i dont think im gonna get it.
me and ma big mouth.
then again i was juz doin a favour.
and being nice.
i HOPE somebody gets me IT.
Monday, June 30, 2008
NOT laughing out loud...
and yet another murder took place. i nearly had ma wind knocked out, this time by ma instructor, whu effortlessly took pleasure in testing his own strength against our torsos. and to think that he was laughing while we stood there without guard and absorbed his shots, was not comparable to the fact tht wd cdnt even hit back!
all's good in the hood, and we left smiling anyway.
ysterdae was a spectacle. tomorrow wd be a miracle. i wana learn how to count cards and beat the dealer at his own game. talk bout double-timing a cheat!
all's good in the hood, and we left smiling anyway.
ysterdae was a spectacle. tomorrow wd be a miracle. i wana learn how to count cards and beat the dealer at his own game. talk bout double-timing a cheat!
Friday, June 20, 2008
Destinyyy
I tasted ma first victory, nearly.
A good fight, a better competitor.
I had my first 'friendly' sparring session on my last training. A mini-contender session took place with the winner goin on to face winners of other matches.
As excited as i was, a sense of fear gripped me as i stepped into the ring. that could very well have been my first major fight, and boy was i so bloody determined to win.
The bell rung, the fight started and everything was goin well. but i got a lil cocky and started dancing ard the opponent. Floating like a butterfly never seemed so real!
and then tragedy struck, prancing around got the better of me and i wrong-footed ma opponent. I guess he caught me on the move and i cdnt react in time. wat came next was sheer agony.
I landed on my toe, bent in. I cant be more graphic to describe the position ma toe was in, but verbally, it was in a hideous contortion. My ALREADY injured toe was bent fully down and i landed on that, bringing my whole body weight along onto it.
The sheer pain shot up my brain and i lost balance. But not before my knees hit the canvas, i was met with a bulldozer of a punch right square in ma face. and it sent me tumbling to the rope. wat a way to end a beautiful fight.
but all was good in the end. handshakes followed the hugs and respect was showered. it was a good day, a good fight. the the pain still lingers, although it will be a gruesome reminder of what could have happened in a real fight...
A good fight, a better competitor.
I had my first 'friendly' sparring session on my last training. A mini-contender session took place with the winner goin on to face winners of other matches.
As excited as i was, a sense of fear gripped me as i stepped into the ring. that could very well have been my first major fight, and boy was i so bloody determined to win.
The bell rung, the fight started and everything was goin well. but i got a lil cocky and started dancing ard the opponent. Floating like a butterfly never seemed so real!
and then tragedy struck, prancing around got the better of me and i wrong-footed ma opponent. I guess he caught me on the move and i cdnt react in time. wat came next was sheer agony.
I landed on my toe, bent in. I cant be more graphic to describe the position ma toe was in, but verbally, it was in a hideous contortion. My ALREADY injured toe was bent fully down and i landed on that, bringing my whole body weight along onto it.
The sheer pain shot up my brain and i lost balance. But not before my knees hit the canvas, i was met with a bulldozer of a punch right square in ma face. and it sent me tumbling to the rope. wat a way to end a beautiful fight.
but all was good in the end. handshakes followed the hugs and respect was showered. it was a good day, a good fight. the the pain still lingers, although it will be a gruesome reminder of what could have happened in a real fight...
Friday, June 13, 2008
necklo.matic.dis.order
my body was pushed to the extreme on the last training. ma body was made a mockery off. it was made a laughing stock among the brutal regiment. i cant still feel the aches in the joints and minor muscles such as the hip flexors and abductors. they're cryin out in pain. they do not know the limitaion to what atrocities ma mind holds for them.
we had a major orgy session yeterday. no not that bedroom antic ya thinkin bout. i was thrown into a ring with five others and we were against each other i a gladiator-style sparring contest, minus the blood, drama and glory. and there was no room for the fact tht everyone else atleast had an extra eight kilos packed behind their punches and kicks. that's for being the lightest there.
despite watching countless attempts at goal, Italy brushed past prolly the biggest scare of the tounament. i watched in horror as the referee pointed to the penalty spot, just to have the transmission blank out, having to rely on the screams from the kofishop down stairs. being able to distinguish the diff types of screams brought the drumbeats to a steady motion of heartbeats.
murder as they wrote, takes place on the field with 23 men, and a ball as a murder weapon.
we had a major orgy session yeterday. no not that bedroom antic ya thinkin bout. i was thrown into a ring with five others and we were against each other i a gladiator-style sparring contest, minus the blood, drama and glory. and there was no room for the fact tht everyone else atleast had an extra eight kilos packed behind their punches and kicks. that's for being the lightest there.
despite watching countless attempts at goal, Italy brushed past prolly the biggest scare of the tounament. i watched in horror as the referee pointed to the penalty spot, just to have the transmission blank out, having to rely on the screams from the kofishop down stairs. being able to distinguish the diff types of screams brought the drumbeats to a steady motion of heartbeats.
murder as they wrote, takes place on the field with 23 men, and a ball as a murder weapon.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
the TRUTH that saddens
I lost ma fav and lucky ring. my heart nearly broke out in tears. honestly, i hoped the road below the bus wd open up and eat me up. just me only. but i had to bear the pain all the way home.
and ma hair is a MOCKERY. i cant seem to salvage it.
and ma hair is a MOCKERY. i cant seem to salvage it.
