World Cup disappointments

Nakakainis!!! I want to throw an emotional hissy fit the way the Argentines do. I knew it. I felt it. I just didn't want to believe it. The moment I saw the players preparing to go onto the field, still at the dug out, there was something casual and shall I say, carefree about the Germans mood. The Argentines on the other hand looked skittish and tense. It was a feeling easily translated from the screen to the viewer. I felt a chill in my heart, but I tried to shake off my ALWAYS accurate hunch that the results would disappoint me. And so it has. As Melinda Gordon would always say, I think I have a gift. I have good forecasts into things that could happen. Say, my friend asks if her perpetually postponed trip overseas will finally come through this time, I can tell her based on my hunch. As a matter of fact, my hunches have always been spot on. So you can imagine how unhappy I was to be feeling that muthereffin hunch on the Arg v Ger match.

I have never rooted for a Euorpean team for the WC, save for Azzurri. My heart has always been with the Asians and the South Americans. The South Americans play football like it was part of their very soul. It is magic to watch them. The Europeans have good control, techniques, and superb talent as well, but, I don't feel anything when they play. I don't know. As for the Asians, the affinity is of course that I am asian as well.

Anyhow, my HUNCH has failed me this time. That's it for me and the world cup. Till next time.

oh life, oh youth

What a day! Had 2 meetings back to back but just glad that other one is over and done with. Tomorrow is supposed to be really hectic again. Fridays in Rustans are terribly hectic that when it's finally time to go home it's like you just finished a 10k marathon or something. Thankfully, the adage is true. You never feel like it's work when you're doing something you love. Thank god I love what I do that I can keep doing this for 8 - 12 hours and still look forward to the next day.

Soooo..in a couple of days I'm turning thirty one. So we do get old. Fascinating. In my youth I felt immortal and impossibly cool. When my parents belted out tunes from their generation I would roll my eyes and think that my music would be cool no matter what era. I'm not so sure now. The fabulous thing about maturity is this confidence that you gain from the passing years. Only Tiger Woods must have this built in confidence that never wavered. Until the scandal that is. Ugh, enough about the birthday. It's gonna happen and I'll just have to get through it.

Very Random. I realized I have been single for 6 years now. WOW. That long, yeah. I'm trying to sort out how I feel about it. I mean, really, honestly, and without bullshit. First thought? I will wait as long as I should, to find someone who complements me, and I, him. I am pleased for everyone who has that special bond with someone but as for me, I continue to wait. My life has always been rich regardless.