Hey there clowns. I am back, since i stopped in october. Felt like posting cause there are some stuff i missed out, like my own confirmation and other events which i can't remember. Time flies and, unfortunately, i have been to bloody lazy to document those events. But i do remember some. SOME.
1. My confirmation. 2.The stupid chalet visit. 3.Watching Step Up with Keith and Khym. 4.Linnette Lau and Cheryl Tan's confirmation (plus those of a few other friends from school) 5.Going to image to ask for a job. (Have not got the magical telephone call) 6.Going for my cca camp. (Karate camp was one fun pain in the ass)
OKAY. Since my camp was the most recent, as i just got home this afternoon, i will talk about that. I left home on saturday and just came home today. On the first day, we had some madass training. Did strength and conditioning training with sledgehammers. Nearly killed my hands. Got to spar with the whole fucking club, as in every member, excluding my instructor. SPARRING WAS FUCKING CRAZY. Had to spar with a brown belter (brown is one rank below black), who is in the national team, i think, as well as a black belter. The brown belter tried to sweep me off my feet by kicking me real hard in the area above the right ankle. Didn't work, but hurt like shit. Fought with everyone TWICE. AND THE BROWN BELTER TRIED TO SWEEP ME AGAIN. After that i had a mountain on the area above my right ankle, plus the skin under my right big toe kinda tore. After all that, we had first aid training. On the second day, we woke up at 6 and ran for 18mins without stopping, which is more than 3km. That was not sooo bad. But after that, the fun began. We had to do a whole bunch of exercises to work out our abdomens. That was over AN HOUR long. After that, my instructor dropped a 3kg medicine ball on my stomach, and stood on my stomach. BED OF ROSES. After all that, my whole body was aching. WHOLE BODY. Plus i got kicked in the bladder area on the first day, which was kinda stupid. After all that training, i found difficulty going down stairs and walking. Everything is painful. Except shitting, pissing and talking and typing and i don't give a shit what else. We had a barbeque after that, which was fun. This morning, we got up at 8 and cleaned up the whole place and left at 1. So here i am now, in pain, typing my ass off. Well, waiting for my dad to get home, so until next time, appreciate the fact that you can easily walk, stand up, descend from stairs or carry a backpack. Cheers.
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