your love makes me stronger, your hate makes me unstoppable.
this pretty much sums up my entire 2009 apparently.
ok, I think this is pretty vague, even for me, so gimme a couple of secs to put everything into perspective for you.
I had a wager on Liverpool to clear the -1.5, meaning they had to win by 2 or more goals against Aston Villa.
I woke up and watched the match at around half time, and was treated to a spectacle of how to NOT pass the ball properly, how to not start an attack, and how to not score. Albeit, on a really piss poor field in really snowy conditions
For 45 mins in the 2nd half, all i saw was really no evidence that either side could score (let alone knock in 2 goals), and I was beginning to root for villa to knock one in, just for kicks and just out of spite against liverpool.
Then Torres comes in and scores in the 93rd min with an insanely lucky deflection which brings a perfectly weighted ball into his path for him to strike home.
Aston Villa 0 - 1 Liverpool
Like I said, that's kinda the story of my 2009. Life just dangling a carrot infront of you, then pulling it away just as you're about to grab it making sure you land in the most god-damned embarassing way ever. Life just teasing you bit by bit carrying you up to the optimal height... so you can hit terminal velocity before you hit the ground. Life throwing you lemons and the lemon juice squirts into your eyes when you try to make lemonades.
Starts of with that stupid wart on my foot at the start of the year, in an all awkard position, so I could like soccer abit still, but not be able to do it @ 100%.
Then entering NS, where I blew my chance at command school because the wart got worst and well, there was that whole crazy rash incident.
then having to walk with 1 feet arch-ed because of the wart, and oh my god-damned goodness don't even get me started on the therapy for removing the wart which required 5-6 sessions of the doctor using a blade the cut the the skin on top of the wart until blood came out, before spraying liquid nitrogen on the wart directly, on to the bleeding very vulnerable skin.
Then after being a medic, getting a really really shit posting to the most jia lat medic posting, a platoon medic in an infantry platoon. Still barely being able to walk properly and all that. Forced to go outfield and climb mountains all despite the injuries.
Fast forward to the surgery, which means that I haven't properly indulged in soccer for the whole year, not been at 100% for the whole year. Which sucks by the way. I rather be fully fit, than get the mc, seriously lol.
Well, I guess that's 2009 in a flash for me, removing all that bullshit issues about the girls which seirously blew out of proportion, minus the 623s 624s the hypocritical sluts and everything. That was a pretty forgettable 2009.
Ok maybe that was a little too 'cup half empty'.
I guess it was an eventful 2009 with many lessons to be learnt, remembered, and mistakes not to be committed again.
As the new year arrives, the inevitable happens and I feel like your typical run-of-the-mill Liverpool Fan with their "THIS IS OUR YEAR!" expectations.
Let's hope this year really produces something fruitful out of it.
anyway, I was looking thru the horoscopes for 2010 for those born in the year of the horse, and I took a peek back at 2009 too. Apparently 2009 was the year where I was supposed to have tao hua yun, or more luck with girls, and 2010 is supposed to be shitty. If 2009 was considered good, it'll be interesting to see how 2010 can top 2009, let alone be worst. Maybe I'll get to see more hypocrisy from girls like this year, maybe more knifes behind my back... (stares at Limwoan :D)
anyway, here's to a better 2010 for everyone!
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