So today was 1st mass PE day. I died multiple times.
Stamina so shit.
Stomach so fat.
Lungs so heavy.
No more bakchor mee for you fatboy.

So I got off 153 and walked towards the usual alleyway that I go through every single day. Not more than 20 metres behind me is some cheena worker cyclist who stays in this block of rental apartments for foreign workers located along the alleyway. In the middle of the alleyway was another cheena worker. I was walking towards the end when I heared sniggering through my plugged-in earpieces...

OH SHIT THEY'RE GONNA ROB ME.

Feeling a sense of panic, my brain began to think of what could be the most suitable weapon my bag carried at the moment.
The answer came up as..
1. My GC
2. My smelly PE shirt
3. Physics promo paper (maybe my shit marks can scare them into repentance)

I quickly spun round, more or less (probably less) prepared to meet my foes in MORTAL KOMBAT.

Then I noticed what they were laughing at.
My shitty spoilt school shoes which I told everyone I picked up from the dumpster because I was emulating the Pao Ba Hai Zhi (Homerun) boy.

Oh well time to buy new shoes.