life is the shit now. nt in a funky sense...
but in the literal sense....
last night....
wilfred called me.
he told me....
that frm tonight onwards i dont have to go for training at kallang baruh anymore.
transalation- i have been kicked out of the national team.
well...i dont know why.
neither did wilfred.
i dont blame him.
he just relayed the message.
well.... no i'm out of the national team.
in case it isn't blatantly obvious, its not a good thing.
so...i'll have to train back at bishan.
bollocks.
1st... no punching bag. so whenever i want to train i'll have to get someone to hold one for me.
and thats seriously hard to get.
2nd... in bishan we train on some piddling 4x4 mat. its hard to get a feeling of the ring when you train on such a tiny mat.
fuck it.
well.... we talked about this shit last nights.
common consensus-this is fucking trippin'
ha-ha.
well... apparently eboy's gonna call wen fu jiao lian and ask him wtf is up with this shit.
he's thinking that if we're fucking booted out too then he'll quit.
just to go along with me.
man...that guy damn brudda.
however... he shouldnt be doing this shit. the training there is actually relevant to him.
i appreciate this though....
ha-ha.
we're thinking lots of shit now....
maybe we'll even jump to muay thai or mma.
hehe. complete fighter, right?
knn... life is bollocks.
i hate this shit.
i fucking want wings now....
hehe... hate u later, bitches....
go fuck a dog...