6 years of tense training, i finally found an opponent that is good enough to not only withstand me but also retaliate and injure me. His name starts with an 'e' and ends with a 'dison'. You all know him don't you? That F*cker. *firm and serious, not even a slightest inkling of humor* All he knows is shout at me and anger me, then run away when he knows his physical strength can't hold a candle to mine. Serves him right, scolded 'son of a b*tch'. I hate anybody who offends my family members and or or my pals and friends. Little did i know that he knew a bit of martial arts too. A bit, a bit enough to make me limp. Now i walk as if my legs are one long one short.
Damage
Me: Right leg injured, never mind, apply painkiller can δΊ†.
F*cker: Scratches on his neck and an injury running down his back. How would i know what he's gonna do about it?? Yup, i dont care, not one bit.
ERERRRRGGGHH!! so bored.. before PSLE study study study bored to death, after PSLE play play play bored to death still STILL STILL STILL STILL STILL!!!!! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!