oink oink.

my sweet escape.

She pampers me loads. Im not complaining either. Who would?

Love you for everything baby!

For the record... its 4mths now.

s.o.s

We miss our self acclaimed Pothead on the left and we hope he's settling well.

walk on.

I warned you Mancini.

smashin' pumpkins.

Forget the bloody americans.
Forget the oil riggers.

Forget the squabbles and let us forgive the blunders.

Forget the 19 point deficit.
Forget the FA Cup humiliation.

Cause this is Anfield
And it's a European night.

I repeat
This is Anfield
Hear them roar tonight.

war heads.

Years ago I skipped a recess or two to buy my brother's girlfriend (now his wife) a few packs of war heads for her birthday. I couldn't catch her, so I handed it over to my brother, asking him to do me the favor of passing it to her. He said okay and the whole issue died. A few weeks later, I found the few packs lying in his drawer. He didn't give it and back then I just couldn't understand why. I avoided the weird confrontation and let it slip.

Now I think he avoided giving her the sweets cause he probably thought it was too kiddy a thing for him to pass her. Maybe too little a thing to be handed over as a present. Fair enough, but as they say it's the thought that counts and maybe he should have paused to actually consider the nice motive behind that action.

So the other day when Maathuri came over to me with her starlight eyes and asked me to pass her weird doodles to her Santarina, I just couldn't say no. Maybe cause I knew how much it'd probably mean to her.

sale.

Hey guys...
I will be organising trials for my sunday league team mates so please come down and bid for players you would like to sign. Half of them are pretty much loosers, while the other half are currently afraid to shoot. See you guys there.

Nivi I hope you can't watch football in Canberra cause you don't deserve to see this kinda footie. It's heart wrenching.

twenty two.

Happy Birthday my love!

I hope you enjoyed the best of it.