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Sunday, March 15, 2009



Manchester United 1
Liverpool 4

It would have been a sin if I did not start this post with that line after what the Reds did last night. Truly awesome. Despite being a Liverpool fan, I wasn't even confident that the Reds would beat United, let alone thrash them. But hey, it's another 360 on the roller coaster of supporting them. I mean, which team thrashes Real Madrid, Manchester United but have amazing draws with Stoke City and disgusting losses to Boro? If I ever die of a heart attack, it'll most probably be because of Liverpool. It was so exciting to keep on receiving SMS-es from Jo throughout choir practice with score updates la, though I'm feeling pretty bad cause I think she has to pay quite alot for it. Urgh.

Right now, if nothing screws up, I should see Pinky in a matter of 8 months? Yes, one glorious thought to hold on to and hope for. By then the Green Card which is now my limitless credit card to free medical appointments should be a pitiful shadow of its pink counterpart. I'm counting the months, days, hours, minutes, seconds.... actually no.

It's been raining these past few days. I can't recall the time when Singapore was this wet over such a short period of time. Even the ECP was pretty water clogged when I drove on it just now. Not funny I tell you, to feel as though someone has jammed on your brakes whenever you come in contact with a puddle. The mist left behind from the car infront is also sickening, especially when a car overtakes you and speeds up like some road runner. Impatient bugger.

20 soon. I can't believe I've lived for that long. I still stick by my pessimistic views when it comes to birthdays. Your problems mount along with the numbers. Not good, I never thought life could actually bring more problems, but come the new year, you realise that damn yeah, it could. Oh bother.

Ta-da, it's raining again now. No surprise.


Mumbled @ {2:29 PM}
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