was looking forward to today's match..
ended up.. we played wit 10 men for a large part of 1st half..
den amir came.. finally up to 11.. i tink still lose..
coz i left much earlier b4 the match ended..
although played as striker and tried my veri best to chase the
balls back.. little creativity and chances frm me..
i dun noe y i gt so angry.. perhaps its the style they adopt..
perhaps its the style we adopt..
i left wit a cramped thigh.. so i hailed for a mercedes cab..
dunno y i freaking did tat.. bt i did..
coz i was carry folio, boots, bag and tablet pc..
ended up i nt enuff money.. had to call help frm next door..
so my grandfather came down.. to help me pay..
wat a fucking bad day for me..
i need more 1 sad song to turn it around.
so mani things tat i wan to say..
bt all those tat i will say will hurt others..
Y PPL STILL ASK ME TO TELL?