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Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Riddle Of The Vacant

Stayed over at Hao's house yesterday to watch the Champions League. Not really that interesting, probably cause it wasn't Liverpool playing. Oh well, at least there's still soccer. You know you are crazy about soccer when you don't even mind watching the S-League. Went for family lunch later at Lion City Hotel's restaurant. The area around it was filled with maids and probably the maids' boyfriends. It somehow reminds me of Little India, with masses of bodies walking around without a sense of direction. They are like loitering at every corner of the street. Tsktsk.


Went to kick about later with Hao as Dumb did not want to come over to my crib ): Got damn disappointed. That's so so mean. Probably meaner than the mean-iest meanie in the entire universe. Alright back to the soccer part. We were kicking around with one other Chinese dude and several Indian dudes. I couldn't really count them. Oh yea, we were playing at around seven too. Which means the air is much cooler and the surroundings are much darker. Therefore, seeing and counting number of heads got harder. Couldn't be bothered after awhile. How were we supposed to count? Although I think we were outnumbered :D


Dumb is currently having dinner with her friends in a dangerous place where most people (think fifty years old and above) are having raging hormones. This sucks cause I'm not with her too. Crappy stuff. Miss her so so much I need a portable guardian angel please.


Liverpool VS PSV later. GOGO Keane! Get your first goddamn goal for the club and kick those sorry butts! :D

Written @ 10:17 PM




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