0850-Study Room
My creative juices are doing anything but flowing at the moment…bleagh. But I haven’t updated this in a while now, and I felt I owed my readers something…LOL. Riiiiiiiiiight.
Anyway, the only thing I’d like to mention here is that my wonderful Liverpool has made it to the finals of the Champions League. A few posts ago, I had written about how they bad they were doing at the moment and how much I still supported them. Once a Merseysider, always a Merseysider. And now look what’s happened. Elation is by far a great understatement. I didn’t get to watch both legs of the Liverpool-Chelsea match due to the fact that I don’t know where the TV is in my hostel. I know, ignorance is hardly an excuse, but even if I did know, skulking around at 2.30am when I have class first thing in the morn is not my idea of a good time.
So, the one I had entrusted to inform me of all that was happening was none other than Aisya…the true Blues fan. Lol. Irony. Might as well. The first leg ended with a draw, so it was the second leg that really mattered. A big shout out to the fantastic Liverpool fans who gave a taste of what it meant to be a Reds fan to Jose Mourinho!
Anyway, on the night of the game, I was busy pacing around in my head, wondering and anticipating and worrying until I fell asleep…when I was suddenly awakened at 5am by a message from Aisya…the words ‘Liverpool won’ stood out like a rock would among pebbles. I didn’t know know what got into me, but I suddenly jolted up from bed and started cheering REALLY LOUDLY, waking up all 3 of my other roomies in the process. Lol. Yani, who was in the next bed, jolted up herself and called out my name so worriedly I felt guilty…but that didn’t register until later that morning. At that moment, all I did was clutch the phone, and waved and kicked wildly about. To end it all, mosquitoes started attacking me at that very moment so I grabbed the Shieldtox next to my bed, sprayed the air around me 3 times and dozed straight off. I can see why Yani was so wary of me later. I jolt up at 5 am, scream bloody murder, kick my arms and legs about, grab Shieldtox to give it a good spray before plopping back on my pillow without a care in the world…what an image I must have left her and Kak Syara with!
Oh, another event which I’m not particularly proud about…a giant butterfly had somehow wondered into our room the other night and had nicely settled itself on Yani’s bed. Since all my other roomies were busy yelling and laughing and STANDING OUTSIDE THE ROOM, it was up to me to be the heroine of the day. *snort* What transpired that night was anything but heroic. From what I wore, down to the way I executed my mission…I’d rather not relive the memory. The point is, I accidentally mutilated the poor butterfly. Shame was the dominant feeling of that night.
Enough said here.
