World Cup
This World Cup season is perhaps the only time we wouldn't be labelled
as unpatriotic fools donning other countries' colours with matching
face-paint, especially where there are money to be made in betting the
right team. We would just be called fools waking up at 3am (Singapore time) watching
millionaires prancing at half-completed stadiums in a third-world
country. The only legitimate thing to do at 3am is to pee, then go back
to sleep.
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I would like to join a non-government, non-profit organisation that will
have global impact with their wealth of history and enrich my life. The
closest I can find is soccer body FIFA. Rather than a wealth of
history, it has a wealth of $1billion in reserve; and rather than enrich
my life, it sure can enrich my bank account since countries will
clamour to wine and dine me to clinch their rights to host the next
World Cup. And it definitely has global impact milking from the millions
who made Soccer their religion. The Beautiful Game is played by men in
suits at boardrooms and corridors of power, with the winners determined
even before the ball is kicked on the pitch. Where do I sign up?
More musings on soccer:
http://winstonchongsingapore.blogspot.sg/2014/02/musings-on-soccer-english-game-not.html
Reunions
It was great to meet up with my ex-colleagues for tea where most
of the alumni brought their kids along. I don't think I'm ready to be a
father when one mother used the same words to her toddler as how my wife
would to me: "Sit properly!", "Don't talk with your mouth full!", "Stop
crying!"
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A
balloon is cute and cheery and yet an former university classmate whom I've not met
in 10 years inflicted me with much pain and sorrow by using it as a
verb on me. So now I've resolved not to attend anymore school reunions. And
if you are one of those who have lost touch, yes, that was NOT me that
you saw on the street the other day. And yes, now I hate balloons.
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Muffin is one of the most-loved pastry and I would be delighted to be
associated with any words related to it like stud-muffin. So naturally
I'm ecstatic when someone mentioned that I'm a great muffin top since it
s the tastiest part with the crunchy crust and toppings.
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A close colleague mentioned that at a ripe old age of 40, I'm no longer a
spring chicken. While I agree I may not possess the heaven-may-care
youthful exuberance, I hope that this old rooster would have gained much
worldliness and perseverance that rival the proverbial cockroach that
refuse to die.
