Going for tuesday's training is so unwise..
I have to carry a near 6kg bag to sch and it makes me look like an idiot running away from home. Due to that stupid heavy laptop i have to bring everyday, plus all the barang barang.. School wasnt much of a fun too... oni remembered a fucking butch stared at me, making me damn hot.. yea, yall muz be thinking, stare oni wan to fight.. so childish.. But yall wun understand the feeling of being stared. To me, staring is something. if yall like the feeling of being stared and glared and feel the fun in it, i have seriously nothing else to say. = I was feeling damn hot becos tt butch was like 150cm, small built, wan act fierce by smoking.. Thinking back, if i was myself 3 years ago... she'd turn into pulp already. Its not that im showing off or wat, but i juz dun like it when ppl stare at me. Heard she got a very bad attitude, to me attitude is nothing.. show me attitude and i'll give u all i've got. Its a good thing she didnt approach me with her "boyfren"... i didnt wan to get famous in sch. =) dunno why this year Rp intake so many these kinda small kids.. recently oso tio stared by a freaking bunch of malays.. for no reasons... damn, maybe i got the trouble looking face la.. bo bian lo, got ah beng face is lydat one.. sigh.. but one thing im sure of la, i wun touch anyone unles they touch me.. =) i dun wanna dirty my hands and get myself "famous" in sch.. "playing" with them oni puts me to the same minds as them.... childish.. i've passed the days of gangsterism... once again not trying to show off, it isnt a moment of glory, but more of shame in fact. showing how gungho u are by shouting ur gang out oni makes me smile. well, enough of all those nonsense.. its over anyway.. toking bout training.. tuesday training is so not fun.. so many pros down there.. argh... cannot own them, got owned instead.. not to the extent of being beaten into pulps.. fortunately.. =) but sad to say, my injury got worse.. blardy hell, hope it cures faster.. =( despite all the pain, trianing was fun nonetheless.. i got nicknamed "Headhunter" by bob.. lol... of all the punches and kicks i got from my instructor, i remember vividly a punch going straight to his nose... HAHAHAHAHA... and poor bob, my sparring butty also got hit on his face by my punch which according to him, was stingingly pain and lasted for a week.. well, again.... not trying to boast but i feel strange, such a small skinny featherlight weight like me can deliver a stinging punch.. rubbish.. HAHA... All the fun ended when i start walking outta the club... i started limping again..... |
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