Everytime I promise to update regularly, I...er..don't, so I don't think I should bother promising again cos I just...er...won't.
Anyway, the Olympics are ending soon, and although I promised to boycott it, I...er...didn't. I think I may have trust issues. But I'm glad I didn't boycott it, because it's been a spectacular Olympics. And it felt cool to understand both languages that the commentators were speaking in, which was not the case for Athens 2004. Made me feel like half a China-ese. Then our China spree purchases went and won a medal, which made me feel totally China-ese.
But sadly, I think no matter how many sprees we go on, the foreign talents are always just that - foreign. Something seems to be missing from their euphoria. There just isn't quite that chest-thumping, I-did-it-for-my-country patriotism in their victories which you see in the other countries' atheletes.
If a country like Jamaica, who has less people than Singapore, can produce their own super atheletes, why can't we? Oh yah. Because in Jamaica, to become an athelete, you're not forsaking your University degree and the chance to drive a Mercedes, live in a bungalow, and have a maid.
TV station people: Will you let your child become a professional athelete?
Random mother: Depends on how well the government pays, and whether the government will provide well for her after she retires from the sport.
All the mothers keep harping on Tan Howe Liang's case. Apparently, if you win a medal for your country, you should just be rewarded with lifetime welfare services, and sit around scratching your balls all the remaining days of your life.
Singaporean mothers are the best. Always make me laugh one.
