Life's Weird...and Short = My Excuse To Live It Up

The last TRACK meet

xuanthulam:

Man, I can honestly say this was the best high school experience I have ever had. Track family, you guys make me smile.

and WHOOO made you join?? hmmm? =]

Funny How…

Looking back at random old files in “My Documents” folder brings back so many memories. Just found a bunch of stuff i almsot forgot about, till now haha mind-blown, mood-lifted =]

Philisophical Moment… I was thinking and:

I don’t think things happen for a reason… I think things happen, and we make reasons for them.

A Thought On (Insert Topic Here) #1

A Thought On Repitition:

     I allways find it amusing, when I end up saying a word many times in the same few minutes as it begins to sound awkward and funny. Concur, Concur, Concur… connncuuuurrrr lol

Why it happens:

     Man created language, therefore evidently created words. Words are spoken sounds (or their written representation) and it is these sounds to which we have created meaning for. Since man did in fact create words, we know we obviously lack the knowledge of what a word is at birth. It is only when we train our minds for many years at young ages, that we begin to automatically associate these sounds with meaning (creating well… words), though we should keep in mind, nothing about language is naturally given which makes it surprisingly easy for our minds to resort back to not knowing what a word meant at all. Our minds do not identify a word to be a word if there is not a meaning attached; we consider a spoken sound without meaning to be gibberish, which is initially what it is.

     The Truth is, any word in any lexicon will start to sound “funny” if you have the time to physically repeat it aloud enough (varies from person to person) times. The reason for this is, after hearing a word an x amount of times, your mind ceases to realize there is context associated with the word; resulting in it now temporarily lacking the meaning it would normally, had you not repeated it so many times. Inadvertently our mind begins to analyze the physical actions being taken by your tongue, teeth, vocal chords, and nasal passages that produce spoken sounds making up the word.

     After this, once your conscious mind starts to examine it, you realize just how ridiculous you sound to your mind, creating sounds that make (what you think is) no sense for any reason. Words have symbolic meaning as opposed to pictures or video which give us a visual image of what an object really is. Once you take the meaning of a word away (what your mind is doing when you repeat a word enough times) then the act of saying it becomes pointless and the longer you continue to say it… the more apparent it becomes.

Soooo… I guess I’m literally uneducating myself right now… but It’s just so fun! HAHA fun funnn fuuunnnn… fffuuuunnnnnn =]

Some Bad Days Are Nice =)

Let’s start off with what went wrong:

1. Woke up at 10am
2. Throat got raspy
3. Saw two “best freinds” get into a heated argument
4. Made an unnecesary trip to Formal Headquarters
5. Kendrick locked his keys in his… trunk… LOL
6. Got incredibley sick of listening to the same song replayed for hours
7. Walked into my house, accidentally hit my couch, lost balnce, and hit the carpet floor =/

So why are these good things?:

1. Caught up on sleep! sorta… well i knocked out last night, and i needed it… Sleep deprived to the MAXXX so i guess it’s a good thing i missed out on 0, 1st, and 2nd period. I got into Winsatt’s class a little late, but jsut late enough so that i wouldnt have to read lines from “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead”. Instead, i sat starring/following along with the book… i don’t know why i love watching/reading plays ;D
2. Well okay, i know this one should be bad, but i actually don’t mind being sick right now, I don’t really understand why, but i don’t mind HAHA And if i don’t mind being sick, it would only make me immune to the type of sickness i get, so in that case… sweeeet ^^
3. Okay so we went to formal head quarters today, to pick up our tuxes for the VSA show, and when we got out of the car i saw a male and female arguing. It went kind of like this:

Guy: OMG YOU ALLWAYS DO THIS!

Girl: YOU FUCKING DESERVE IT DUMBASS!

Guy: You’re so embarrasing

Girl: I knew you would be a little wuss about this…

Guy: Stop calling me that!

Girl: Oh so now you have a back bone!?

