There was an email issued from the management at my workplace to ask workers to go back early due to the continuing rain which had flooded certain routes. I was skeptical if I could get through the flood water with my old car but forced myself to press on, carefully and laboriously trudging behind the long lines of vehicles ahead of me. When I finally reached home the sky was already dark even though it was only six. Exhausted, and after a quick-to- fix instant noodle I lay on the sofa, staunch in my resolve to watch the repeat telecast of world cup finals between Spain and Netherland over RTM1. The sheer fatique however got the better of me that I dozed off intermittently through out the show, missing certain moments but the energy got back on right after Spain scored the decisive goal and I immediately sat upright to witness this historic moment, whilst celebratory mood erupted throughout the entire stadium as Spain proudly and gloriously hoisted the golden trophy.
Happy that Spain won yet feeling sympathetic for Netherlands whose players long after the final whistle blow, remained in stunned silence in the field, contemplating a battle fought hard yet victory was not theirs to claim. The contradictory emotions of sheer ecstasy and deep dejection was simultaneously played out in this great arena of game for fame and glory, for the entire world to see.
13 July :
When I drove back home after work the road was clear of traffic, devoid of the every day bumper-to-bumper situation. The sky was still bright and the air smelled clean and fresh after a thorough cleansing session from yesterday’s downpour. I spent some times in the balcony listening to birds singing in between the trees to welcome the impending dusk while colours of dark blue and red adorning the evening sky, and lightheartedly whispering words of encouragement to plants in the balcony with an immediate sense of serenity and gratitude washed over me..
I just want to give thanks, for moments of pure bliss like this.
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