"Torres forced his injured frame through the match and grabbed his ninth goal of the campaign midway through the second half to get Liverpool really firing."
Torres will always be my hero.
"Only two per cent of IKTS players correctly predicted a 2-0 home win for Liverpool."
In your face bug-toothed pervert faced Britishmen (although I think you guys look cool).
I gaze out my window, holding a glass of water, glittering in the rays of the radiant sun. I see azure skies, with clouds partly shielding the sun, giving them a dreamy yet elegant silver lining. The gentle wind was softly blowing against the husky trees, which swayed enchantingly. The luscious sunkissed leaves shadowed its succulent trunk like how a son is raised to support his old man.
Suddenly I notice my vision gradually turning foggy. I rub my eyes. I turn to the world again, but this time looking into a thicker mist. Was it the agony gently enveloping away my heart thinking of how distant yet proximal I am away from freedom? Maybe I can't take it anymore. Maybe I am going crazy. Maybe this is it.
I look down my window, and through the haziness I see the ground, whose height I never noticed until now. I closed my eyes to ease myself from my fogged vision. The moment of obscurity made me feel strong. I felt as if I could fly. I opened my eyes again.
I realised.
I realised the reason for all the thoughts that had shot through my mind like a bullet.
I realised the reason for my fogged vision when the distant terrain below me loomed right in front of me.
I realised what I had to do to end this.
I realised that someone from the unit below me was taking a fag, hence the smoke.
I realised I had to close the window.
Hahaha I got bored. I'm sorry. O's in 2 days. Or let's put it this way. O's end in 20 days. Yeah I know. Long way to go.
Oh and I protected my personal posts, which actually is almost everything, for my own reminiscence, and I'm making this blog public again.
