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Sunday, April 09, 2006

opposites.

i love judo, i really do. because it's so fun, it's like teletubbies! and you know, every year we get to take grading (exam), then we get to change the colour of our belts which is totally fun, it's like changing your teletubby colour. and my coach and seniors are totally nice, full of sugar and spice (quotequote), they joke around and play with you all the time. training every week just means slacking in the aircon room, we don't have to train hard because it's really easy to win, and throwing and getting ippons is like a natural gift to us. and my teammates are absolutely fab! we spend most of our time improving our complexion and blowing aircon in the dojo. oh, but i have a new pimple! so irritating, but i still love judo. so fun.

*split personality takes place*

i hate judo, i really do. because it's like the lousiest sport ever, no where like teletubbies. every year we just waste money taking stupid stuff you call grading, and buying stupid belts with different colours? do you think i'm still in primary school or what, i don't need colour belts to label myself, just like how i no longer need to paste different colour tapes on my jotter book to indicate my group. and my coach is so rotten, he's so sadistic and he often thinks he's so funny. and worse still, are the seniors, they are all so bitchy that i can't stand them. who do they think they are. and i don't understand why we're training so hard for, everything's like so pointless. we'll never become as good as the japanese, isn't that obvious? and the aircons at the dojo are always faulty, and the dojo is always dirty (i wonder why the school doesn't employ anyone to clean it). oh well, i hate the world and everything sucks.

hahaha, did this because i'm really bored. and random at the same time.

got this tiny bit of abrasion at my eye area during training today, cos i rubbed against chienlue's gi twice. i think it's retribution, serves me right for laughing at someone earlier when there was a pok at the person's eye area. but it's not really obvious, and thank god for my big specs which sort of hides. i'm still sad though, because i'm a major vainpot.

and smelly has a new scandal! AUNTY LOVES UNCLE!

yeah and they were playing with equations, and being lousy in math, this is what i've come up with.

aunty + uncle = love

and sara lee cheesecake is nice. but the coro golden rooster aunty isn't nice because she cheated me of my bun, i'm bearing a grudge against her.

and i love cheese. it makes me shit.

heaven on earth
12:52 am