Guy: How the hell are YOU my bestfreind!?

Girl: More like how thell hell is MY bestfriend such a little bitch!

4. Okay, so i think it’s safe to end it there… But the fact is it made me remember my BFFFLY (Rosary) like RIDICULOUS. i was standing there listening to their argument, thinking how during saturday’s math practice i was going to give her a hug and have a headache doing the work, possibly together. HAHA I missed you today Rosary, and im SOO glad i have you. and if you’re reading this thinking “damn he’s such a girl”, then i guess you’ll understand when you have a relationship like ours, until then… i wish you luck in your search =]
5. First off… BWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT A FUCKING LOSER! LFMAO LFMAO LMFAO i love you kendrick but HOWWW!?!?!? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA i can understand locking them in the car, but TRUNK!? REALLY!? WHOOO in the WORLD goes hmm “i need to throw stuff in my trunk, i guess il ut stuff in it, as well as my keys” HAHAHAHA ahem* okay seriously though. It was fun, we (kendrick, perry, and I) got a lot fo time to talk about random stuff. We walked to the jamba juice close by and shared a booster size strawberry surf rider haha.
6. OMGAHHHHH “Take my hand, take a breath, pull me close and take one step” i can’t listen to this song one more time, i’ll eat the cd so no one can listen to it O.O LOL okay maybe not that… haha alright, onto to why it’s a good thing. I finally got the VSA dance down, GOT IT ENGRAVED IN MY BRAIN! i think… more like i hope… haha I’ll prolly practice it in my head a million times before sleeping.
7. Walking into my house, half exhausted, my leg hit the arm of my sofa. Tumble tumble, down i went. BUT! no need to worry it’s a good thing, even though i landed on my left arm, which.. totally twisted in the wrong direction BUT! that’s besides the fact. haha so i land as my coincedentally threw a pillow onto the couch perpendicular to the one i just tripped on, thouhg she through it a little to hard, as it bounced under my right arm. Again how’s this a good thing? Laying there… i got kind of comfortable and decided to stay there for a while, after about 5 minutes i looked under the couch and saw a twenty dollar bill, that my mom said i could keep cause she had no idea where it came from. WOOT WOOT! =D

HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND EVERYONE!

Ask me what made my day :] 3/1/10

                 So I woke up early this morning and actually got to 0 period on time for a change WOOT WOOT! But anyways I went to go turn in a note my dad signed to excuse me from school at 10:00am into the attendance office, because I needed to go get my physical at Kaiser. I pain through AP Biology lecture and AP Calc, as I head out o singleton to see if my grandfather has arrived to pick me up. I don’t see anyone so I call my uncle’s house phone. Now this Is where it gets a little weird… you see I have an uncle named Manjeet, and an aunt named Manjit. Both are pronounced the same and I didn’t know which was which. I ended up calling the wrong number, thinking it was my grandmother that picked up, and confusing the crap out of myself and the person on the other line. I hung up while they were still talking because the conversation had gone something like this: “hello?” “hello” “is grandpa here?” “they left” “so are they at my house?” “who’s asking” “are you okay?” “hello?” “yeah im still here, is grandpa here?” “hello?” –turns off phone-. I continue to walk towards singleton and see a rather older gentleman standing by the curb, takes me about 3 minutes to walk over at which point me and my grandfather get into his car and set out for Kaiser Permanente.

