Ugly Ugly

"Dear Mr. David Villa and your bunch entourage of Spaniards,

I don't like you guys,

and I don't think your dirty World Cup victory changed anything."

It's a clear indication of how desire consumes people who are so desperate to put their hands on the World Cup trophy. And for two teams who haven't seen their last victory in decades, no one bothers about the rules anymore. So Holland and Spain, you guys don't deserve to be in the Finals if that's all you can mark down in your football history. Yellow cards (in fact, the most in football history. You guys even changed history, for damn sake!), faking (like how a friend was amazing by how a player could trip himself and receive a penalty kick for his side) and bad coordination. Plus I'm still nursing a grudge against Spain, because it still baffles me as to how bad playing can get a team so far. My dear Deutschland, avenge yourselves next World Cup. Let Lahm have the armband and sit him snugly on the defence line, have a more mature Neuer in the goal box, and let Schweinsteiger lead his firing squad into the finals again. Then perhaps we won't need to watch another lousy World Cup finals.

Anyway, congratulations to Die Mannschaft for their delightful play at the 3rd placing playoffs, and thanks to Uraguay for the great sportsmanship.

You guys are the REAL SPORTSMEN.

Introduced Jack's parents to the Thai makan place at Sunshine Plaza after visiting it twice with my fellow colleagues and Jack, since his dad likes Thai stuff. But - omg - we still should have ordered less. I probably ate more rice yesterday than an entire week's combined amount, which means I should be ballooning in no time. But the food was as good as it was the previous times I ate there; the Tom Yum Goong was ol' so traditional, it has to make my Top 5 list of spicy must-have food. And - horrors - my Shanghai trip is coming up soon. More ballooning. Please save me, my Kettler dumbells!