Nadia Comaneci
No, I don’t find little girls in body hugging gymnastic outfits stimulating, nor am I secretly in love with this girl. Anyway she should be 43 years old now. Just that I respect her for her flexibility. She is the first ever human to get a perfect 10 for gymnastics. Why the sudden interest in gymnastics? Are you going to be a gymnast, Bigbang?
Nearly.
I’m fucking laughing my head off while I’m typing this. My laugh is both from the humour I see in this and from the pain I’m experiencing now. It’s those kind of pain that you can’t cry about, but just keep laughing cos it’s so bloody painful and you don’t know how to react. So just let me laugh first. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
Well last Saturday I decided to be disciplined and carry on with my quest to be an ‘after’ model. Seeing that the sun was bloody good, I went for a swim at 12 secretly. Didn’t want to jio YH cos first of all I knew he bueh on and also to let me have more training than him so I can have a one up over him. Sneaky.
I swam 40 laps. My definition of one lap is 50m. So it totaled 2km. Not too bad, considering I paced myself to finish it within 45 mins. Until I met my friend from OCS… I got this thing about trying to swim faster than other people in the pool over 10 laps. But my friend Chee Wee was good man! He cut me up jia lat jia lat over 10 laps. The thing was, I didn’t know it was him at first and tried v hard to keep up with him but just couldn’t. Just when I was about to give up chasing after him, he swam butterfly stroke! Wah it was damn cool can… anyways, I was resting at the side after my swim and then I realized it was him. Chee Wee and I shared some tough times together during JCC (jungle confidence course), which I will never forget. From then I knew he will be a good friend to have, but sadly there was no chance to develop the friendship. We had a short chat and I was off. Think I will blog about the story between him, me and JCC another time.
So where’s the part about gymnastics?
Relak lah. Just getting to it. After the swim I went for my weekly soccer session with Andy Cheong (AC) and his friends at NUS. Asked Herbs and Quack along as well. The soccer was normal lah. Cos the team that I was in had a super good defender, I played striker. Wah I felt like Ruud van Nistlerooy man. All the long balls were pumped towards me for me to trap and start the attack, and we played well as a whole. In fact, we played great. Since it was a one goal out basis, we stayed and played for v long, more than one hour to be exact. There was this team with young punks all aged 18, and they were bloody physical and going all out for the win. Bo bian, they already lost once to us and they were unhappy with themselves for doing so. Then it happened. The super kilat defender pumped a long ball to me, and the ball was bouncing at around chest height to my left. Naturally I tried to bring it down with my right foot, and so it was quite a stretch. I could manage the stretch, but couldn’t manage what was to come. A sneaky little bastard came up from behind me and challenged for the ball while I was stretching. How did he do it? He kicked my already stretched right foot from below, stretching it even further.
Hard to visualize? Try this. Stop holding the mouse with your right hand for a while. Rest the tip of your right index finger on the table. Then stretch your right middle finger as high up as you can while keeping the right index finger on the table. Done? Now, very quickly, with your left index finger, snap your right middle finger in an upward motion.
Sorry if I injured your middle finger. But you get the point right?
In that instant where that little bastard kicked my, my whole sex life flashed before my eyes. All the hot and heavy action with pretty young things, beautiful ladies and the odd old aunty (nah) were replayed in my mind for that nanosecond. Then I realized, the injury wasn’t on my crown jewels. Hahaha. I just pulled my hamstring very badly, that’s all. Phew. I think I’m paranoid.
But I couldn’t walk properly after that lah. Can’t even sit properly. Think I will be out for a week or two. Just got an MC from the doctor’s also… Happy New Year to me.
Nearly.
I’m fucking laughing my head off while I’m typing this. My laugh is both from the humour I see in this and from the pain I’m experiencing now. It’s those kind of pain that you can’t cry about, but just keep laughing cos it’s so bloody painful and you don’t know how to react. So just let me laugh first. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
Well last Saturday I decided to be disciplined and carry on with my quest to be an ‘after’ model. Seeing that the sun was bloody good, I went for a swim at 12 secretly. Didn’t want to jio YH cos first of all I knew he bueh on and also to let me have more training than him so I can have a one up over him. Sneaky.
I swam 40 laps. My definition of one lap is 50m. So it totaled 2km. Not too bad, considering I paced myself to finish it within 45 mins. Until I met my friend from OCS… I got this thing about trying to swim faster than other people in the pool over 10 laps. But my friend Chee Wee was good man! He cut me up jia lat jia lat over 10 laps. The thing was, I didn’t know it was him at first and tried v hard to keep up with him but just couldn’t. Just when I was about to give up chasing after him, he swam butterfly stroke! Wah it was damn cool can… anyways, I was resting at the side after my swim and then I realized it was him. Chee Wee and I shared some tough times together during JCC (jungle confidence course), which I will never forget. From then I knew he will be a good friend to have, but sadly there was no chance to develop the friendship. We had a short chat and I was off. Think I will blog about the story between him, me and JCC another time.
So where’s the part about gymnastics?
Relak lah. Just getting to it. After the swim I went for my weekly soccer session with Andy Cheong (AC) and his friends at NUS. Asked Herbs and Quack along as well. The soccer was normal lah. Cos the team that I was in had a super good defender, I played striker. Wah I felt like Ruud van Nistlerooy man. All the long balls were pumped towards me for me to trap and start the attack, and we played well as a whole. In fact, we played great. Since it was a one goal out basis, we stayed and played for v long, more than one hour to be exact. There was this team with young punks all aged 18, and they were bloody physical and going all out for the win. Bo bian, they already lost once to us and they were unhappy with themselves for doing so. Then it happened. The super kilat defender pumped a long ball to me, and the ball was bouncing at around chest height to my left. Naturally I tried to bring it down with my right foot, and so it was quite a stretch. I could manage the stretch, but couldn’t manage what was to come. A sneaky little bastard came up from behind me and challenged for the ball while I was stretching. How did he do it? He kicked my already stretched right foot from below, stretching it even further.
Hard to visualize? Try this. Stop holding the mouse with your right hand for a while. Rest the tip of your right index finger on the table. Then stretch your right middle finger as high up as you can while keeping the right index finger on the table. Done? Now, very quickly, with your left index finger, snap your right middle finger in an upward motion.
Sorry if I injured your middle finger. But you get the point right?
In that instant where that little bastard kicked my, my whole sex life flashed before my eyes. All the hot and heavy action with pretty young things, beautiful ladies and the odd old aunty (nah) were replayed in my mind for that nanosecond. Then I realized, the injury wasn’t on my crown jewels. Hahaha. I just pulled my hamstring very badly, that’s all. Phew. I think I’m paranoid.
But I couldn’t walk properly after that lah. Can’t even sit properly. Think I will be out for a week or two. Just got an MC from the doctor’s also… Happy New Year to me.
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