With a plate of jackfruits and grapes, joeyboy and i got through the match most of which had me withering in agony but it was exciting nonetheless. drogba's first goal was admittedly brillant and though torres's wasn't that beautiful, it got jo and i hitting our pillows hysterically and cheering in much relief and i felt i could breathe free for liverpool.but but but... chelsea had to score twice in extra time and not give us a bigger show with penalty shootout. the reason behind the penalty kick was could have been sooo preventable. babel tried but it was too late liverpool and buhbye champion's league final with manure.
Been emoshitting the last couple of days and I'm worn down/out/under/between reasons and people and just now I felt I could be okay and sane cause there were so many other reasons to be okay. Then again, feeling happy is a completely different thing. I really don't care if I don't make sense now.
School today was a 3hr class and 2hr long chitchat session and 97mins movie in the library before going to town. Caught Westgrandboulevard and it was really too bad Trix missed out on it.
There are pictures containing beautiful faces of Cel and Liting but I daren't risk any part of me. It was a long day in a good way. Too bad at the end of night I still end up alone with my crazyarsed thoughts and they aren't so easy to push away now that there isn't anything else much to occupy me. nrghghgnrgh.
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