Fighting behind the glove.

wat is meant to be will eventually be a memory. for wat ive forsaken is mountain to many. the despises that go around seem to caringly brace itself against the lush of emotions that fail to reveal their true identities. i miss maself. for wat truly was a evil being cast upon the very existence of God himself; Earth. id walk this plant and run amock. people lay at ma feet and pestered me to leave. sucha a soul i beared, heartless to the extreme. but then i fell, much to the disbelief of many. but the biography of a happy smile ends just there. and im back to my sinister ways. but now i feel all so lonely. maybe none of watz happening is meant to be? i cant read minds anymore. its hard to figure wat everyone's thinkin. ive lost that perculiar touch. maybe im juz growin old. the trick tht ma coach did is still fresh in ma mind, to the extent that it gives me headaches whne i try figuring that out. but thtz wat magice should do, and not confuse pple to tht point that u juz wanna shoot 'em down Bang Bang Bang, Whu's dead??? Fightworks Asia and Kadir's boxing school produces the best of the boxers, we're no far behind. but is the quality AND quantity im gettin good enough to take them out in June? im gonna find that out soon...

Legs can tell a tale of a thousand miles.

Missed me? Fuck you. Im kidding. hahaa. ive gotta confession to make. someone i knew was askin if i had any fear...since i was seriously mocking at her fear of roaches!! hahahaa. oh boy u shd have seen the anguish on her face when i hounded her down the walkway with wat was supposed to be a roach in my hand. it aint tht hysterical. i never realised this fear in me till 23 years of living a life of soreness and denial. a denial tht even the word fear never existed. death. thatz wat has creeped into me. not the fear of dyin..not at all. but the fear of death around me. loved ones departing me. it hit me hard when ma grandpa passed on last year. and then i began thinking, like placing maself in a cold turkey to see how life would be if i was the only soul ard. tears flowed. takin advantage of the fact they they might be around for a long time has put me in a spot where i never held anyone dearly to ma heart. i was juz like grandpa. never showed thy trueself, for he was the hard man, an emperor whu lived by his rules and depicted his legacy to come. thus he hadnt the time to emotionally bestow his life upon us. wat wd i do without the people whu are the favourites in ma life? i still havnt gotten over his dismiss, maybe indeed was i his favourite afterall.