Currently Playing: Nerina Pallot-Sophia.
I’m beginning to see a pattern with all the songs I’ve had on loop lately.
Look up Jack’s Mannequin (Dark Blue), Azure Ray (New Resolution), and Nerina Pallot (Sophia), if you have both time and boredom on your hands. See it?
But I’m sure you have better things to do.
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Mid-sem break’s nearing its end, so I’ll be on another hiatus til I’m able to squeeze in a bit of time to come online again. The thing about being in the 2nd year is that you have no licence to make silly mistakes anymore.
The room for screwing up is a lot smaller now. Excuses are only accepted after going through multiple-layered filters, designed precisely to reject those very excuses by default.
Yeah ok, its a little late for this realisation, but hey, reality checks don’t hurt.
Freshman year is so over.
I have to find a way to end my holidays without feeling like ramming my head through a wall.
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Event of the week’s coming up tomorrow night. Finally.
I have a date with 22 men and a ball, 11 of which actually matter. And the ball of course. Scarlet red for the occasion. 
The Merseyside derby’s on. Liverpool to take on Everton at Goodison Park.
I’m not going to take out the crystal ball on this one. Predictions don’t always augur well for me since I bring bad luck when I do. Its clear Moyes and the Toffees have an advantage though. Key Liverpool players have only had 48 hours to prepare after being released from their international duties, so tomorrow’s going to be interesting.
On second thoughts, of course it’s going to be interesting. Since when have Liverpool failed to entertain? Not since this night, at least. Haha. The genius of Gerard Houllier’s managing days at Anfield just can’t beat Rafa’s magic in Istanbul.
An excerpt from a football article:
December the 1st, 2005. Crouch, without a single goal for Liverpool and England, and on a 24-hour drought, is the laughing stock of the media. There is no way in a million years that he will hit 26 goals in the next nine months – no way! – to take his total to 39 club and country goals since breaking into the Southampton team a little over 18 months ago. Not only that, but it’s an absolute impossibility that he would become the world’s most prolific striker on the international stage for 2006, and the first England player ever to hit ten goals in a calendar year. I’m sorry, it just won’t happen.
Oh, its one of those triumphant I-told-you-so moments. Time was all he needed, and look at him now. 11 international goals under his belt, the last one being the winner for England in the European Championship qualifying match against Macedonia. Oh hooey…just keep on at it for the Reds, Crouch.
I hope I see Bellamy, Gonzalez, and Kuyt in action as well. New blood.
*rubs hands*
Since tomorrow’s match will be the first official Reds game I’ll be watching this season, I’d like to muse over a saying of Simon Hattensone:
“You can divorce your spouse, you can even divorce your parents these days, but, for good or bad, through sickness and health, you’re stuck with that bloody club you chose when you weren’t old enough to know better….Could you ever respect anybody who changed club after the age of 10?”
Haha. Well-said, Mr. Hattensone, well-said.
For members of my football sms network, its time to whip out your handphones again. You know my number. For neutral observers, here’s a fact you might want to consider.
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These didn’t make the cut for my portfolio, but I find myself wondering now why on Earth not.
Ah. I think I see it now.
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Jackpot! Ka-ching!
Heh. Sorry. Internal joke.
Lutfi, ni kau punya pasal.
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I really should post entries with less borders. Its clear proof that I think too many thoughts at one time.
Hence, the shooting stars.
Sometimes, it scares me how I can look at all this ambiguity with such clarity.
Enough said here.
