The Fat Spencer's Gym

Kyong, my previous tenant in Msia, dropped by my dwelling in the morning.
The impression of him was that he has the robustious looks, and indeed the present man is still a knotty and churlish man.
First thing first, the first remark was "what the f***, you so fat now."
"ahem. ahem. i not very fat lo."
"f*** la, u very fat man, haha, last time you small cute cute one, now so fat, what the f*** u eat"
"nothing much la, and... dont keep saying that word."
"what f***ing word?"
"i meant f***."
"orh, ok la, i always say like dat one. haha. big fat boy already, when the f*** u going army?"
"soon."
"orh, you take the f***ing gun and shoot the bad f***ers, good hor."
I remembered i smirked. maybe sneered. i have forgotten.
"haha, where the f*** you now study now?"
"singapore."
"f*** la haha, i mean the school."
"hcjc."
"orh haha, what the f*** is that? next time you must learn f***ing learn drive a car arh."
"why?"
"because you can bring ur f*** car to my garage la."
Dont worry, i will not.
"haha, f*** la i go now. remember call me when you come msia arh"
I murmured f*** in my heart.