Keep me grounded.

I know almost nothing about soccer, except to cheer or jeer when
the ball hits the net. Regardless, I agreed when Anne asked me
along to a soccer match between Singapore and Montenegro at
Jalan Besar Stadium. It was my one and only, once in a lifetime
opportunity to catch the Youth Olympic Games live in action, right
at the venue, amongst the spectators.

Initially, I was sitting on the fence. I couldn’t decide who I should
root for. Foolish as it seems since Singapore is where I was born
and raised. It wasn’t long before I came to a decision. It hit me
when I saw Jeffrey Lightfoot lying on the ground almost motionless.
I am pretty sure it scared the wits out of everyone. A horrible gash
was spotted on his face, and he was rushed to the hospital. My
heart went out to him. He lost his chance of clinching a medal for
Singapore. However, his team mates didn’t disappoint the country.
Congratulations there!

Little did I ever expect to be swept into the YOG craze. Nearly a
year ago, I dreaded filling in the surveys on YOG. Business Statistics
also required us to prepare a similar questionnaire. Apart from
knowing what YOG stands for, I pretty much knew nothing about it.

But here I am feeling lost and upset now that the Youth Olympic Games
are over. Cryst can relate to my feelings. It almost feels like a part of
Singapore is gone. Everything is printed on the pages of Singapore’s
history. I should have volunteered my help to the games. I should
have partaken one way or another. I should have made it my history
too. I am getting too emotional over this. Am I normal?