on friday, after i got pwned by my chinese teacher (and was very pissed off), i was intercepted by these 3 hwachong gangsters. now, i wasn't in the nice mood.
GANGSTER: kua si mi? (see what?)
ME: lim peh kua lir dir kah (your father looking at your fat legs)
so of course we got down to it. normally i'll just stare them off but as i said i wasn't feeling particularly generous. he learnt about my wallet, and i got a rash. and i walked off, kinda unhurt except for a scrape on my thigh.
the scrape on my thigh means i'm getting rusty.
on the other hand, it also means that i've broken my own promise never to fight again, in all senses of the word.