After TP Silat today, we went to eat at Prata Paradise! There was Kahar, Farhan, Samsul, Ghaz, Syahrul and the two Nuts... hahah kk i meant the two Nads. One is Nadirah and one is Nadhira.
Both around the same height.
Both are really nice people.
One h is at the back, one in the middle
One is white, one is beige.
Kahar said one is big, one is small.
No comments on that.
So anwz, the jokes on the table was priceless. I laughed till i got solid 6pack abs! I couldnt restrain myself from laughing so hard, i had to leave the table and walk abit. And when i tried to laugh and no sound come out, i juz had to fist the table in appreciation of the well said joke. Come on! We had Farhan, Kahar, SyahruL, myself & Ghaz MAN! thats too much to handle. No offense to Sam, ur a cool guy. But jokes wise, u cant deny the prowess of these guys right? Riigghhtt~....
One of the joke was about the Medics during Silat competitions. We debate whether they are even doing their job properly because there are so many cases of people faking it juz to get a sweatless win. So happen my closest blood brother was one of the victims. Damn i hate that asshole. Feel like beating him up in the stairs or sumthing. Ok all angst aside, from the PSK i learn one of the tactics used by the Medics. One of my TS kids Izzul was punched on the faced and got medical attention. So this pak aji with his songkok haji came strolling. Obviously he knows its not serious, i knew that too but my kid was crying already. Poor Kid. So the Pak Aji Medic ask Izzul "Nama siapa?" [Whats your name?] In a sayang-talking-to-a-baby tone. Then i thought to myself... "Oooo thats how these guys do it".
So the conversation continued till Kahar said what if the Medic got injured. It would be chaos! The old man at the centre of the ring having fits or heart attack with his body vibrating like a handphone set on silent and white foam coming out of his mouth and the referee counting him out. Then come some smart alec guy.. Not knowing what to do... Held the head of the old man up... and ask him..
"Nama siapa 'nak?"
Thats one of the most memorable jokes of the evening. Afterwhich when we were gonna go home, both nads were talking rather seriously. So i thought i juz hang around while the rest of the guys left. So we chat. It was on this night i really got to know Nadh pretty well. And yeah, i felt for her. Not only sympathy, but i also felt her strength. So we talked and talked. Well actualli Nadh did most of the talking. Then came a riders worst nightmare.... RAIN!
Palatoot! It poured like no mercy! I rode ever so slowly (40km/h max) in the rain wearing a tight thin shirt and silat pants. I was shivering, teeth chattering but all i had in mind was safety. I forgot to mention i had a dreadful heavy feeling on my heart the whole day. You know the kind u feel somethin bad has or will happen. The thought that this might be it kept running in my mind. And the wind was so cold. I was scared, I was praying. "Plz god dont let me be responsible for something i cant bear or forgive myself the rest of my life." So after reaching pasir ris, i geared up. Wearing 2 shirts underneath and a jacket. And make my way home.
Upon reaching home i bathed straight away and went to bed. My hand was 'frozen' like as though it was still holding the throttle. I had my blankets over me but i was still shivering. I think i Shivered myself to sleep. i didnt snore that night.. my teeth were busy chattering.
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