After the previous entry, I figured that my entries have got to stop revolving around football and Liverpool (okay, and Stevie G). It's not as if I'm any good at the game. Everytime the gang wanted to play soccer during PE, I would try as much as possible to be involved in other games like floorball or basketball. The only time I couldn't evade the game was during one of the last few PE lessons when we had to play against the teachers. Not wanting to have much of a go at it, lest I make a complete fool of myself, I would find myself playing as a defender (and a good one at that. hur hur).

Tapi, kalau dah dasar kaki bangku, memang kaki bangku lah.

How I began to love the beauty of the game is unimaginable and an absolute miracle. But given that there is Stevie G, otherwise known as Captain Fantastic, and 21 other men chasing a ball on a pitch, what's not to like?

Moving on...

Someone told me earlier today that I have an emotional baggage that is way too heavy for my own good and that I'm a basket case. But after all the emotional turmoil I've been through (nothing earth-shattering though) within a time span of 1 year, how can I not be... so damn emotional about it? After a few minutes of senseless blabbering over text messages, the person simply told me to move on.

I am quote
weighed down by the burden of old emotion
unquote

All that weight is going to slow me down. So by the time I've crossed over to a pasture more promising, I'll be so old, my eggs are all probably dying.

hur hur.

How I managed to see humour in that, I have no idea. I'm *that* twisted.