I have to admit that I was never really an avid football fan. Four years ago, I was like "Football is watched by people who have nothing better to do and wouldn't mind watching 22 people chasing over some stupid ball." I may have to take my words back. I was 12 and didn't know any bettter. I was only an avid fan of Manchester United because of the wrong reasons. Well that was the past. Lets not duel on the past.

I stayed up yesterday to watch the Argentina vs Germany quaterfinals encounter. Since the first time I saw Argentina play, I fell in love with them. Not them literally, but their style of playing. It was basically, entertaining and out of this world. Since then I never missed a match and was quite sure that they will win the cup this year. It was the first time I felt the tension and the intensity of the game. I was rooting for the Argentinians all the way. Sadly, they didn't make it. I almost tore of my favourite jammies when Ayala missed the second penalty.

My dad just had to sneak in a comment saying that Manchester United wants to buy Ayala for next season. Good timing, dad.

So I went to bed feeling what thousands must've felt after Argentina lost the game.

Dissapointed.

I could point fingers and blame the people who totally ruined the game from start to finish but I do think that in a way, Germany played well, handled pressure professionally and won. So, thats great for them. But the thing thats not great about them is what happened after they won. At first I thought Argentina were being sore losers but after seeing the final footage and news on the radio its proven that sometimes football isn't as beautiful as it seems.

Anyway, I am still going to watch football no matter how beautiful or ugly the game is. Hey, atleast its better than sitting on the floor and staring at the ceiling.

On the subject of school, last week went by like a flash. Mainly because I was absent for the first two days. I was infected with hardxcore fever. Yes, I was sick. It usually takes me 24 hours to get better but this fever was out of this world. It started on Saturday afternoon and lasted until Tuesday morning. Thats why I call it hardxcore fever because it was so..hardxcore. Never gave me a chance to recover the next day and totally ruined my weekends. For the record, I lost 5kg's in three days all because my tastebuds went dead and I had no appetite because of it. My dad offered to buy McDonalds but I was like "No dad. Save your money. Think about the kids in Africa."

Told you it was hardcore.

Imagine the horror when I went to school the next day just to find out that Mrs L2 wanted us to finish up two reports by this Friday. Two reports?? Is she fucking kidding me?? Not only that, I still had Add Maths, Modern Maths, History, Biology and Bahasa Malaysia homework to catch up on. I was only gone for two days and it felt like I have to pay the price by doing a month load of homework.

I would've not been suprise if hardxcore fever decided to pay a visit again.

On Thursday, we had two periods of EST. Half of my classmates were not in because they were they were involved in the qualifying for sports day. So for the first period, we learned about French words that are used in the English language. The kids found this funny basically because none of us speak French, let alone know the right way to pronounce certain French words. So here we were trying to pronounce the words written on the board and all of it came out sounding really vulgar. Later, we had to use this word in a sentence and guess what, it became even more vulgar.

Just so you know, the first word we learned was 'tete-a-tete.'

For the second period, Mrs C let us watch the running competition going on at the field. We were in some class in block A so it was easy to see what was going on at the field. So there we were cheering like idiots from the windows. I heard that 'WH' was going to run. Apparently, Su Faye fancies 'WH' because Chuan Chuen would not stop teasing her. The rest of the boys were sarcastically betting on Jordan (the quiet one) to win the race. That was so not nice of them because we all know that Jordan can't run for shit.

They both lost.

We had two periods off for English because Mrs A was absent. The class that we were in was 4 Dahlia and it was so damn hot. While the rest was busy finishing up their Add Maths homework, I was busy fanning myself with the Add Maths exercise book. Minutes later, 'WH' and Jordan came back and all of us clapped because we knew that the both of them gave their best. Or maybe because we just had nothing better to do but to insult them by clapping and cheering.

After that, came Friday. My class was still half full but we had to study nonetheless. At first I thought I was the only one who has not finished the Chemistry reports but I guess I was wrong. Everyone almost climbed on the table and danced when we found out Mrs F was absent and we had one an a half hour off. So everyone took this time to copy their friend's report. It was so fun. People were running around here and there and writing as fast as they could while yelling at Jeremy to shut up about passing up the Add Maths book.

We finished. We conquered. We went home happy.

If only everyday school was like this.

PS: My brother just handed me a packet of Choki Choki and I laughed like a lunatic. Reasons:
1)I never knew it still exists.
2)Try pronouncing Choki Choki and not laugh.