Bad Girl Gone Fishing
It was my second time I went fishing. With a net. And a lot of men. And a container filled with a huge gunny sack for keeping the shrimps and fish and jellyfish, apparently.
I got stung by a jellyfish, and sole of my feet bled because of sea shells.
And it still did not deter me to go again.
This time I went down for once and got up, and thinking of going down again, next time. A few years later, maybe.
And a friend of mine asked,
"Habis tangan merah merah. Air laut tu kotor. What made you do such things?"
I may have a good job now. But I want to have a clear idea how do these people make a living out of struggle and a bucket load with sweat.
Learning is not necessarily comes from a class.
Malays who complaint too much on something that make them what they are today, are a bunch of useless.
I just hate pretentious Bitches. And Bastards.
I got stung by a jellyfish, and sole of my feet bled because of sea shells.
And it still did not deter me to go again.
This time I went down for once and got up, and thinking of going down again, next time. A few years later, maybe.
And a friend of mine asked,
"Habis tangan merah merah. Air laut tu kotor. What made you do such things?"
I may have a good job now. But I want to have a clear idea how do these people make a living out of struggle and a bucket load with sweat.
Learning is not necessarily comes from a class.
Malays who complaint too much on something that make them what they are today, are a bunch of useless.
I just hate pretentious Bitches. And Bastards.
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