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When griping grief the heart doth wound,
and doleful dumps the mind opresses,
then music, with her silver sound,
with speedy help doth lend redress.
-William Shakespeare
Comeback Kings
I tell you, sometimes you can get heart attacks from supporting Liverpool. Last year in Istanbul, they fought back from a 3 goal deficit to clinch the Champions League Trophy after the penalty shoot-out. It was such an amazing night, even for me as I watched it on TV in the wee hours of the morning. Totally unbelievable.
Last night, The Reds gave me yet another emotional ride in the FA cup final. 2-0 down to 3-2, before Gerrard scored a screamer in the 91st minute to make it 3-3. 91st !! My words. The feeling is indescribable. They eventually went on to win the cup after penalty shoot-out. I was actually praying like mad for God to let my beloved Liverpool win the cup. When you don't doubt, somehow it'll happen. I was almost ready to let go and believed that we won't win the game, but well, it was so miraculous yet true. Stevie G's the man !! God must have had a great laugh at me, looking at how jumpy I was last night. He would let my team win, but in such heart-stopping fashion. Haha. You got me there God. You're the real hero of the day.
Little Lyvia and Grandma came over again last night for dinner. She's still calling me baby boy though. Only the special one can call me that, and I'm not talking about Jose Mourinho thank you. Anyway, out of the blue, she asked me if I was a Christian. Apparently she saw the cross that I was wearing. So I asked her if she knew what being a Christian means. She said, "Must believe in God ?" So I told her that two thousand years ago, we had a good friend named Jesus who died for us because we were naughty, so that we can be forgiven. And He came alive again after 3 days, because He is God. Haha. She was staring at me with those big eyes for a few seconds before suddenly asking if she could see my white colour treasure chest. Haha. She was very amazed by the stars inside, and that's where she realized I was born in August as well, just like her.
It's a pity that at 5 years old, she has to deal with a broken family. Her parents are divorced. And the thing that disturbs me is that, at Primary 1, she has her own handphone !! But I guess that's the best way she can get to hear from both her parents regularly. And the thing that amazes me is that she's still the cheerful and bubbly girl.
Some people just shouldn't lose their child-like faith and innocense, ever.
signing off at 3:42 PM
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