4 red cards!!

that's what i call an edge-of-your-seat-thriller. loved it. absolutely loved it. and despite the fact that they beat us (they deserved to win), i was really hoping portugal would kick ass. which they did. and i hope they continue to win win win (esp since that means knocking out england:)

ok, so back to the game last night. ronaldo's tears, the unstoppable ref, and the AMAZING saves (by both keepers) were all overshadowed by tense atmosphere in the last 15 minutes of the game. loved it. absolutely loved it. the humorous shot of the last three ejected players (red cards:) sitting together and watching the closing minutes of the game was a true classic.

the party continues

there are 90minute displays of football that remind me of the reason why football is otherwise known as the “beautiful game” (recall the brazil-japan game of a few days ago). of course some teams play more beautifully than others, and some teams are just outright more beautiful than others. but at the end of the day, 90 mins of beating the crap out of a little ball is a blank slate for creativity.

a related party tale: my cousin had an awesome little party the day before lil’ sis left. so we rocked away to all the crazy pop tunes of the current generation. you know what they say: !خوشگلها باید برخسن
it helped me remember that life for most of us is probably a million times better than it would have been just 100 years ago. that’s about as optimistic as i can get right now but it’s a start.

turbulance

the past two weeks have been absolutely awful, and emotionally turbulent. as i sit and type this now i don’t know how it is that i am still functioning. it all started with the sub-par performance against mexico. the unforced errors. then, i found myself alone again in this city, lying on a bed with an iv drip. then, there were promises that we’d win against portugal. but i knew better than that. the lackluster performance ended dreams of one nation. one crazy, beautiful, proud, individualistic, football-loving nation. then, i made a list of all the account receivable and realized there’s little point in working cos we never get paid. the staffing problems continue to haunt me. and every morning i get up at 6 for some unknown reason. at least they didn’t lose against angola. i repeat ANGOLA!

i should be getting ready to register for courses. the list is somewhat limited (compared to the myrid of options available at nyu) but there are some things that i am really looking forward to (which i will write more about later). in the meantime i am left to reconcile my desire to go back to the easy life (aka school) and my desire to see these cases through (aka work/professional life).

and on a somewhat related point, technically this blog is now blocked (so i don’t know if this will ever even end up on the web). how funny is that? i’m reaching the end of my tether. with my ticket a month away, i’m left wondering how this will end.

the cup

t-1 till kick-off.
it's been a year since the qualifing game, and a moment we've been waiting for four years. no actually, its been eight years actually.

the way ppl get so passionate abt football has always intrigued me and to be quite honest it blows my mind in its irrationality. the colours and teams and patriotic jingoism is just pure adrenalin and sheer excitement. and of course the pc talk of it's not the winning that counts... yeah right. i don't know abt you all but i want them to go out there and WIN WIN WIN. haha.

the world is currently consumed by football mania and i'm fully expecting some shit to happen and for us to not even realise:)

i wish i was watching the AMAZING federer-nadal french-final-game right now. today is just such a great sport day. i hope i'm still thinking that in a couple of hours!

musical

an interesting variation on the music experience.