<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/396122908781716900?origin\x3dhttp://triangle-shaped-boxers.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
fivesixseveneight
Now that you've started dancing, don't stop the music.
Saturday, July 3, 2010 @ 10:39 PM

Today. Seemed like any normal day except that I had to go and CHEER AKRITI FOR HER KARATE TOURNAMENT! Well, went to her house forgetting my breakfast at 11.30am. Drank some juice, conversed with her family, etc. Akriti, Suren and I then busy looking for the venue of the bus arrival. Met Bunu didi, Soni didi, Rupa, etc.Dunnoe, kinda forgot how many of us were there at first. In the bus, creaking jokes and then making passers-by think that we were mental and/or jailed, etc. Karate tournament, we reached first then the matches began. We were kinda early. Think that rough calculations showed that nearly all the mathced were won by the Gurkhalis. Nice fight, Khagen and Suren! MUAHAHAHA. Kusum didi, Laxmi didi and Haziq also arrived. Then, came Akriti's match. We all knew she was gonna win the championship. She had already fed that American bitch her dust before. She accidentally punched the American woman on the face quite by accident and was given a warning. She didn't do it on purpose. The woman got angry and she punched Akriti back on the face and she had to go to the hospital. FUCK THAT WOMAN LA, CHI BAI. She got championship anyway. And the little nepali boy who was asking so many questions so I shut his bloody mouth by screaming at him. Damn, we went to the hospital and randomed around. Met this drunk guy who told us that there was a ball nearby and asked us to go play. WWTH, he was talking in malay so we had a translator. No problemo. Ate outside Cheers in the hospital and we went in GC vehicle. Was shocked apparently, when Haziq conversed in nepali. Horip. Akriti was back. WOOHOO! Then, we became crazy in the van again. This time with Akriti, her mum, her dad, driver, Laxmi didi, Soni, Bunu didi, Kusum didi, Puchu didi, Haziq and Rupa. Parted ways and Imma back home. But I learnt a lesson today. Taking revenge determines the loser in you, so I ain't gonna follow that American woman. Boy.

Labels:




Profile


KRISMA GURUNG
PROUD NEPALI!
3E2'11, FTPSS!
KSK <3
CHIAPCHIAP! <3
<3s SONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
boldunderlineitalicstrokestrong

Tagboard




Affiliates

SUSMITA! KSK
KANCHAN! KSK
ANJALI! KSK
JESINTA!
HIRA!
PRABESH ALE!
ERIEL!
Pak Bom Mariana!
Charmaine Y(E)O!
OAC!
Joel!
FELICIA!<3


Archives

January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 April 2010 May 2010 June 2010 July 2010 August 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 December 2010 February 2011 March 2011 May 2011 July 2011 September 2013

Credits

xo, Designer.
x, Icon.