The spirit stays...

Yes,many of us are still reeling from the shock of the loss yesterday.This may sound cliche,but it was really a tough fight,VJ soccer guys played hard,and that is really what matters most.Win or lose,they played their best and for that,they deserve our utmost support.All the way,guys,VJ will be behind you always.

The penalty shoot-outs were so nerve-wrenching...it's either they get it or they don't!And whenever the player braces himself,the silence that pervades the entire place was really choking(except for that instance when that dumb MI guy started clapping-what a jerk!)The game was rather rough too,lots of shoving and skipping and falling and kneeing and injuries...and lots of header balls as well,as though they all wanted to play a "high" game.All in all,great job,don't cry and cheer up guys.And hope Mr Tan's food poisoning gets better,so that he will be able to answer calls and reply messages meaning well and providing the much-needed consolation.

Look ahead!
There is no thief
To steal away your aspiration.
Look ahead!
There is no tiger
To devour your prayer.
Look ahead!
There is no man
To doubt your realisation.

The school was so empty today,especially the field which was usually populated by the soccer players training.Instead it was just the trackers and throwers who came back for the usual Saturday trainings,and the soccer gals who went for their match against TJ later(great job gals for that 1-0 win!)We played a really dismal(in terms of number of people) game of soccer amongst ourselves,Sui Hui,Megan and I against De Cruz and Thiru.It was funny watching Megan squirming whenever the ball was passed to her and the squealing sounds we uncontrollably emit when we missed.*big laugh*The "aiyoh,hopeless la" looks on the guys' faces say it all.We got more help from the pro Liyin when she joined us later,and thanks largely to her skills,we won the badly outnumbered guys eventually*smiles*Not bad for a start huh?

I was asked the question,that I so often get from people everywhere,today.I was walking home from the bus-stop when this guy(he's kinda cute actually) tapped me on the shoulder and asked whether I was Singaporean.I told him yes,I was born and bred in Singapore(true-blue Singaporean la),its just that I happen to be a mixed-blooded freak of nature that is based in three different countries.He was like,"Cool!" and asked for my name(I told him) and number(I stupidly declined...I know,I'm still kicking myself for being so dumb!).The main point I want to ask is not whether I'm stupid enough to not give him my number,but whether I really look so "un-Singaporean".Hmm maybe my mother's genes are really strong...