Let me get this straight. This is where I sound my thoughts, and if in any case you beg to differ, get your ass immediately out of this place. Just f*ck off. If you do not agree to what I say, so be it. Don’t question.
Hit the foul mood away.
Let me tell you about Chanbara. It was one of the electives for PE for us, and as expected, your curious Miss Stupidity signed up for it and poof! I ended up in the hall for the elective today. It is a sport of self defense, whereby you hit your target with something hard and long and straight. The warm up was tiring, but it was all about hitting the head (man), hitting the waist/stomach (go) and hitting the leg (a-shi). They came across as “man go shit” at first. Hahaha.
After another ten minutes of hitting the guys who so fortunately were asked to stand there for the rest of the girls to practice hitting them, girls were asked to do a little sparring with the guys. So basically you put on the stinko-hot-stuffy protection cap, and off you go to the guys and try your very best to hit them on the head, waist or legs. We had many rounds of this, and then the coach asked for a contact sparring. So the four of us – kylie, weifen, suzzy and me were up against Rachel, Amanda, jazreel and another girl from another class. Both Rachel and I were using the longer ‘swords’. I must say, whacking anyone who comes into your vision field brings satisfaction beyond words. I guess we all enjoyed the process. All sadists.
But the aftermath was quite horrible. Apart from the minor bruises I accumulated as a result of continuous whacking, my right wrist ached quite a bit immediately after the session. But now the aching seemed far away. Out went the wrist-ache, here comes the muscle strain on both thighs! I wince at almost every step I take now, especially with my right thigh. I guess it was because of long instances of bending forward to hit the legs and resting all my weight on the right thigh, which was perpetually the forward leg. Basically I am now an ah-ma, having body aches everywhere.
Tomorrow is going to be a big day. I hope I’ll wake up with an agile and pain-free body. But I know it’s going to be a wishful thinking on my part. According to past experiences which are highly reliable, I’m definitely going to wake up the next morning, only to find huge difficulty in walking out of the room due to the strain on thigh muscles being aggravated. And I’m going to inch my way to school tomorrow and receive my fate.
Whether or not I’m being called up again depends on tomorrow.
When I got my C for both subjects, instincts told me to rejoice, for at least I have no worries for those subjects as I hit the target they set for me. Instincts told me to be an optimist. However once I sit down and let my mind think awhile, the grades I’m currently getting are not even comparable to the rest. Do not compare yourself to the rest, you might say, but we live in reality, and the stark reality tells us that comparisons exist everywhere. Whether you like it or not, you will be compared to someone or something else.
Is it not so when we compare between JCs?
