have sort of know what I want to do when I get out of SMU. Uhh.. If you are still waiting for some kind of punchline, you ain't getting one.

Choice one : Grad from SMU, get a degree, slave away for a couple of years then finally get enough money to buy a friggin car (by buy I mean have enough for the down-payment). After that attempt to cheat/bluff my way into some unfortunate girl's pants then have 2.3 kids. (It's a average. There is no way you can actually have 0.3 kid) After that, grow old and pray that I don't get killed by my kids who very likely would want revenge on their abusive father.

Choice two : Go backpacking all around the work and taste the fruits of different countries (That was a NOT a pun), and generally be a wanderer. Sounds like those stories in books when one would make a living by either doing odd jobs or perform musical skills like singing while you whistle. Sounds really awesome except for the part when you remember that you would be living under a piece of cupboard, or if you are really lucky, the local jail.

Choice three : Go train the mountains under different martial art masters, and assassins like David Cain for a couple of years, return to Singapore when I am able to defeat my masters in one to one combat. After that, I would attempt to fight crime , but upon realizing that petty criminals would not fear me, I might considering adopt an symbol that would strike fear into the hearts of those evil-doers. For example, let's say a bat.




I am such a ripoff.