Round 1 Fight!

Since Primary one, I have never rested. If only I knew at that time how powerful words were, I would have never said that “good better best, may I never rest” rhyme. When you think everything is okay in life, something from nowhere happens and then you have to keep pushing for what you want. Sigh

Anyway, I’m sure everyone who knows me by now knows I’m the only daughter of my parents which also mean I grew up with two demons under the same roof. Don’t get confused, I’m talking about certain two boys who happened to have come from the same womb as me.

I grew up fighting everyday for something at home. One minute you think you have the remote all to yourself, the next minute someone is controlling the tv from behind the sofa. One minute you see your meat pie and coke in the fridge, the minute the coke bottle has been filled with water and the meat pie has been raptured.

Even though it was our parents’ house, it was more like survival of the fittest and my mom never had a problem with that. According to her, my brothers were teaching me how to face the real world head-on. Oh and she was a hundred and one percent right because I was so soft and emotionally weak.

My personal life right now is so peaceful but my professional life? Roller coaster doesn’t even come close. I am at a point where I have to face reality head-on just like my brothers taught me. And if my life was a game, it would be none other than Mortal Kombat. Why? I’m always fighting something. Fighting to write 7 reports in 3 days. Running helter skelter to catch up on friends. Fighting my way through sleep to talk to my family when I come back from work.

I’m always exhausted because there’s always something up. When I am so tired of pressing a lot of 1234s to punch and kick, I just go in with forward, back, down and back punch for some fatality. At least, that gets me to slam whatever I’m facing in life down and take a selfie with it to show myself the things I can conquer.

Sometimes, I get beaten so badly in the first round to the extent that I have no choice than to force myself to win the next two rounds. It’s funny how other days, I just end up going back from my problems, jumping left and right over them, hoping not to get caught in any way. Of course, I get caught which leaves me no choice than to fight back even harder.

Oh and in all of this, I am actually all the fighters as and when I need to be but the leading fighter is Johnny Cage. Even with all the chaos, I rarely use fatality because what’s the fun in ending every fight with drama?