Friday, June 30, 2006
Today seemed to be headed into one of those good day categories. The examination and everything to do with studies was more or less out of my mind. Slacked the morning away, then went to join my team for soccer at the CC. And the chance and shot at redeeming myself was delivered straight way. The exact team that we had played back in May. But it started off as a disaster. With less than 5 minutes on the clock, I hit my clearance straight at the opponent's best player. And he promptly took the ball and put one past our goalkeeper. I began to fear that history would repeat itself, and if it did, I really doubt if I would be able to pick myself up and face my teammates again. But thankfully, it worked out. Not totally ideal, but I did play on a level that I believe I should be at. There were still the lack of sharpness and collectedness when sensing passes and making them. The lack of fitness and stamina to chase down opponents whilst contributing to the attack. The poor touches on the ball and so much more. But I would rather look on the more positive side. I managed to hold the ball much longer, try a run at my marker and shoot a number of times. There is definitely room for improvement. But I suppose I did get the confidence boost I needed.
Moreover, I think our team really has alot of potential to go the distance. We have some great individuals who can change the course of the game with a delicate pass, a determined challenge for the ball, a penetrating dribble and astute defending. But before we can get there. We do need out to iron the niggling confusion over duties. Need to look up more and play passes much more than we do now. Yes, there is so much that we can do. But as for myself, I think I will try to sort my own game out more. I am not there yet, but I will be.
Anyway, as much as the soccer game was quite pleasing. It is the very reason why I am blogging now. I was supposed to go out and meet the team to catch the Argentina-Germany game at Plaza Singapura. I was determined to not watch the game online, but on a proper screen. And we were to cab back to Jason's house after the game. Alas, it was not to be.
I had washed up and changed, styled my hair and all. Then a seemingly routine phone call came. And I was promptly blasted over the phone for the next 5 minutes. My dad was really furious that I had left my sister at home alone and gone out for soccer. The rationale being that the television repairman was coming over to fix the television, and my sister should not be left alone to fend for herself. But I had neglected what he had told me to do, just to play soccer. And he was literally screaming at me through the mouthpiece of his hands-free set. And when he finally rang off after the 5 minutes, I thought that I had at least some respite, go watch the game and soon all would be forgotten. Say an apology tomorrow when we meet.
Maybe I was too naiive. But yet again, he rang my handphone, and ordered me back to the house. And my heart just sank. I had pretty much craved to watch the game. And I cannot anymore. Who to blame?
The Samsung television.
Kidding. I totally accept the fact that I was grossly irresponsible in what I did. Compromising my sister's safety for a game of soccer which I could play any other day. But nevertheless, it still hurt not being able to join them. And I think, it was the first time I got screamed at since I-don't-know-how-long-ago. I didn't enjoy it. And I definitely hope it will be the last time I get screamed at by my parents. On a lighter note, I think I have inherited some of my dad's genes in scolding people. Cause he basically scared the shit out of me, even though he was just on the line. I know my dad will never read this, but I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I hope one day I can make him proud of something I do, and return a portion of all the love he and my mum have showered on me.
Reminiscence the past, cherish the present, look forward to the future with hope.
9:41 pm
: 10:02 pm, July 01, 2006