It's been a long time since I posted and my recent posts are about my beloved Pool.

The past few days has been a roller-coaster ride to say the least. Constantly refreshing the pages on forums for the latest tweets or blog entries. Thanks to the coverage from The Guardian/This Is Anfield/Liverpool Echo, my nights were never empty and I slept really late, normally still checking for newer info through my phone (I love wi-fi)

A blockbuster, an epic tale, dramatic twists of the plot. I rate it 5-stars.

It was a frustrating wait for the official announcement and for the first time in my life, I was streaming BBC news. After sleeping very little and very very overworked, I was falling asleep while waiting at 11pm.

When the board members came out, my tears started to fall. Like a switch.

I sobbed.

It's a brand new start!

At the end of the storm, there is a golden sky, so they say. I can't say if this is the golden sky we are holding out for. But hopefully the rain has stopped, the sky is slowly but surely clearing up.

I took a break from work and watched this clip.



And I teared. In office somemore.

No, it's not about the past how grand and wonderful my club is but the spirit, the unity of the fans that made me very proud of my Pool.

I saw the news as it was breaking when I was having my vvvvv late dinner. Almost cry into my bowl instant mee, making it even saltier.

What is happening to my beloved club?

Whenever I watched LFC TV on the old highlights, it makes me sad.

I see the boys scoring and celebrating, or trying to defend. Basically playing the game.

Now I get so depressed, petrified even, to watch a Pool match. That I have to mute the volume.

Literally no eyes to see.

Perhaps they offend some footballing gods, perhaps the beach ball is cursed...

When I see them play now, gosh, I feel like going over and giving them a slap on the face plus a good kick up you-know-where.

If they played well and lost, I don't mind. But they're not even playing at all. See also vomit blood. So you all suffered from low confidence, no one can save you except yourself.

Can you boys pls wake up your bloody idea? I miss the smiles on everyone.

*sobs*

There are people in the world who thrives on detoxing themselves but they forgot/don't care they are in fact shifting their poison onto others.

They just act innocent. "I just need to talk about it and I'll be fine". Kaoz, spread your negative emotions.

I have had enough. Whiny, insincere people who doesn't give others time of day.

You have a bad work ethic. Face it. And how do you want people to give you credit for that? Stop thinking the world is against you and wake up your fricking idea.
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I really need to stop being so reliant on others.

- Spotted an Everton fan in the match, no one beat him up... which was good.
- Spotted a Chelsea fan who came in and waved to the crowd. People around me booed him and called him a loser. I agreed quietly.
- Heard that there was a fan who came in a Man U jersey with 'Owen' on his back. Oh well, at least it's still a red jersey.
- It sure looked like National Day (but all the Beatles songs, Brit culture and asking the crowd to sing the Liverpool anthem twice is a tad too much. We are still Singapore leh.
- Merlion Cup? Yeah right. Next up is the Sang Nila Utama Cup.
- It was really cool to get stuck in a traffic jam on the way to the stadium and seeing that there is at least a red jersey in the vehicle next to us. I could have sworn if I lowered down the car window and started singing, people would have joined along.
- After the match, we went for dupper (dinner+supper) near my place and saw groups of Liverpool fans there. After-match prata never tasted so good.
- And yes, I do feel like a national traitor.
- Lastly I enjoyed the match very much...simply because there are no PRCs or Bangalas around. Strictly no offence but they have really invaded too much into our lives. It felt very Singaporean inside the stadium, except for the ang mos who actually led the singing and cheering. But we guffawed at our own local jokes (Esplanade Cup anyone?)

It's my first holiday with him and it's way too happening.

From planning to saving up money, till we booked the tickets. H1N1 pandemic nearly stopped me from going, especially after quarrelling with my mum. Got to ride on A380 and finally when we have reached HK, got typhoon somemore!

Yah, I'm typing this in front of my window. First typhoon siah (so excited like a suaku Singaporean)

And there's one more surprise which I will reveal later.

But first, watching the rain, with lots of warmth, coffee, cup noodles, chocolate and chips. I'm safe :)

I'm pissed off.

And I should have seen it coming.

It just doesn't matter. Kindness doesn't matter.

I'm not rich in monetary gains but at least I can safely say I never did one thing to be mean to you.

Can you even say the same for yourself?

Trust me, karma awaits. Case closed.