Aftermath of Champions League Final:
(in sequential order)
- Urgent half day leave.
- Pointless MRT rides.
- The Da Vinci Code.
- Watching repeats of the match, study each and every player expressions whilst drinking what i believe truckloads of coffee.
- Goes to sleep with sad sad feeling in my tum tum.
( I am sadomasochist like that.)
I think, I'm OK now. At least I stopped wearing that grouchy moody expression anymore.
Oh well, shit happens and we got to move on.
BUT we will be back. STRONGER.
Come on you gunners.
/looks at Aisyah's picture in her gooner garb. *smiles*
CL aside, I love Paul as Silas. wooohooooo! And Mackellen, gd stuff old boy! I wich I could write MORE but I will not spoil it for anyone yet.
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