To some people, life is like a big pile-a-shit. The more you dig, the more shit you'll soon find yourself in..but that's only if you're a stupid cow who has no idea of what to do in the first place. Of course there's the exception that you're just suffering from a bout of arse luck. Then, to other people, life's just like one big story book that unravels with each turn of the page. Each chapter unfolds the more you get involved with the book. On the other hand, I guess my life's like a giagantic present wrapped with a multitude of layers, waiting to be opened bit by bit.
And right at the very centre lies the core..the cuz de gras that waits to be reached. For me, the core's like a dream to me. So everyone's got a dream but to an athlete, it's a totally different story especially for me. Obviously, my dream isn't to have a dream and neither is it to achieve world peace. Understand it from my perspective...in my field, just about every athlete in Singapore (sad excuses or not) will say they have a dream to either represent Singapore in the SEA GAMES, like that's so great, or they'll either say they want to strive to be the best. The sad reality is, these guys really don't work hard enough. I believe I have a right to say this because when you've travelled around long enough and observed carefully enough, you'll soon realise that our athletes tend to make false promises and hopes to themselves. Our swimmers, our footballers, our netballers, our sailors, our shooters, our track and field athletes..I really hate to be blunt but let's be honest to ourselves, they just don't train hard enough. They're not prepared to make sacrifices I guess. Clubbing, friends, fun, a higher education, all just not prepared to be forgone.
But back to my point, DREAMS. Ultimately, my own dream is to be able to bring back that olympic medal ever since 1960. Weightlifting brought the first medal, why not bring it back? I mean, here I am, someone unrecognised, without a profile..people don't even know weightlifting still exists in Singapore trying to win an Olympic Medal? Some of you guys must be thinking I'm crazy but I've got nothing against you if you do. It's a normal reaction. But I can say I go through alot of pain..emotionally and also physically. I chose this sport because I knew I could do something with my life and not just call it a passing phase. How many youths in Singapore actually do that nowadays? How many actually choose to make an effort to pursuit a dream in sports and push themselves to accomplish it? I hate guys who try to sound poetic, they're gay..but that's not what I'm doing. Each night, I lie on my bed, with the songs, "Dreams" and "If we hold on together" in my head and I just imagine myself standing on that podium with 1000 people watching on, cheering on. Even more back home watching my accomplishment on TV. Shouldn't that be how dreams are created? If there isn't a start, how can there eventually be an end?
I admire the Chinese and Korean weightlifters for what they do..To them, sport isn't just a career path, it's a ticket out of poverty. I strive to be able to train and succeed like them. And I just hope I, and the athletes in this country can do the same.