A U D R E Y sugar, spice, and everything nice

the worst has been confirmed. witnessed by my disbelieving eyes. Man utd. won the game between Liverpool and them.

i'm NEVER GONNA TOUCH THE PAPER TODAY. if u get what i mean.

die-hard fan, u ask? i defiantly raised up my chin and said, of course i am!

that's why i'm still moping now.

my mum was like, gee what's the big deal bout? lose only mah, not everybody can win every game.

then i replied her, "supporting and watching liverpool can only bring about two emotions, etscasy or "wanna muntah blood" feeling."

yesterday was a case of wanna muntah blood feeling. for pete's sake! liverpool had about 10 + chances and man utd? about 3 or 4 i think. and they won. thanks to their hero whose name starts with a T. no, not Torres, like everyone thought who would be the hero. TEVEZ. nombre de dios.

as they say, there are people who think the world bout football. there are people who c0mmit suicide after the world cup. there are people who die because of heart attacks due to over-reacting to their favourite team's loss. though i may not fall into either categories, i was certainly a frustrated fan yesterday. instead of resorting to swearing, i let my frustration out by abusing the man utd. players. haha.i'm guilty.

while abusing the man utd. players, my heart was silently urging the liverpool players to for god's sake pass the ball properly. even my mum, who's a on and off footie fan, showed her frustration early on during the game. i was like ,relax mum, they gonna get the equaliser. at the end, i was the one sulking and abusing the man u players.

torres is one of a hell cool man. i think he was the coolest guy on the pitch. no yelling, no angry expressions. nothing. my salute to u.

as they say, life goes on after a fall. when u fall, get up , try and try again.