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Wednesday, July 05, 2006

anyone could have guessed what i was doing from 5.30 to 6am this morning. yes, obvious enough, i was crying together with the millions of germany fans around the world when i saw that first goal, followed closely by the 2nd during the LAST 2 MINUTES OF EXTRA TIME by the italians. I would call it a curse! It was a terrible curse that haunted the germans all these years. They have never won the best pretenders in the world, n they did not have the chance to do so this morning. It was terrible! My heart shattered as the ball curled into that goal. My tears started to accumulate as the italians celebrate. It was awful! even my dad, he woke up at 5.30am to find me in the tv room i could have been the culprit who woke him up by my 'NO'-ings instead of his alarm clock for once. well, my dad found me n my bro creaping suspiciously in the tv room, and he who was supposed to get mad n shout at us for waking up so darn early in the morning for an idiot match, did not say a word to me when he saw me with 'that look'. Even my bro kept his mouth shut for once after saying 'U bet money is it?' Guess my expression then yourselves. i was unable to sleep since then, having dreams over n over again that Germany managed to save that goal, n ended up scoring goals themselves with their swift counter-attack. Obviously, without the 1st goal, Germany would NEVER have let in the 2nd. N when i woke up, yup, dissapointed once again to know that it was a dream. I circled in the ruitine of waking n sleeping, and i just cant believe that Germany lost. ARRRGGGGHHHH someone pls save me from this endless down-ness and sadness. I feel like crying at every thought of the game n yet the tv keeps on replaying the match. I cant watch tv, i cant sleep, i can only blog. Gosh i do wish that France can take revenge for me on these 2 evil teams that made me so sad. Portugal n Italy. France, please make my day. PLEEEAAASSEE!!! The match tonight, i will watch no matter what. N if France makes any mistakes touch wood! I wont have the will to watch the finals any longer. AAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH someone save me from this dark well im in~!!! I cant see the sun! The dark n gloomy sky totally reflects my feelings now~ AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH tell me it's not true, someone! tell me today is tuesday n the game is tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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