On the verve of losing, I closed my eyes and think of another match.

Fighting and arguing is a norm. No matter how small the problem is, we'll end up blaming and pointing fingers to each other. Some guys do accept their lost. But some don't. They rather die than accepting the fact that they weren't on the winning side.

Some would just prefer to play it safe. Turn around and walk away. Pretend that they saw and heard nothing. But deep down, their angst heated to the highest level. High enough to burn a group of Viet-Kong army. Ok. That's so hypocrite. Next.

From this small argument, a small tension created. Then it become bigger. And then booom!!

War?

Errm. War for me was nothing than watching a TV series. We watch the drama. Heard the stories. We cried. We sympathies with the hero break-up. We cheered when the hero beat the bad guys. But then come commercial breaks and what did we do?

We changed the channel.

I'm not a soldier. I never experience war. And I'm not an anti-war-reformist too.

But I'm old enough to feel what losing taste like. And I don't mind to taste another.

I thought I draw an ACE but it turns out to be a JOKER.

What a fuck? Lol.