Dear diary,

God. Wasted another 2 days languishing in bed. Recovered from another bout of a mysterious fever attack. Not even so sure how it happened. Doctor said it could be dengue cause it hit 40 d overnight, but I doubt it; it's 2 days and I'm feeling quite fine, save for the heady feeling you get when you lie in bed too much.

Another bad news: The team I was rooting for got booted out by a less-than-deserving. Yes I did say that I don't fancy football all that much, but it's always fun -and sometimes convenient- to just pick a team and see how it goes. How awkward would it be for me to walk into a pub one evening and have a person ask me who I was rooting for. If I replied an honest "Sorry, I don't watch soccer nor the whatever millionth World Cup.", I think I'd be sent packing in diapers and a bib to stop the nosebleed.

So if anyone asked, I support Germany and Spain. And for that matter, I am not a neo-nazi or a bull-hater or part of any group whose remotest presence would stir up a lynch-mob.

And France didn't deserve to win. Heck, they didn't even invent the french fries.