sadness. the first word of February 28th.

Liverpool lost to Chelsea. the worst part is that the captain, of all people, scored an own goal to top off his below par performance. sadness.

Dom, Kenneth and Lan are at my place now. venting our frustrations on the xbox. we should all just go down to the court and play soccer now. i don't think anyone would be there at 3am [you think?]. oh well. it's a few hours to the results. i can't help but feel a double whammy coming on. Liverpool's loss, then a horrible result slip. i have a really really bad feeling that it will happen. i'm kind of down now, and i think i'll be feeling like i'm underneath hell after i get my results. i'm not relishing the countdown. sadness. the gig's coming up. i hope i wouldn't be too despondent after the results. i have a bad feeling that i'll get a large number. this number just keeps popping up in my head and it's not pretty. so much for feeling nervous. there's nothing i can do now. sadness.

sigh, sadness.

"To every broken heart in here..."