tennis, the train and ghostbusters

i'm ecstatic. ok i literally was smiling ear to ear from early morning. the moment i woke up, i jumped off my bed and clicked on yahoo tennis, and there was the sight of rafael nadal screaming on the grass and i knew it was all a happy ending.

that was just passed 5am, and i felt fresh as ever. although the truth is, i couldn't sleep all night. i know at that moment nadal was battling roger federer for the wimbledon tennis championship crown, so i kept getting these glimpses of nightmares of federer actually won (god forbids!) in my sleep.

i just couldn't watch the match live. i just couldn't. it was too heart-wrenching, the roller-coaster ride events were just too much to bare. i mean, i like riding the actual roller-coaster you know, but at least with that i know i won't feel like jumping off some cliff at the end of the ride.

so what i did was just have my panasonic HD recorder do the job and i just hoped for the best (spell: chickened-out).

and you know what, good things do come to boys who wait. never have i been so upbeat about going to work on monday morning, even with lack of the previous night's sleep just to share the joy with everybody who bothers. i think the whole company know i'm nadal's big fan.

work, well, went as usual. morning was spent preparing for the weekly meeting (whilst peeping in menstennisforums.com once in awhile when the computer was processing), then lunch, long meeting, then having the usual after-meeting withdrawal syndrome hanging around in other people's cubicles before dashing home on time.

to rewatch the good parts of last night's match.

gosh, now when i wrote about it, i do sound like a maniac, don't i? i guess these freaky little things make me happy in my pathetic little life. i mean, i really don't need to be climbing mt kinabalu up and down, or diving to the shore of the deep sea just to feel fulfilled. give me a nadal win from my couch and i'm practically in orgasm mode.

i just think that i'm easily satisfied. in fact, as a human being, i must be the simplest emotionally created version ever. there are no complex feeling whatsoever. like the other day when my internet acquintance happened to throw me a bomb, asking me what was i thinking about at that exact moment, and i figured, nothing.

nada. which made me think, am i that shallow inside?

maybe it's ok you know. i mean, do i need unnecessary stress thinking about stuff that might or might not happened? i might as well just enjoy the ride as it is. if there is even a ride in the first place.

oh yes, i must mentioned about this long time friend that i met last saturday. we studied our degree together in nagoya japan. we were from different universities though, me from nagoya university of technology doing engineering and she was from nagoya university doing medicine.

we haven't met since i left japan in year 2000, so when she said she'd be in singapore for some conference thingy, we just had to meet. eventhough the only time and place to do that was one hour before her flight in changi airport terminal 2 sakae sushi.

it was refreshing catching up with our lives. she was still as i had remembered her. all the deja vu of our students life came rushing back in. it was amazing how we were once in the same time and space, and now we have our own lives to live.

while updating each other about our lost moments, i kept on thinking, 'has it been that long?' it has been 8 years for goodness sake. what have i achieved for the last 8 years to update? only something so mediocre i must say. i haven't invent anything new, or make any beneficial discoveries, or even contribute anything back to the society.

my life has been a straightforward constantly-moving-way-under-speed-limit-in-singapore-expressway journey with little sights in between. with that sights being weekends.

weekends that include a trip to JB by railway train from singapore's tanjong pagar station recently which i couldn't understand why it has to be delayed every single freaking time. seriously. that railway company is a total disgrace. they charged me SGD10 for a 45 minutes journey which include super slow-motioned immigration checkpoint at woodlands. i spent like what, 5 minutes inside the train.

the stupid train was delayed by 30 minutes, at its starting station!


at least this still gave me a bit of childhood nostalgia


anyway, if it was not for the invititation for house warming cum ghostbuster mission made by my friend, i wouldn't bother to make the trip. she's from johore, working in singapore and recently just purchased an apartment in larkin. confused? well i couldn't write more about her since she's reading this blog haha..

the house by the way, is nice. the location was on this quiet suburb beside some greens, from where i supposed some paranormal instances could originate from haha.. (ok the truth is i'm always jealous of nice new houses). the gathering went ok too, it was a lot of fun.




ok now i am sleepy. i think i'll watch a bit more of last night match and go to bed feeling high...



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