195/365: Back To Regular (Body Clock) Programming. The World Cup 2014 Finals And Some Memories

14th of July

I’m writing this while I’m a bit gloomy and lacking sleep. I just finished watching the World Cup 2014 Final Game – Germany vs Argentina . Argentina – the team I’m cheering on lost that’s why I’m gloomy (insert sad emoticon here).

Argentina was dominating the game all through out (that’s how I saw the game) until the young substitute Mario Götze got lucky and broke the deadlock in the second half of the extra time in the 113th minute. That goal secured Team Germany’s win for the coveted gold. Well that’s the way I saw the game. Of course fans of Germany sees and believes differently.

Now that the World Cup finals is over we could also go back to regular sleep schedule ha ha. Filipino football fanatics like me and my family had been complaining for lack of sleeping specially those who needs to work after watching the game. The games were being played live in Brazil and can be watched starting around 3:00 to 4:00AM Manila time. Each game is played at 1:30 hours if without extension and penalty shoot out and more than two hours if extended which usually is the case when tough teams are competing.

In spite of the schedule, football fanatics still watched each game religiously. Well we all know that the next World Cup is after four years – who would want to miss this opportunity?

Football fans are lucky today because there are many ways that we can watch the World Cup live. Unlike some eight years ago when the internet is really not that “affordable” and “accessible” for the “masa” (common people like me) and cable subscription was too expensive. Back then you can only watch the World Cup live via “Pay Per View”. Aaaw!

I remember watching the 1994 (USA) World Cup finals between Brazil and Italy at the National Sports Grill in Greenbelt Makati where Brazil became the champion, the crowd at the sports grill was so overwhelming because they are not only Filipinos but foreigners who are real wild World Cup fanatics. It’s a bit expensive way to watch the World Cup live then but the fun made the experienced worth it.

Then in 1998 (France) World Cup Finals between France and Brazil, we watched it from an exclusive screening at Rockwell Power Plant Mall. My hubby who was actively playing this sports back then and he was regularly invited to those exclusive screenings. It was also the “heyday” of Team Brazil. I used to have the Brazilian flag painted on my face during those days. Too bad I can’t find the photos with the face paint. I only found the other souvenir photos that were taken from polaroid ha ha.

If I remember it correct after those two World Cup matches we were able to watch the following finals at home. Internet became not only affordable but with a better speed that enables to do live streaming if cable is not available. Aah thanks to technology and competition, we are able to enjoy this great sport without worrying where to watch it.

And aah to those World Cup memories. Too bad we only get to enjoy it every four years. Looking forward to #Russia2018!

Photo source: Google images

Tomorrow Is Not Promised

I was going around my stuff that I packed two years ago, back in the time when I decided that I’m done with the corporate world. I realized that I did not check back to this box-load of stuff since I packed it when I exited that world of mine. The sad thing is that, I’m digging this box because I’m looking for a document that will support a stupid system that halted something that I had worked so hard for a couple of weeks. I was feeling upset and frustrated while doing the digging. I realized there are lots of things in this box that I really really love. They are of no financial values. Just the silly stuff that I can’t take away so I just keep them. As I picked and tousled things, I came across some small notebooks where I used to write anything that I can think of at the moment. One of the small notebooks is a favorite since college days. It is covered with my stamp collections and in it are my favorite quotations, prose, phrases and some poems that I personally wrote.

Go Kart at SM Mall of Asia Amusement Complex

I’m doing my usual morning run at the SM Mall of Asia bay side when I spotted this area. It kind of caught me by surprise seeing this area as colorful and lively because I remember during my last run, this area is used to be surrounded with iron sheets coverings, the same thing when there’s something being constructed inside the coverings. And then I remembered that I had a short break from my morning run. It seems like this activity is launched while I was on short break from my morning run. As usual, every time I see something new that looks exciting, I am excited to share the info to you all. So for those who are into cars and driving, this one’s for you! “Go Kart” ! It is located along the breakwaters of Manila Bay at the SM Mall of Asia Amusement Complex just right after the The Giant Ferris Wheel/The MOA Eye . Locational Photo The fee and basic rules Fun and Safety Rules are properly posted in the area but to give you some advance info on what to wear

Missionaries of Charity Home of Joy for the Sick Children

“this place will break your heart, will make you cry, will make you want to reach out, and will make you feel grateful & thankful, all at the same time…” They are located at: 1030 Tayuman Street, Tondo, Manila. Their telephone number is (+632) 255-0832 and the contact person is Sister Anselm. I wrote that caption in this same season last year, my first time to visit a place called “Missionaries of Charity Home of Joy for the Sick Children”. I was with a group of friends along with our respective families. I could never be thankful enough to our friend Rupert and his family for leading us to this place. It was not my first time to do a charity visit to an orphanage and I sort of wonder why we were “brief” that this is for special children. I only realized what that briefing is about when I see for myself how “special” these children are. I apologize if this may not sound good to some, but the sight of the sick children is heartbreaking. I tried to look tough and not to

Balut The Slapsoil Wanderer

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