Two to Tangle, Two to Tango

I'm so damn fucking tired but I just can't sleep.I still got gym later at 1000 and I just can't get the hell into my very colourful dreamland.It's so colourful that candies are jealous!!!

So it's been months now since I changed my blogskin.I don't know if I should.I'm just too lazy to search.One thing I hate most is searching.When there's one thing that we don't need, we always see it.But when the time comes when we really need that something, it's gone or lost and we would search for long hours just to find it!

Okay Okay! So I just got a message from Nirza saying that there will be a match this Sunday at Marsiling Apartment at 11am.I'm so looking forward to this game.It's against what we call them, "The Fucking Losers"! The last time we were against them, it didn't finished.Why? Cause it resulted into a massive free-for-all.Everyone was fighting here and there.So come this Sunday, I'm so ready.Whether a team wins or ended up in hospital, I don't really care.All I cared most is their one defender.He uttered a few harsh words to me that time...I fucking swear I'm going to give him a pain of his life.Punch him, kick him? Nah.I fucking swear I will try to break his leg...I can be very very patient.I can even take it if someone utter bad words towards me.But a "good vocab" about my family? No.I can't take it.I would give him at most, a sucker punch!

Shiyan knows how I can be when I'm angry.She told me that.Cause she had seen it during Sec 2.How I miss a guy's face with a bloody full swing.I missed it.But lucky, though! The next year, I was made a Student Leader...*hemhem* ....

The Manchester Derby