Sometimes I just love to write, you can tell a persons emotion by reading how one writes. Well my last post wasn’t very well written. It felt as if I just wrote it for the sake of updating but that was how I felt at that moment of time.
Not promising this will be a good post since it is 8.32AM and I’m waiting for my cousin to take me to SJMC for my grandma.
Well last night was a bit of a different night. Well Ken and I headed to our daily training ground to train foos. This time our teacher Chunky was back in Ipoh. Well Keith Wayne came along with us cause he was rather gian from the last training which he attend with us.
After training, we headed to the mamak for a drink. Like usual I was hungry and we ate and talk. But the conversation we had was a typical conversation, it was about success and downfall of people and the characters in the stories were none other then people we know. I’ve had sat down with many different people and gone through this conversation but it doesn’t seem to bore me but it gets juicer and juicer every time.
Now at the age of 21 turning 22, it is already juicy enough for 3 lads to talk for at least 3 hours. I wonder how things will turn out 10-20 years down the road. I think it would go on for hours.
Till the next post
