After work saw me at beach rd with a certain friend. Sigh. We travelled from tanjong pagar to lavender just to buy ziplock bags and a small mirror. pffftt. Perhaps some mee goreng or sup tulang from the food centre would have made the trip more worthwhile? hehhh. But nevermind, I had quite a fill for lunch and somehow still managed to gobble down a meal from macs and later on, a milkshake. I ought to knock myself silly in the head each time I whine and fret over the fact that I'm getting fatter. Thank God, I turned down the offer for supper at west coast with my family. How I mustered all the courage to turn down mutton soup from west coast, is unfathomable.

Bumped into a couple of people. Namely Fiza and Rusydi. There is no need to explain explicitly the delight in me when I saw Fiza somewhere along the underpass of orchard and then Rusydi, on the way back home. Splendid.

I got home just in time for soccer while my poor friend had to sleep and miss out on all the action. hur hur. No cable mah. Nevermind, you can subscribe when the first pay comes in okay? (; Oh, how the game kept me at the edge of my seat till fulltime. I should probably keep a scrapbook of some sort which stores collated pictures of my different facial expression everytime Liverpool misses a golden opportunity to find the back of the net. And for that, my dad should and must install a camera somewhere near the television. yea. Okay, this is probably the outcome of excessive television-watching and bumming on a Sunday. In any case, it was a spectacular match and we're through to the final. Seronok lah!!! It's a shame that it isn't a Reds and Blues final. What a game that would be.

And until today, I've never been so mad and utterly disgusted with a man whom I don't even know. Verily, a man who's stupendously ungracious in defeat, is the best man to defeat.

"Chelsea have still only lost twice to Liverpool in 10 meetings over the last two seasons - but what painful defeats they have been. "