Speak to me.....
i L O V E, L O A T H E training. i wanan do 2wice weekly now. i juz love the pain and sheer orgasm in the ring. im SERIOUSLY undertrained! i need more pain. i wanna hit bag more.
damn. give me the chance, i'd do 5 day weekly. prolly 2wice a day. nvm. i dont think il live long after tht. but watz more to life than to live?
on another note. Sex and the City killed the boredom outta me. i juz found a new meaning to the word 'die'. i died and came back last night after the movie ended. and to think that throngs of women filled the seats to the brim juz to catch a glimpse of a few topless scenes and sarah jessica parker gettin the boot from her man.
tsk.
damn. give me the chance, i'd do 5 day weekly. prolly 2wice a day. nvm. i dont think il live long after tht. but watz more to life than to live?
on another note. Sex and the City killed the boredom outta me. i juz found a new meaning to the word 'die'. i died and came back last night after the movie ended. and to think that throngs of women filled the seats to the brim juz to catch a glimpse of a few topless scenes and sarah jessica parker gettin the boot from her man.
tsk.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Goldilocks
the barber screwed ma hair!!!
i look like chicken little..or so wat they claim.
damn im heart broken.
i nearly cried when i exited the shop.
to see all the chunks of hair fallin down and onto the floor...
and now i look like a war has run down ma head!
i look like chicken little..or so wat they claim.
damn im heart broken.
i nearly cried when i exited the shop.
to see all the chunks of hair fallin down and onto the floor...
and now i look like a war has run down ma head!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
The Art of Killing One's Self...
ive grown pretty accustomed to pain. its in my insanity that im able to put up with such immense pleasures. i love the feel of canes against ma bones, sand-filled bags against ma legs. i can almost see maself drifting into another world when the onslaught begins to take its toll.
ive grown pretty accustomed to pain, really. they say the tongue is a deadly weapon. thatz why they keep it locked up behind bars of teeth and a mouth of steel. i'ma linguist, and yet ma words are tied before her. nothing much seems to get out of ma sayings.
pain, like ive proclaimed is just in the mind. physically, its just a cluster of time thatz meant to torment you. i feel like mine has been goin on for ages, and it doesnt seem to be stoppin...
ive grown pretty accustomed to pain, really. they say the tongue is a deadly weapon. thatz why they keep it locked up behind bars of teeth and a mouth of steel. i'ma linguist, and yet ma words are tied before her. nothing much seems to get out of ma sayings.
pain, like ive proclaimed is just in the mind. physically, its just a cluster of time thatz meant to torment you. i feel like mine has been goin on for ages, and it doesnt seem to be stoppin...
help me.
Do u know the diff between life and death? I've seen it. and the vision is sitting directly across my eyes.
Im sick of life. Ive had it with her. ive seen death through her eyes. there aint a saviour to pull me away from this wreakage. ive seen enough in this lifetime.
she claims im way too much. oh please have u ever been my galfren for once. then why make a whole whoohah and still utter the words 'i love you', when you dont!
my life is so fucked up that i cant seem to turn to anione and pour ma heart out. a rendezvous in the making. and yet she says I'M PSYCHO!
izzit so hard to find a proper galfren? or perhaps even a fren, with no conditions? let alone a human being! i juz wanna sit under the table and cry till the clock stops tickin and the world comes to a standstill.
isnt there any human out there? or am i just prepositioning for the cast of the next season of "Lost"?
Please God, Kill 'em all and YOU sort it out aight?
Im sick of life. Ive had it with her. ive seen death through her eyes. there aint a saviour to pull me away from this wreakage. ive seen enough in this lifetime.
she claims im way too much. oh please have u ever been my galfren for once. then why make a whole whoohah and still utter the words 'i love you', when you dont!
my life is so fucked up that i cant seem to turn to anione and pour ma heart out. a rendezvous in the making. and yet she says I'M PSYCHO!
izzit so hard to find a proper galfren? or perhaps even a fren, with no conditions? let alone a human being! i juz wanna sit under the table and cry till the clock stops tickin and the world comes to a standstill.
isnt there any human out there? or am i just prepositioning for the cast of the next season of "Lost"?
Please God, Kill 'em all and YOU sort it out aight?
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