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Sunday, June 20, 2010
siesta fiesta.

This break is turning out pretty well i'd say. The best part is naturally overloading on sleep at the most inappropriate hours. Pigging it out on the bed is the most decadent treat after a long night of soccer. That being said, the world cup isn't helping a wee bit. In fact, my bio clock and sleeping pattern has done a topsy-turvy one-eighty; day has become night and vice versa. But this beats school hands and body lying down. I was actually getting in the school mode, with the early morning lessons (read: 12pm) and hectic work schedule. Well there is another week of break left, and i shall milk it for what its worth.

The relative calm of my uneventful life was shattered recently, well maybe not exactly shattered, but rocked somewhat. Suddenly so many things are happening at once and i feel left behind. I am due to move house again, for the second time in my 22 short years alive. Downsizing to a smaller unit somewhere in Marsiling. i'm not exactly rubbing my hands in gleeful anticipation but my family would greatly benefit from the move. It is a huge possibility that i would be room-less, not that i'd mind, but i'll miss my current one. Personal space is not an existing entity in my household. Maybe its time to move out? Kidding only, mum. But it'd be nice to get me a vespa eh. Sacrificing my privacy for a bike seems like a reasonable trade-off.

Quite recent my paternal grandfather was admitted to hospital and turned out he has stage four cancer, which is terminal. He's staying over with us since his discharge and mum is his caregiver. Its a bit of a lifestyle change as i'm not used to see him so often. Initially i thought why but i dismissed that thought immediately and kicked myself for being so selfish. Its quite depressing to see him so frail and fragile, bedridden and unable to talk. It is of upmost importance to give him the best care and treatment while he is staying with us.

This kind of coincided with my ONOW service learning project with the Singapore Cheshire Home. Glad to be done with it. Can't divulged much details about that but it did prepare me mentally and psychologically towards my grandfather's condition.

And yes Zaknius the world cup is here. The previous post was a day before the first game and honestly its been quite a bummer of a world cup. Its weird and crazy at the same time. The french and english are like a snowballing train wreck. No country has exceptionally stood out after the first round of group games, maybe argentina and brasil the better of the lot. The top teams are toothless in attack and clueless defensively. The minnow and smaller nations are adapting a mourinho-esque style of play which is tactically sound but has zero entertainment value. Sure you can frustrate your opponents and maybe nick a lucky goal on the counter. But for fuck's sake this is a tournament. You can draw all your games with none scored or conceded and you'll get booted out for sure. Its the anti-thesis of soccer, you can't score if don't attack.

That being said, Italy was hugely disappointing in their opening game against Paraguay. Playing wide with players out of position is not something i'd expect of Lippi. Gilardino was nonsense as usual, typical of his performance at Milan. Iaquinta and Marchisio and Montolivo too. The brighter sparks were Pepe and De Rossi, perhaps shouldering much of the attacking and defensive duties respectively. Zambrotta and Cannavaro are past their prime and Chelini and Criscito and obviously not up to mark.

The injury to Buffon is a huge blow and i have no idea who this Marchetti is. The report on Lippi screaming at his attackers when they failed to score during at a training session is funny. Well Lippi, you brought it upon yourself. When half your team are from Juventus who finished 7 in Serie A, then something is seriously wrong. And thats for leaving out Del Piero, Totti, Perotta and Cassano. I hope a much better performance tonight against New Zealand, nothing less than a comprehensive victory.

The guys and girls are going to Kl next weekend, damn, was looking forward to that. Is ICP test better be worth my sacrifice. Need some retail therapy, haven't been shopping for a while but i'm afflicted with the great june financial crisis as well. Maybe i need to start working again.

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