12 AM

It’s 12 AM, and I am writing this during half time of the Man U-Arsenal clash. On the backdrop of such a momentous fixture, I realize that I have some issues. More than the typical magazine can boast. And less humour than the typical magazine usually contains, as you can see.

I have got a song in my head and I don’t even know how the lyrics go, although I have been listening to it for the past few hours. Never thought a song could make me cry but it’s not just a song. It’s so much more than melody, more than just a bunch of verses. It’s something I don’t comprehend.

Ah well, me and my mixed emotions must go now. The second half beckons. Oh isn’t life is a football match? For me I’m still in the 1st minute but it feels like stoppage time, losing 4-0 to Derby. Well, that’s me.