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Assalamualaikum.

‘If you know the difference between (some rugby term) and (some other rugby term), aku dah boleh stim dah.’

I thought I was awesome enough to compete with his awesome.

Why do I have to think I’m awesome?

Because as you can see, I’m not at all physically attractive.

I weigh 72 kilos at the midgety height of 157.

Mimi said I have heavy bones, but we all know that’s a comforting big ass white lie.

But that’s the thing really.

If I have not been overweight since 13(after I completely stop my daily sprinting and netball practicing and main kejar kejar kat terowong during primary), I doubt very much I would be what I am right now.

A budding multi-instrumentalist.

A budding multi-linguist.

A budding multi-tasker.

A budding multi-whateverothershit.

I know for a fact that if I didn’t go to boarding school when I was 13, I would be a hard-ass partying clubbing skinny dipping playa hot chick right now, with, may I add, specifically no additional talents, at, all.

Because I was closer to the people of that community back then. And I was close to going back to my sprinting long-jumping sporty days.

And not having any other things to delve into if I get depressed or just plain bored, scares the shit out of me.

———————–

I thought back about what he said; how he would be running off easy with a feminine rugby chick.

I tried thinking of a counter-attack for that, but the most I can come up with, a polyglot. Even that got shrugged off because I remember being greeted by this Caucasian guy who had lived in Japan the past few long years, speaking flawless Japanese. And I was of course impressed, but also a bit jealous and intimidated.

And because of that, I realised, I don’t like men who overtakes me in the things I’m remotely good at.

Last night alone, Hamid beat the shit out of me in Tetris. The game I’ve been playing since I was eight, and the game he started around last year because I forced him to.

And my oh my didn’t I feel a bit too homicidal last night. My monthly hormone berserk schedule didn’t help either.

And some other things.

Though I do find women who beats me in the things I’m remotely good at, sexy.

Of course, that will be the core of a speculation that says I’m a lesbian.

For the record, I find female homosexuality as redundant.

I don’t care anyone else, I myself find it redundant.

It’s a cultural thing.

Anyway.

I couldn’t find any men who I can run off with easy.

Joseph Gordon-Levitt, yes, because hey, it’s Jo fucking Gordon-Levitt.

An excellent actor who established a collaborating video site who can also sing and whaddayaknow speak French.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3otUlQ4wvLY&feature=related

All that proven in one video.

Anywhoozle.

I still can’t find a counterattack-runawaywith man because let’s face it, I’m just as manly.

But then again, that’s a good thing.

Because the only way I can leave a guy for anything else ― not anyone, but anything ― is by getting bored.

And having been left for being boring, can scratch a man’s ego deep.

———

I might just try learning some things about rugby.

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Written by Takahara Suiko

8 May 2012 at 07:37

Posted in journal, ridiculous

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