Watching the most loved game...

watching soccer is, i must say, a most frustating thing...
especially when the team that u support plays like shit, the other team seems to be an entire team of hollywood actors, that upon slightest contact, drops on the floor like as though they've been hit by a sniper..

On hindside, england are very unlucky.. Gerrard the man ain't playing, they chose of all moments to change a formation, and concede two freakily unlucky goals... man, suddenly it feels like the sunday soccer league that i was playing over the weekend could produce better action..

You would never believe the second goal...

Twenty Fuckin Four

It came and went...

Its official.. I'm twenty fuckin four...
Old as a bird man..

The eve was spent drinkin at Charmaine's place... loads of fun till the host decided to bless the house with her lovely puke... all in all it was great fun...

The day itself was generally a real lazy day... didn't go out till the evening when i met corrinne... made our way down to East Coast for a generaly great drinking session...

The venue was ok but the company was first class.. no words to describe it actually..
I sincerely would like to thank all who made it down..

Deep down inside though, i do feel a tad bitter about those who didn't make it down.. not that i'm pissed with them or anything.. i'm sure they have their reasons for not being able to make it, but still it does leave a wound deep within...

I just hope they all know how much they mean to me, near or far... Hopefully its a feeling i never experience again cuz i know its something i dun ever wan to be guilty of...

twenty fuckin four...

nice ring to it...