World-class ball chasing and kicking...

Today, the event many millions salivate over(as much as I salivate over the Olympic Games) every four years kicks off.

I'm determined to be happy because it's still my holiday time, and I can choose to stay up all night if I want to, although I've NO INTEREST WHATSOEVER in soccer and think it's a ridiculous game.

Of course some people think the same of gymnastics, but I don't care what THEY think...


Certainly I do have an aversion to team sports, with the exception of team gymnastics, of course!

I'm at a McDonald's outlet surfing for free, and the friendly manager tells me they're airing the first match live at 12:15am.


As far as my life is concerned, I've had time to reflect on my shortcomings and decidedly determined that I'm very selfish and conceited.

I wish I wasn't as abnormally in solitude as I am, but I'm OK with it, because I wouldn't really know how to deal with company anyway, as I realised with a start that learning good PR and social skills has just begun this year for me.

Admittedly I still lack sorely in this area, and very often go back to my old habit of pissing people off even without realising it.

Well, just two days ago, I was patently snubbed and decided to stop feeling guilty for my action that supposedly caused it,because I felt I had good reason to refuse to do what I was almost compelled by others to do, just to reduce their workload.


The lingering feeling of guilt is a most oppressive burden and I refuse to bear it all the time.