The ball is round, after all.

Alritey. Lets talk about football for once. Specifically, Liverpool. A team who not-too-long-ago (from time of posting) got trashed and decimated, torn apart (and any other degrading terms you can apply) 1-3 and 3-6 (If I'm not terribly mistaken) in 2 separate cup games consecutively to the same team, Arsenal, . Thats not the point. The real point is, both of those humiliating, smack-in-their-face results happened at their own backyard (in other words, in their home stadium). If you were any one of the people in the Liverpool hierarchy, that'd be quite a bomb to swallow.

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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>And fast forward to the present.>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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Liverpool defeated defending EPL champions Chelsea 2-0 at the very same ground that they got trashed, decimated, torn apart and nearly, literally rendered non-existent (ok perhaps the last term used was an exaggeration) not too long ago. Which is what makes football (notably the EPL) so appealing. Next thing you might find, Liverpool (or any big team, for that matter) may get thrashed by a bottom team of the bottom-most division in the hierarchy of the English League.


The ball is indeed round. The way it rolls is never always the same.


Same goes for life. Real life.



Before school started, it was a bore, an un-consequential short life in hibernation. At least before and after YouthQuake. During YouthQuake, it was the only short period of ecstatic-ism in what would otherwise be a static, bordering on life-less, well, life. Despite that, it was strangely pleasant. To a certain degree.



And now?



Well lets just say, at the moment, in life, I've got more self-incinerating bombs strapped on my back at the moment than life-support kits on stand-by. Don't worry if you didn't get that.



A not-so-pleasant class to be in, strands of loneliness creeping back, solitude becoming a normality, and the need to be love and be loved (dammit la, someones post making me emo-ish already. LOL)



As for the good things in life?
Zilch at the moment. Just waiting for the prefectship call-up. The interviewing part, I mean. Not much else I can hope for as most of my "love targets" are snapped up already. Guess its back to the tactics room for a total tactical make-over.









Or perhaps a poo is all I need.