Is that soccer or theatre?
Dada just 'nagged' at me to clear the spider webs and dust here... eh, i just announced my semi-retirement 2 posts ago, didn't i? (wah sounds like those old footballers hor?) but anw, shall obey my les lor.
just realised this is the 100th post. not bad huh.
at office now. 2nd wk at this new department. not a lot of work initially, but volunteered myself for this newly-launched project so won't be tt free anymore. but still, can afford to slack now. haha.
going to have to organise, with fellow scholars, the award ceremony for the new scholarship awardees. quite happy to finally have a chance to know them better. but it's extra work on top of internship and experiences lor - extra stress. haiz.
damn shagged from chalet and world cup finals man. feeling groggy and dehydrated now. 1hr of slp is clearly not enough. going to have sore throat soon, i can feel it creeping into my throat.
it was great to finally have a 6a chalet. this is the only class i have in all the years in my life which still has the class spirit burning on. just amazing la.
world cup has been occupying a significant portion of my time for the past month. watching soccer game is like watching a play. well, not just the great acting (read:faking) there by the professional footballers, or the classic dramatic expressions showcased by my favourite Klinsman. every game is like a drama unfolding. the players and coach draft each script with strategies and skills. watching this morning's final finally made me understand what we have been examining in my last sem's writing seminar on sports. the element of control is the single most impt factor behind human being's obessesion with sports. we love sports because we can gain some control which we lack in life; but we love sports also bcuz we can't gain complete control, just like in real life. that's why some can control the movement of the ball effortlessly but can't control the temper; that's why some can control which players and tactics to employ but can't control whether the ball goes into the post at the critical moment; that's why the better team may not always be able to win! :(
i suddenly didn't want the final game to end (though i was damn tired by then). in the four years btween this final and the last final, i could barely control much while the events in my life unfold by themselves. would i have imagined being who i am now 4 years ago? the uncertainty of the next 4 years was suddenly unsettling to me. what will i be when i watch the next world cup final? i will be 24 yrs old, should have graduated, and then what? i don't know and i can't really decide or control.
sigh i guess this is what life is all about. my heart can't help but goes out to zidane.
(bear my long boring paragraph on soccer and life. my 100th post should be a little more philosophical, shouldn't it? hahaha.)
another thing i can't control: the turn-out for Experiences! this publicity i/c here is freaking stressed and pressurized and scared and worried. (if only some of this stress can translate into loss of appetite).
i am so sick of emailing and calling up ppl. i want all this to end SOON. sometimes i feel an urge to be a jerk and call it quits. it's so much easier to be a jerk, no wonder we are never short of jerks.
i am ranting nonsense alr. so in need of sleep and shopping therapy!!!
eh les, no more update from now till 23 july liao la. seriously.
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