Olympics
I was watching Susilo and Li Jia wei's lost dreams and felt thankful that I am not a sportsman. I respect them, really do. But I cannot display good sportsmanship. I admit it. I don't like failures, I hate to lose in anything and everything. I know, I am the world's greatest loser. Therefore, for all the respect to the Olympic competitors representing Singapore, my respect is double that. My heart practically stopped when I watched the north Korea player deliever that potent game point. It killed the hope of so many Singaporean. But in a way, it doubles our respect for the players. As if dealing with the pressure of the game is not enough, our star players need to shoulder the hope of many. I would have lost grip of the racket and sent it flying past the table hitting the competitor's face.
I cannot concentrate. No, I mean, I annot get to START preparing for the accounts test. Yes, I am driving myself to the grave, I am now subconsiously (as many psychologists feel) making what I think I cannot do happen. But then again, if it is subconscious, how would I know what I am feeling? Argh! Bother. I am going to sleep. Catch Lee jia wei's match at 6pm this evening.
Jacqueline
2:31 PM
