Huzzah!

I am rather obsessed with physical strength, physical exercises, and sadly, physics. (Call me a geek, I had no choice. Except if sitting in grade 10 for two years could be considered a choice. Bad choice.) Once begins, you'll do it again and again, at least until fatigue hits you.

Looking into my past, I've been always considered one of the weaklings - in fact, I might be the weakest man in wherever place I enter, even my girl friends would maul me in less than a minute in an armwrestling. I can't even land a kick or made anyone suck a single fist.

Even karate did not change that at first.

After spending a year or two bathing my head with fighting how - tos, plus a bucket of brute strength I always burst in a kumite (sparring), I still ended up with losing. This annoys me, and I wonder whether my biceps sucks and had to be changed with a dozer's hydraulic. At the end, I realised that I'm a total loser, and start filling my days with suicidal activities. This results in my own death in 02th January 2010. This is fake, ignore after reading.

After spending a year or two bathing my head with fighting how - tos, plus a bucket of brute strength I always burst in a kumite (sparring), I still ended up with losing. This annoyed me, and I wonder whether my biceps sucks and had to be changed with a dozer's hydraulic. At the end, which is several months ago, I realised that I've been tricked by every single man on the earth, playing me and putting me into their game.

I'm temperamental. Temper means losing to everyone, losing to yourself, losing friends, losing your own life and dragged into everyone's exact will, and losing your money in a street fight.

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In my room, I remembered what we say everytime we practise together : Karate's Creed.

1. Able to keep personality.

2. Obey to Honesty.

3. Able to achieve.

4. Able to be polite.

5. Able to control myself.

All this time, I did none of them. Especially the number five.

Knowing that my only flaw is my own ego, I improved myself. In addition to my physical endurance, I added up speed and patience into my hands. They won't play me anymore like a cloth doll.

I will play my own f*****g  life. HUZZAH!

Hey, wait, that ***** stands for fishing. Really.

That's all for today, bud. Make friends, not biceps and bruises. Check another time for another nice shit you won't found in the stores, and have a nice day.

Ciao,

Manh Xa - Khaia

Kyu Test... Again. Rubbish!

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Big surprises are awaiting for those who don't even think. Closest example? Me. This Sunday, I went head - first for a test, immediately after:

< The test's tommorow. Are you coming?

> Come on!

Ok, I forgot to tell you. It's karate test. Kyu lowering. I'm still green and honestly, I do practice when it comes to the front of my mind. Which doesn't always happen. Especially when you've just got sick and finished recovering, you'll become LAZIER.

C:\SYSTEM\TEMP/KRH_FM/

>HMM_COMMAND.DO

>UH_HUH_COMMAND.DO

>HELLYEAH.DO

>PRACTICE_WHAT?

>OKAY_LATER_COMMAND.DO

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And my biceps are still as thin as a paper. Not literally. It'd be crazy.

Wait a minute. Was I supposed to be crazy?

Was.

Luckily I don't have to anymore.

I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready... I WASN'T ready.

That was rubbish! Half the way and I ran out of stamina. Basic's ruined, kata's rubbish. Kids regulated me. Ohhh. I should've practiced much than I used to.

Damnit, green on me and I'm still rubbish. At least I won't hesitate. A ny more. I WILL MAKE IT TO BLACK. Or brown at least.

By the way, seems like the connection between my space terminal and the the planet server are going smooth right now. Usually craploads of rubbish interrupted my transmission. Ah, goodness. You got Bye - Bye from me, and have a new, not-so-boring Monday tommorow.

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