So, TPJC failed at the final hurdle. Our captain was sent off, the ref failed to pick up that bloddy Guo gwang was diving, and all the dreams of finally seeing the big one grace the halls of Jalan Besar went up in smoke. That totally sucked. I spent a good twenty minutes yelling at the wall. You know those days when you’re just really pissed off and keep yelling at walls? No? Ok then, maybe I’m just a little psychotic. Nonetheless, all that yelling at the wall didn’t really cure the hurt inside.

Of course, we still lost, and life still kind of sucks, but at least I’m done. I’m DONE!!!! Damn, I’m so happy that I’m done. It’s amazing. I wish that stupid ref hadn’t screwed us, but hey, I’m done, and that ain’t too shabby. The end.