World Cup 2010

Dismal end for another World Cup. World Cup 2010 in South Africa. But first of all, all the good things we are thankful for...

We are thankful for the extraordinary upsets that took place including the 1-0 lost of champions Spain to unknown and unheard of Switzerland, home of the infamous, Sepp Blatter.

We are thankful for the different perspective we got through the colours of South Africa and the vuvuzelas that destroyed our ears. But I still dislike Zuma.

We are thankful that even though England exited so early, Italy and France exited even earlier, and that we witnessed the early departures of Portugal, Argentina and Brazil before England was avenged of Germany by the hand of Spain. Thanks Spain.

We are thankful that we even got to watch the matches, for all the late nights and the mornings we had to persever through.

We are thankful that mostly justice was swift and pride was erased from the faces of Maradona and such.

We are thankful for the Jubalini settling into the game because it was so bouncy and awkward at first.

We are thankful that we could share our pleasures and sadness through facebook and other mediums

We are thankful that as we got depress from losing we rebounced higher than the jubalini when we saw providence going against the predictions of the bookies. We hope the Octopus dies.

We are thankful that we learn so much about others. We learn about their flag, national anthem and their statistics but we also learn about different culture and their silly royals.

We are thankful that at the end of it all we realised that we are only human and stripped down to pure emotions we are really irraitonal beings.

We are thankful that we are not the only mortals who face stress and failure especially when they correlate. So did Rooney, Ronaldo, Messi, Kaka, Villa, etc

We are thankful Sepp Blatter changed his opinion about technology even though it came at the cost of the England goal. We should not be repulsive to change.

We are thankful for all the interest we had in the games whether it was North Korea playing or watching just to see the French and Italians fail.

We are thankful for all the nail biting matches especially the late late goals. That changed the outcome of the game except for the ones that did not go our way.

We are thankful also for all the red cards and penalties that went our way.

We are thankful for all the inspiration to fight till the end but especially we are thankful for the answered prayers when we were about to cry at the sight of defeat.

We are thankful that we were all reconnected to the raw emotions suppress within, the tears, the anger, the exhilaration! Every one of them, in many ways we were like Maradona. Only not.

We are thankful that we were part of the millions all over the world, including those that do not know the real football, those that are suffering, those who do support the teams we hate and those who are different from us.

We are thankful the World Cup was not about about one man be it a player, coach or referee. Though Howard Webb almost made it so.

We are thankful for all the people who lost money, they should learn that life is not about predictions but providence.

We are thankful that the finals hosted two countries who have never won it until Spain took it for the first time. There will be a tomorrow, Netherlands! Oranje!

We are thankful for irony.

We are thankful for the Hand of God right down to the last goal.

We are thankful for The Beautiful Game.

And for all your participation.

Here is to the next World Cup!

Singing forever young, Singing songs underneath the sun, lest rejoice in the beautiful game and together at the end of the day. and then it goes back- Wavin' Flag

And now I just have one last thing to say and then i would have the WC out of my system and hopefully my sleep, SPAIN CHEATED! and they taught us that sometimes in this world injustice prevails and cheats go unpunished especially Iniesta!

i could use a wish right now

is stress due to faithlessness?

it is my worst nemesis. i fear it now more than ever because it is always around. i feel it is awaiting its opportunity and that it takes advantage every time, every little chance it can snatch. it starts with fear and it lives in depression or frustration.

all this because of unbelief.

where is hope?

The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread tot he wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding , nor yet favour to men of skill: but time and chance happeneth to them all.

I don't know what is going to happen, we are going into the finals of the World Cup 2010, I am sitting here wondering of myself...

As thou knowest not what is the way of the Spirit nor how the bones do grow in the womb of her that is with child: even so thou knowest not the works of God who maketh all.

Sometimes, it all comes to a point where,

I praised the dead which are already dead more than the living which are yet alive. Yea, better is he than both they, which have not yet been , who hath not seen the evil work that is done under the sun

And when better hours smile upon me,

There is nothing better for a man, than that he should eat and drink, and that he should make his soul enjoy good in his labour. This also I saw, that it was a from the hand of God.

Until I brought back to reality when I look in the shadow of life

Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun: But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness ; for they shall be many. All that cometh is vanity.

Where do I go from here,

Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions

My silence

Have you been in a situation where you wish there was a way to shut everybody and anybody out? It is so noisy. Noise from everything but especially from people. People talking, the words, the giggles and then the questions that patiently sit in the air waiting for your answer. Why, why, why! Do I have to answer them!
SHHHHHHHHHHHHH... if only you were so quiet, the wind would blow and we would feel the air moving passing from one body to another and then we would communicate in the silence. Sometimes, I have regretted being so silent. But my air has run out and you trying to blow on me is not working; it just makes me drier. Those meaningless questions and words they do not fit into the silence but they feed the silence, they mount my resent for meaningless words.
I am quiet for I find no words, I am clouded with feelings and cannot stream them into a sentence. Instead they bounce around in my heads. And when all those people talk it is words bouncing around me. I feel compressed within and without.
I see people moving in a circle, they can call it the cycle of life but all I see is the cycle of death. And we fill the spaces with words. Why! Can we touch without talking? Those meaningless words and sentences and conversations, they take away the minimal air left.
It is probably mine own feelings crowding your conversation with silence. Make some noise! I have invented the latest answer to your game it does not need a syllable.
Do you wish you were never here? Well, me too.