Italy won not because they were good enough, but because France made mistakes. To win because of another team's weaknesses does not prove that you're the top. France were damn bloody unlucky, but of course, you could easily blame Zizou for sending their morale plummetting. Oh well. For a team that comprises players that are well past their prime - some of whom have already seen their last World Cup - France played well. I'm still in disbelief that Italy won. I was really hoping that the older players in the French side could have the perfect fairytale ending for the last international game of their careers, but I guess some things are too much to ask for.

This week's the predeparture thing for the Ministry scholars. It's a bit boring, and we have to dress smartcasual - collared shirt and pants. I HATE COLLARS. And it's all like NE tours and talks. Today there was a speaker from Civil Service College who called Singapore's neighbours "unfriendly", and she said that "we can't count on Singaporeans to reproduce themselves so thats why we need foreign immigrants!" Technically, it's true, but she was so brusque! I don't know, but at that point - maybe it was monday blues - it got me really incensed. I mean, how can she put it in such a way that's practically devoid of tact? If sensitivity were a currency, she'd probably have to live off a soup kitchen. Then there was this other lady with her, who sorta reprimanded us for being restless, but yet as she was telling us off, that fake, plastic smile never left her face. It was as if we were flecks of dirt under her nose. I hate people who're twofaced.

Went to town with Dav after that to buy a blazer. (Stupid formal events) Managed to get a decent black one from Zara costing only $35! Such a steal. I hope I don't end up looking too executive and overdressed. Pah.