WORLD CUP.

I was still rooting and voting for Holland to win despite knowing the predicted winner from that indian lady at Tekkah-Serangoon who did the telek that Spain gonna win and that friggin' squid that choses Spain. Yup. But i fail and so did Holland. My final soccer venue was definitely captivating with so much men in red armed with thier vuvuzela, their flags. I must say the atmosphere was awesome, it felt as though i was at Johannesburg watching it live. 3 big screens, spacious, windy and a popcorn and a tiger beer stand was a perfect ambience perfect sight.

Boo. Holland lost. I wonder how those men managed to run for so many hours in such big fields. Sitting and watching them play, made my butt feel damn flat.