So, yes Muay Thai class after office hours would be very helpful. As if I could punch out the anger and pressure inside. Let the punching bag be the one to take off these negative vibes from me. 2 hours of training for twice a week. Good enough for me. I'm still trying to lose few more kgs. Tone up. Some said I'm going to be skinny. Don't be silly. I'm not interested.
Class would have been awesome if I don't meet "some" irritating people there. Currently, I'm really in the mission of avoiding this African guy who recently joined the class. Let's call him A. He was cool and all at first. Now he is really getting on my nerves.
Situation 1:
I was chatting with another new buddy who trains there too - J. Some other guys were there too. Somehow, we were talking about my background identity.
Me : Yeah, my kampung is at Thailand (or something. Kinda forgotten what I really said)
J : oooo...
Suddenly, the busybody A walked into the middle and interfered.
A : Yeah, we both come from the same place...
2 seconds of silence.
Then, everyone else started laughing as if it was very funny. I can tell how fake was the laugh.
I know he is just joking, but I really think he shouldn't come and get into the conversation. I barely know him! And yeah, the joke is lame. Asia is not the same with Africa. Get a map and study it first. pffft!
Situation 2:
Note : Herherher/Herher : Fake laugh, usually used on morons/idiots/annoying person.
I got a temporary tattoo of barcode on my left wrist. It was meant for Stan's short film. And of course, A happened to see it and starts to get busybody.
A : What's that?
Me : Oh, nothing..just for my project. (trying to end conversation by turning away)
A : Pro-ject? *Stares at me, wanting to know more
Me : Errr.. Some short film project. yeah.
A : ooooo. I have one too! *shows his wrist
Obviously his wrist got nothing on it! He just doing his stupid lame joke.
Me : Herher. Yeah....(I was wishing that somebody would just call me so I can leave!)
A : See see.. We are a match!
Huh? What match? I feel so disgusted already. No, we are not a match. Felt so awkward but ddin't know how to brush him off nicely. The conversation gets worse after that...
A : See, we are same height.
Me : Oh. err. Okay.
A tried to be closer to me and measure our height. God knows how grossed out I was at that time.
A : See, we are same!
Me : *moves away* Ermm. No. herherher. You are taller.
And I quickly walked away!
A : See, we are a match.
What the heck! Are you trying to suggest something here? Urgh! I swear I wanted to punch him already.
Situation 3:
I was walking past him (no choice/no alternative route to my bag) and he was holding the yellow skipping rope. As I passed by, he turned around and took the rope, trying to put on my neck. I quickly dodged that disgusting act from him.
A : *Smiles* Why? You don't like yellow?
Me : No.. more like, I don't like you! Herher. Nothing, nothing. Oh look, yellow rope n your shirt is yellow.
And I escaped for awhile. Phew!
Situation 4:
This is fresh from last night's class. I thought I did pretty well avoiding A. Good thing there were more trainees. I planned stuffs with Yen and tell her to play along if I start talking on random stuffs. You know, it would be helpful when I know A is approaching me. Hohoho! >)
All went well until the class ended. I was discussing seriously about my worn out, temporary tattoo with Stan on the phone. Out of nowhere, A was suddenly next to me, leaning towards me so closely, trying to hear the phone conversation. What is wrong with this fella! Have you got no manners? ?? I quickly showed the pissed off, serious face and put my left hand forward to stop him. I think he got my message.
I'm not racist, alright. In fact I used to know one good friend in college from Nigeria; Afeno! :) He was such a gentleman. A cool person. He was considerate. Totally opposite of this stupid character I met at class.
I don't get it why he have to be so annoying. Did I become too nice and that's why he is taking that advantage? Seriously, stop acting like we are very close. I'm not comfortable. And I really wish I don't have to tell him frankly how much I hate him right now. I just want to have a good time at class.
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