I was happily swinging around on the monkey bar.Get this, MONKEY BAR. After playing the swing which I got to swing for like, urm 2 minutes before some indian lady and her son came and stand beside my swing.GET THIS, BESIDE MY SWING.

"U just stand there, stand there" -Indian lady barked to her son

And i was there thinking whether they were sheltering themselves from the slight drizzle before I came to my senses that they probably weren't sheltering themselves given the fact there is no shelter on the swing.

I turned to my right where they were standing patheticly,smiled and continued swinging till Qamah asked the boy;

"You wanna play is it?"

SI MAKPLE BODOH TU SURUH ANAK DIA DIRI SEBELAH AKU PASAL ANAK DIA NAK MAIN SWING.
DEY PUNDEK, U STOOPID DOG, WHAT IF I KICKED YOUR SON. YOU CANNOT SEE I CHALLENGING QAMAH TO SWING COMPETITION IS IT??
ITU BETOL BETOL NYER PUNDEK, INDIA MARI NYER EH.

So i hissed and quickly went off to the monkey bar la huh.
Venge my anger on the bar and swinged vigourously like theres no tomorrow.
THEN ON MY THIRD BAR(hehe!), MY FUCKING FOOT FUCKING KICK THE FUCKING POLE AND I FUCKING JUMPED DOWN AND SAT DOWN AND CUZ MY FUCKING TOE FUCKING HURT.

But nvm, still can swing for a while. Till i realised it did hurt like mutherfucking hell alot.
Not forgetting my boyfriend's kick on the TOE i received and i nearly died in the lift.

Yes, 3 years ago was the broken fourth toe which was so broken that it bent 90 degrees sideway (oh, you wouldnt wanna imagine that). Dont tell me the big toe wants that too.