The day I forgot

Well not the day I forgot, but the day I forgot.

It was bound to happen someday, and today was as good as any other. Yes people, my brain let me down. The very same brain whose calculating speeds would put a Cray XMP to shame. The same brain that has more storage space than all gmail accounts put together. Yes, I'm talking about MY brain. So... this is what actually happened.

At around 130 pm in the afternoon, I came back to my hostel after attending, and skipping, some classes. Next, I strolled down to the western food stall and ordered my usual I-can't-think-of-anything-else-to-eat food: fish and chips, tar pau. After waiting a few minutes, and picking up my food, I ambled (nay, sauntered) back to my room with not a care in the world. I lazily stretched on my bed, and decided it was time for a mid-day snooze (see.. I'm a good decision maker). zzz.

I pulled myself out of bed at around 415 and generally flopped down in front of my laptop. I started eating my fish-n-chips, which by now you can imagine are cold and not so fishy/chippy. At this point, a shiny flashing light caught my attention. "Ooh, someone sms-ed me," I thought. I opened my phone, and right there was a message from lj: "Do you know you are supposed to tend the booth today?" And my world, and all that I know, and all that is dear to me, comes crashing down. "My life is over".

I did manage to sort it out I guess; I had to apologize unreservedly to lj, and told him I was asleep and was really sorry. Which I am, of course. But really, I'm just mad that I forgot.

There are also a few other issues that I'd like to address before I end this entry.

For one, I'd like to take a second to rant about the farty chairs at YIH. "Farty chairs," you ask? It's true. Everytime someone shifts in a chair, the chairs let out a rip-roaring fart (it's like they were designed to embarrass the person sitting in the chair). This only makes the person sitting in the chair uncomfortable and shift some more; which leads to a vicious cycle, as we can see. Then again, I guess there's a reason these chairs are designed the way they are. For one, they punish fidgety people, and prevent people from shifting about. I guess this makes people sit still and just study. On second thought, I must say that it took a certain amount of ingenuity to design chairs that force people to sit still. This is a tribute to the sly b*stards who designed 'em.

Next, I'd like to take a moment to be thankful for not being afraid of lizards. Why, all of a sudden, am I bringing up the issue of lizardophobia you ask? It's because of a call I received today. At around 930, Omar calls me and says, " Oye, can you come to my room? I need a little help." "With what?" I enquire. To which he replies," ok.. this is a little embarrassing... can you come to my room and help me kill a lizard?" I would've, except I was in Yih, and sadly, had to ask Omar to turn to someone else to help resolve the.. umm.. 'situation'.

alrighty.. its time to studay..
rock on

Why I stick wid' it

Many of my friends and fellow archers will come out and tell you, straight to your face, that I am not a very good archer. Trust me, thats a euphemism. Hell, even I know that my progress has not been as quick as some of the others, and as of now I'm pretty much the tail end of the bandwagon.

There is, however, a plausible explanation as to why I persevere, and get my @ss handed to me on a platter after periodic intervals. The reasons are manifold, the more important ones being: I just can't get enough (of archery, you doofus), and, I'm simply not going to quit until I attain a level that will allow me to leave with my head high, and people bowing all around, while walking down a red carpet, being guaranteed fame, fortune and everlasting glory (a bit too far?).

Moving on, the competition this last week was actually... enjoyable. Yes, my team actually qualified for the team event, and although we got knocked out, we went down fighting, with a very decent score. What's more, I actually shot well during that event. Even during the individual round, even though I did not do as well as training, my scores weren't putrid and repungnant enough to ensure that I would be abhorred by all at that competition. Indeed, all six of us shot within a deviation of 50 points, which is quite a bit, but again, not a gaping chasm. In short, I was relatively happy for the first time after a competition. And I want that again. And the next time, I'm going to do even better.

Confession

There's something I have to tell you. You may want to sit down for this. You sitting? No? ok up to you. You ready? ok. here goes: I laugh at lame jokes.

At this point you're probably wondering... 'wth'. Well, just hear me out. This isn't the 'jeez-thats-so-lame' laugh. I actually find the lame, silly jokes that people here can't get enough of funny. But I hold the laughter in. Well, actually I just try to hold it in, until I no longer can, following which I make either a rattling kk-khh sound (you know, like when those dementor things are about to suck a soul out) or a weird suppressed giggle sound (you know, like when you suppress a giggle).

So there it is. I laugh at jokes that other people think aren't funny. Now that doesnt mean that I dont have a sophisticated sense of humor, and lack panache or am a complete goofball. I also completely dig sarcam, irony, slapstick , wry witty humor, not to mention dead baby jokes.

After making that confession, I also want to make a resolution to laugh out loud at anything I think is funny. So the next time I burrst out laughing while you're rolling your eyes, and making a face, either join in the fun, or ignore me :p

so, one day these two atoms were walking down the street, and one of them says to the other. "Dude, I think I just lost an electron". The other atom asks, "are you sure?" To which the original atom replies, "yea, I'm positive."