Heartbreak on the football pitch

They lost. They bloody lost. They are on their way home.

I'm speaking of Brasil of course. My team. The team i was sure would be in the final. They lost to the bloody French. There are no South American teams left in the tournament, just Europeans. I am disgusted really. Brasil so disappointed me last night. The game they played was lax.

They played scared. Because France always beats them. Like they did in the finals in 1998. So i think this huge powerhouse team saw France as it's boogeyman. It's cryptonite so to speak. And they played a dismal game. I was in shock throughout. I was appalled. They all played terribly. France had the possession most of the game and whenever Brasil had it, they did not know what to do with themselves. Like they forgot how to bloody play the game. And their formation was off. They should have had Adriano in earlier than they did. Him and Robinho. Ronaldo kept tripping over himself the whole game and Ronaldinho was useless as striker, he should have been midfield. Ugh.

Anyway, i have to support bloody France for the final now because they are likely to play Germany for it. Sad sad day in football.

My surgery was postponed. Apparently the corneas they had in that day were of "poor quality" according to my doctor. That worries me a bit but at least he said so and so i am going back tomorrow and that is when i wil go under the knife. I just want to get it over and done with.

Was in Dubai for the past week with mum, the sibs and D. She wanted to see mum since it has been over ten years and so we went. We stayed at the Hilton on Jumeira beach. Gorgeous. Spent time on the beach, shopping and such. It is hotter than the devil's balls out there, excuse the analogy. It was deathly humid all the time and then freezing inside cuz they had the air conditioners working overtime. But you got used to both actually.

Long story short, it was beautiful and i had a really good time. Also went to the Burj al Arab for drinks the last night. The only supposed seven star hotel in the world. The other two stars are not real, just to hype it up. I have always wanted to go to this hotel but it is super posh and super expensive. You have to pay a cover just to enter the hotel and you have to dress smart casual. No sneakers and such.

Wasn't terribly impressed by the skyview bar where we had drinks. It was on the 27th floor and had a little bit if swank to it's game but the ceiling was incredibly tacky to me and threw the whole thing off for me. It was a bunch of these disco inferno type coloured lights that did not go with the smooth sophistication it should have portrayed. It just hit me the wrong way.

The view of the city was gorgeous though. I loved it. One side of the bar/restaurant was all glass overlooking a sprawling, twinkling city in the Arab desert. The chairs were silly looking with this horrible square bullseye design on the back.

One thing i have to say is the food was great. We had a vegetarian platter. It was delicious. The drinks were a tad overpriced for my liking. Overdone. D had a rose martini. Basically straight vodka with rose petals floating on top. It was.....well not as great as i thought it would be. I had a rude tini. Apple martini with a mint leaf or two in it. It was very very minty. Then we had this New Zealand white wine i think. I forgot the name of it. It was ok. Not a big drinker so i dunno if i would have loved it. Anyway the hotel seems nice but i am still curious as to why the seven stars. D said we are gonna have to come back and actually stay there for a night. Even though it will cost about a million dollars plus.

Anyway, Dubai as usual was fun, a nice escape. Now i am back in Iran. Whoopeee. And Brasil lost. Even better. This week is gonna suck.