line phobia...

This few weeks are passing by so antagonisingly slow, can't take it already. What seems like years, had actually only been weeks. Every week is quite routine, go outfield, get fucked, then go home.

I'M SICK OF IT ALREADY.

Anyway, went to play mahjong yesterday at darrell house. Its been quite a while since i touched mahjong, got abit rusty. Lost abit, but won most of it back in the end, lost $2. Quite a small game, although there were many big doubles everywhere.

After that went for supper, then dou feng to harbourfront. I wan a license too, think i should go australia take, sounds easy. Hahaha.

Reached home at around 330, and saw the news that liverpool lost. Haiz, from what i hear and see, liverpool were unlucky to lose by a 3-1 margin. Referee once again, at the centre of the controversy, useless piece of shits, mistakes after mistakes, cannot make it.

It's ok, critics feel free to write us off, most of the sports journalist and analyst talk crap anyway, wonder why so many ppl read and still believe the rubbish they write.

Gotten a cold, weather has been bloody weird today, think i should take a nap.