Thursday, March 12, 2009
Hello Paris.
Ok, i wont be discreet about this. Ive just reached home. And my heart is still racing. I was trying to sleep for the past few minutes but for the first time in my life i couldnt. The lingering and painful sensation etched on my head reassured me that what had happened a while back was reality. There were two major highlights of 'suey-ness' of the day.
Firstly, i flunked 3/4 of my papers. And now i have to get back to my books to do the supp paper.
However the second event that happened was much more important. To put it into simple terms, i got a 'tycot' roughly half an hour ago, if you know what i mean. Ive heard and read of stories about people, mostly teenagers getting their candy ass whooped in the wee hours of the morning. Not exactly entertaining to hear about, if you get it right in your face.
Ok i'll tell you a little of the story even if you dont want to hear. Haha, you got no choice.
My friends and i were having the daily social gathering which lasted until about 230am. We sat there for 2 hours at this place and later decided to go to a nearby 24 hour store for refreshments when about a few meters from where we had sat, a group of 4-5 people approached us immediately. We had not noticed them earlier on.
My first impression was plain clothes police and thought they were just doing their routine patrol but how wrong was i when a loud thud was produced from my forehead. They had shouted at us a question, "Eh korang mane punye?" before charging. I think they managed to get 3 clean hits on my head before i realized it was a sudden attack, then i glanced behind and saw my mates running off to safety.
You dudettes might say we were sissies for not fighting back but in case you were wondering, they attacked with weapons. Bloody ass weapons which could inflict severe damage. On the other hand, we were armed with a bottle of juice, my oreo wrapper and two loafs of bread. I think that it was a blunt object which hit me, like a wooden pole. However, i am very thankful it was not a sharp weapon.
Seeing that there were many of them and a few others appearing out of nowhere, i made a hasty decision to split from my mates and ran off in a different direction. I barely managed to shake them off even though my head was twirling and took refuge across the street. Thinking back, i could have broken my previous record of shuttle run with that speed.
What a way to get free 'meat' bastards. Some display of cowardice there. And to add on to that, they were most probably people from not around the area of incident as they were advancing from the direction of the carpark. What happened to pride and fair play? I felt that God had helped us by giving a sign to go to the store. It would have been much uglier if we were to be ambushed sitting with our valuables sprawled on the table or if someone were to fell while escaping. This tone of writing might make me sound calm, but..
you're right, i am calm now that ive reached safety . Now for the next step.. .. Leceh ah joy .
Anyways, this is a fictional work. Cool and convincing huh. Lol.
The end.
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Signing off.. 3/12/2009 03:14:00 AM
