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  • December 2005
  • January 2006
  • February 2006
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    Sunday, January 08, 2006

    God answered my prayers and they didn't let me down after all. (:

    I was terribly overwrought that they were at the losing end, I was in tears. But all was good in the end. They finished off and made it to the 4th round in a truly classic fashion. What a comeback. I'm a happy girl. See, who says I need a guy to make me happy? I need 11 guys. hur hur. okay merepek la.

    I was a wuss nevertheless. I cried over a football match. I cried when I thought the reds were going to lose and I also cried when xabi alonso added his final touch because it was too beautiful a moment.

    I am ecstatic beyond belief.

    When you walk through a storm
    Hold your head up high,
    And don't be afraid of the dark.
    At the end of a storm,
    There's a golden sky,
    And the sweet silver song of a lark...

    Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
    And you'll never walk alone...
    You'll never walk alone.

    It really is more than just a song.

    dvd marathon in the afternoon. yay.

    Kwinella @ 3:29 AM!