I was always different. I knew that when I took the bus to school each morning. The journey was long and I had the attention span of a housefly. Rather than die of boredom, I decided on Chess. A chess book to keep me occupied on those long and deary journeys. I had the smarts but not the discipline. I read the book in every journey and naturally became good at it. Mr Lau told me that I will live by my wits and my chess and he was right.
I also realised that it was not only chess that I liked. It was also mature women and I was only in my teens. It consumed me and both of these would take me around the world and back.
I did not make it to NUS but I made sure that I attended the hops and if you attended the hops during my time, I was the chap who made mooning a vocation until someone told me that I had the whitest ass of any kind. I was mad and I stopped mooning but the relationship with mature women would be my passion and I liked them white. My elder siblings realised that I had to receive tertiary education but I resisted. I only agreed when a mother of my school mate told his friends that I was pursuing her with flowers by attempting to woo her when the kids were attending Uni. Well she was separated and I was young and available.
To Toronto I went, the home of the more matured and white women. I enrolled diligently but it was never to last. Can you beat this, I eloped with the lecturer and we picked a cave and lived the hedonistic life butt naked. I told you I was different. That lasted for 2 weeks and my lack of attention span kicked in again. More white and matured women and life was a breeze. They paid and I played including chess. A habit was forming and I could not help myself.
I was called back home but Singapore had opened its door and liberally welcomed all and sundry. It meant more white and matured women right at home. It was the same - chess and women.
I am sure it was love and to think of it, it was always love and with every woman. So I got married and we became a family with a kid. But habit is nothing but more of the same. It was a comfortable life. And we were in Wales. My roving eyes and my chess continued to rule. The family came to an end. It was one too many chances.
Then something happened, the desire to return home. Quick search of the memory and two came to mind. I called the first but there was no pick-up. I called the second and bingo, the game was on. I did my usual routine and it worked. I got more mileage from that bike than all I could have dreamed.
Will it last? More like, can I kick a habit? I don't think so. I never held a job, never was tied down and never could explain why I was like that. How long it will last, I will not know. I began to realise that the neighbourhood that I was going to live in has a lot of white matured women and there was also the future mother in law. Its going to be hell. Then again life is sweet.
I was always different.
I also realised that it was not only chess that I liked. It was also mature women and I was only in my teens. It consumed me and both of these would take me around the world and back.
I did not make it to NUS but I made sure that I attended the hops and if you attended the hops during my time, I was the chap who made mooning a vocation until someone told me that I had the whitest ass of any kind. I was mad and I stopped mooning but the relationship with mature women would be my passion and I liked them white. My elder siblings realised that I had to receive tertiary education but I resisted. I only agreed when a mother of my school mate told his friends that I was pursuing her with flowers by attempting to woo her when the kids were attending Uni. Well she was separated and I was young and available.
To Toronto I went, the home of the more matured and white women. I enrolled diligently but it was never to last. Can you beat this, I eloped with the lecturer and we picked a cave and lived the hedonistic life butt naked. I told you I was different. That lasted for 2 weeks and my lack of attention span kicked in again. More white and matured women and life was a breeze. They paid and I played including chess. A habit was forming and I could not help myself.
I was called back home but Singapore had opened its door and liberally welcomed all and sundry. It meant more white and matured women right at home. It was the same - chess and women.
I am sure it was love and to think of it, it was always love and with every woman. So I got married and we became a family with a kid. But habit is nothing but more of the same. It was a comfortable life. And we were in Wales. My roving eyes and my chess continued to rule. The family came to an end. It was one too many chances.
Then something happened, the desire to return home. Quick search of the memory and two came to mind. I called the first but there was no pick-up. I called the second and bingo, the game was on. I did my usual routine and it worked. I got more mileage from that bike than all I could have dreamed.
Will it last? More like, can I kick a habit? I don't think so. I never held a job, never was tied down and never could explain why I was like that. How long it will last, I will not know. I began to realise that the neighbourhood that I was going to live in has a lot of white matured women and there was also the future mother in law. Its going to be hell. Then again life is sweet.
I was always different.
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