Last night...

It was a good game. I've always enjoyed a good match. Although most of the time, I was biting my pillow.

I had Chairwoman on text with me since 11 pm. She was on afternoon shift, and was going to definitely miss kick-off. I was her text commentator.

By the end of first half, I retreat to my room and called her. She's home. Bless.

Because I was angry at one person, and I swore to make more enemies as I went around the building saying, "Argentina will win!"

Sometimes, that girl just can't shut up or know when is the time to stop talking. I reckon it's going to be the death of her.

And with this silent vow, and me in my Germany top, I was not certain if I was bought with just a shirt. Or if I was really hating one person enough for the hate to drown this other emotion, similarly 4 lettered.

I was groggy from the night before and I was up and jumping, mostly cursing, with my brother in law. My sister, mildly amused, was only glad for the distraction we provide so that she would not be scratching herself. She's been using herself as her own scratching post lately. We were gonna bound her soon.

The match ended with a result that I am happy about, but could not voice out. That could only be celebrated within. I have a different chant today, "Portugal will win tonight!"

I went to work today with my Germany top. I decided that hatred and anger could not drown this 4 letter emotion out.