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
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
1 comment:
*rotfl*
its all very true about the chairs.
did you know there's a holy golden lizard on the ceiling of a temple in kanchipuram? Climb all the way upto it and all your lizard sins are wahsed away foever. I've done it! I'm not scared of lizards either.
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