Of serious note.

Well, I've just gotten over the temporary elation which was the moment Dirk Kuyt slammed in emphatically Liverpool's third to complete an amazing comeback against Man City and all their Abu Dhabi funding. Usually I'd go on on a ramble about footy, but today I restrain myself for it is late. 

It is late, and the mind starts whirring into unwanted action. It's the quiet of the night, the dark of the night, that perhaps sets me thinking over the what-has-been's and the what-might-have-been's. And it is unfortunate that sometimes these are not the pleasantest of thoughts, especially at this hour, and on this day. It's unfortunate that I lapse into this mood once in a while, and it weighs heavy upon me. It weighs heavy upon my heart as I am typing this, this which I would likely regret typing!

I think I have figured out the trigger cause of these musings though, and that is good. 

Ah, out of sight, out of mind. So true, and the converse too. Haha I'm actually in a poetic mood, sortof, even though my idea of poetry now very much differs from what I used to think a year ago. So I shall not delve into the self-indulgence that is poetry, or "poetry". 

It is unfortunate, terribly unfortunate, most unfortunate, that I am afflicted such. I wallow wallow wallow in self-pity! 

My heart is turned to a skipping stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.  Haha I am just kidding, PW members, if you do read this. This post has nth to do with PW, that was just random. 

Ah, poor post. I apologize. But it is too late. Hahaha ok by now I am kidding, I'm not that poor. Ah, but my mind, still very much in a stir.