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."

Mid sem broke, and bingo weak

So it's 123o pm, and I have a test in about 48 hours. I also have a tutorial due in 12. havent prepared for either. And here I am, blogging and listening to Altamont SuperHighway revisited by Apollo ChaarSauChalis (440 for you losers who cant count in hindi).

Holy Shii'iiite.

It's been a really fun last two weeks. (word!). There's been the beach, the airshow, the archery stuff, the src drunken night, the boat quay even-more-drunken night, the oasis concert, jarhead, the new electric guitar.
The NEW ELECTRIC GUITAR.
woohoooo!! ibanez, jet black, and a bunch of shiny knobs. halen, here i come.



Then there was also Bingo weak. Oh, week. Well, the former is more politically correct :p. But that was so long ago that I've quite forgotten.

And, oh.. I also got my laptop back. yay! And life is good again.
And I'm also going back home for summer. yay!

yeah yeah yeah .
tarang was good. the ntu singer was pretty good, and pretty good.
oh and pop tarts are neat. they are a bit on the expensive side though.
now we're getting trivial aren't we? while we're at it... I need to figure out some way of cleaning my water bottles so that they don't smell strange and stale.

life is good. in general. you know... the i'm-glad-to-be-alive-thing.

but... and here it comes: i gotta study.

Week three

Week three.Thats when they begin. Tutorials. And life is never the same again. Well, at least for a few weeks.

Also, its mad season again. Internship time. I'm drafting my cv right now; and will probably have applied to my first batch of companies by the end of this week. It's been a really busy week, even though I haven't been doing a terrible amount of work. I'll lagging terribly in my academic classes. The plan is to catch up over this CNY break. Gong Ci Fa Cai to all you lunar new year celebrators. Archery tomorrow morning at 8 if I can wake up.

I wonder.. don't weblogs get boring when they are filled with mundane things-i-did-today posts. And that's how this blog has been getting lately.

Next Wednesday I will be going down to see this public speech being delivered by our very own, APJ Abdul Kalam. Should be something.

Note to self: Priority one is academics. Always. That's something I've been ignoring in college I think. Not acoustica, archery, sport, marketing. Remember.

grandee signing off.

The clock

Our internal clock, the bod-dee clock , is a wonderful, terrible thing. When set correctly, it allows the setter to rise at a reasonable time, and remain fresh and boppy throughout the day. On the other hand, a clock that's out of whack... well that's a rather different story. And yes, my bc is out of whack. And yes, I'm out of whack.

Sleeping at 3 (early) and waking up at 1(pm)... missing lectures, or attending them in a really zombified state. I missed archery training this morning.. bleah. Waking up late can be fun, but in the long run, it's just painful; you wake up and half the day is gone. You also feel lazy and sleepy throughout the day. I set my alarm(S) for around 7 or 8 am every morning... but no alarm can rouse me.. really.

Ah well.

Apart from that, its been a good week for everything except acad I think. Been feeling good all week for no particular reason. Archery is much better. Guitar is fine. Club work is pretty great, and I guess I really like being in charge.

Now I need to turn my life around. The target: to have a regularish body clock by CNY, and not miss any more lectures.

New Year!

Holy Cow Batman!
Its the new year! OMG! Thats..like... so totally awesome..totally! WORD!

This is my first post after an interim of almost half a year! Wheee!
A lot has happened.. but wheeeee.. who cares? It's the new year. Wheeee!

So I'm in a quandary. A dilemma. A something. I can't figure out for the love of me whether I want to keep updating this blog. A part of me wants to just forget about it, and this other part of me... (I think it's my pancreas) wants me to push on and never give up and keep striving and push my faculties of body and mind furthter (farther?) than any man and attain a new level of nirvana.... pish-posh... and basically post regularly.

It's like the Hamlet super-debate/soliloquy. "To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows.." and so on.

Bee- Aai- Enn - Gee- Oh , and Bingo was his name-o.

Rocking on

Yes.. guitar classes are definitely getting better. I can actually play music people can recognise now. Can play the intro of Creed's With arms wide open. Tis a nice song... and it's the first one I can play while hybrid picking; that's using fingers as well as the pick. Archery isn't moving much.. tennis is better.
Acad. is well... pretty much... I dunno. Finished my one and only midterm, economics. I guess I like being a soph. My mods are pretty cool. My room, however, is not what I would call optimally located:P.
Saw the doooks of hazard. An enjoyable movie I guess. Haven't been seeing a lot of friends or going out actually. I guess the workload is pretty heavy.. but its not something you can feel directly.
I use blog entries as a diversion.. from my books :p.
gotta hit bi polar junction transistors for a while then.
time keeps on slippin'... slippin'... into the fyoooture.
rock on.

QC for blog

Hmm.. I was just looking over some of my 'recent' (that IS a relative term) posts, and realised that in my search for something pseudo-pyschological-philosohical, I've come up with exactly that .. B.S.
So.. I've figured I'll be blogging more about me in general, than BS in general.
Op amps, op amps... where were you when we were getting high.. in a champagne supernova in the sky.
bleargh.. there you go.. a glimpse of my madness.
Anyway, I'm going to watch the motorcycle diaries in Lecture theatre 12 tomorrow (now there's something you don't hear often) :P. And.......its free! wheee!
peace out

Only Time

You know, we often complain about how little time we have to do this and that (or to not be able to do this and that). Time is relative (i know, i know...). No, seriously, I've figured that the more stuff you do, the more your day expands... and the more you are able to do. That applies to things like modules in college, that wacky hobby, or just wasting time for that matter. You do less, and your day contracts. There is one catch; you can complain that you are short of time no matter how efficiently you do manage time. Sorta.
Anywho; remember Dunbar in Catch-22? He filled his days with boredom, because it elongated his life. In his opinion, if youre having fun, time flies, and you die early. Now I'm not saying that YOU should get as bored as you possibly can, but something more to the effect of 'filling the unforgiven minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run'.
time is moolah.

Men and islands

"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."
- John Donne.
Every man is an island. We are born alone, and we die alone.
Conflicting views. What's your take?

The other day, I was reading some messages on my phone, and I realized that the English 'language' is going to the horses. In the quest for that oh-so-elusive coolness, slang (especially messaging slang) is becoming, well, stranger and stranger. Examples?
c u l8r 2nite.
whr r u, i nd 2 gt 2 e hsptl b4 ths splntr trns septic.
hlp, I M bn atkd by giant spc mnkEz armd w big stx.
Well you get the picture. So after having spoken English for eons, it does seem akward when you text someone back: 'I'm sorry, I didn't quite get you.'
In conclusion, git a Lyf, losaz :P
p.s. Check this link out. It converts English to geek language. YAY:P
www.transl8it.com

Blogup

Jeez... I can't believe I succumbed to this newage Dear Diary b.s. I mean.. captain's logs are ok (yeah star trek WAS kinda cool... and i AM kinda a nerd); but a blog .. hmm. Well lets see how this turns out. Right now i just want to see if this post sticks, so I'm ending here.