I am so damn sad.

World Cup - 4 years once. And I actually had missed the Final.

I had not been feeling well since last saturday morning. I had seen the doctor. And till now, my temperature had been staying at 39.0 degree and above. The fever is really killing me. Arghs. Alright, time for some rest - while waiting for Bernard to buy back my favorite fish porridge from Outram Park. Nights.