                We arrive at KAISER! –trumpets roar- but now I have to pee. So I tell my grandfather that I’d be right back. As I finish doing what guys do best I walk over to the sink and feel a little stick in my step. The next step I take I hear a sound much alike porridge being pressed down with a large spoon quickly, followed by that same stickiness in my step. So naturally I look down this time and sure enough I’ve stepped into a nice log of shit… WHO IN THE WORLD SHITS ON THE FLOOR IN KAISERRR…. Whyyyyyy!? D: well the chief thought going through my mind was that same as most anyone’s would be: “WHYY MEEEE!?” So I suck it up and begin cleaning my shoe… gagging the entire time and the stench and thought of what I was doing. I must have soaped it a good 7 times before I thought it was clean enough to put back on. I step outside and my grandfather tells me that now he needs to go too, so of course I inform him of the log waiting for him in the bathroom. He surprisingly smiles and walks in. A good 15 minutes later he walks out as I ask him why he took so long. His next sentence somehow allowed me to realize, one: what he went through, two: that we both experienced a similar snag, and three: we both need new shoes… his sentence was as follows (roughly translated) “How in the hell do those people shit on the floor of a bathroom, those bitches, their mothers should be carried away by stray dogs”. Now if that sentence didn’t make much sense to you, mainly the second part, I blame it on the Punjabi language… our swear words are ridiculous when translated… but Ill blog about that some other time.

                MOVING ON! The waiting room. After a good half hour of cleaning shoes… we finally make it into pediatric care. Yes… I still go to pediatrics cause I’m under 18. I think it’s really awkward for kids my age to go there though. Since we’re right on the boarder line so we’re usually sitting with 5 year old kids running around and playing with blocks. Though I did enjoy watching “Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs” during my wait. As I sat and waited my turn, a child came up to me and asked my name, I replied “Satjit”, he replied “That’s a cool name… makes me wanna barf! Isn’t barfing cool!”. I say “no… I’m not that fond of it, go to your mom if you need to barf”, as he runs to his mom saying he hasn’t barfed in a whole year… he finally does. What looks to be a steady stream of stomach acid, orange juice, and pepto bismol spew out of this kid’s mouth like a cracked open fire hydrant. I’m… in awe at the range he got with this, and thankful it wasn’t pointed at me. He walks to his mother covered in up-chuck crying… I thought to myself… not so cool now is it HAHA.

                MY NAME IS FINALLY CALLED! I walk in, she checks my height and weight. Then asks me who I came with, I reply “my grandfather”. She then asks me if he’s my legal guardian… I say no… big mistake. She tells me she needs my legal guardian’s consent aka my parents need to say yeah I know he’s getting a physical… now give him the damn physical. So I tell her I have my dad’s cell so I can’t call him, and my mom has about 3 minutes left on her prepaid phone. I frantically call my brother who is in school and speak to him in Punjabi, him and my dad sound alike…. Right? Well he says to try and call my mom first at her work number, as he gives me an outdated number. I call it and of course they tell me she’s in a different department now. So I ask for that number, call it, no reply. I re call, and still no reply. So I call back to the first number and ask if I can get transferred, so im standing there, waiting for my call to get transferred when an about 14 year old African American kid runs out of his room screaming “WHAT THE FU**! THIS NIG*** TOUCHING MAH JUNK! WHAT THE FU** NIG***!? NIG*** THAT AINT COOL NIG***!” and so of course naturally I burst out laughing harder than my stomach can physically handle. For those of you that don’t know, doctors are required to test for a testicular disease called hernia every time a male has a physical. This was obviously his first physical. I continue laughing as the doctor, a middle aged white male, walks out saying “dude, it’s okay! I’m supposed to do this, I’m just checking you for a disease…”. My nurse goes to help the doctor who is now laughing at the guy’s stupidity himself. The kid goes back into the room, and I get transferred, FINALLY! My mom talks to the doctor and I get my “consent”.

                Inside the doctors office… this guy keeps talking… he’s been going on and on about his son and daughter for a good 12 minutes now and im sitting there with my shirt off. I kinda have the “let’s get this over with” face on but I guess he’s not really sensing it. And then there was this awkward silence as he just starred at me, and asked me in a really quiet voice… do you do drugs son. I respond with a quick “nope” and answer the rest of his questions as well. Though that point might have been even more awkward than the initial “cough cough”… I know right? It was weird o.o anywhoooo he tells me I’m due for two injections… I HATE injections… but I suck it up and head on over to the Injections lab.

                AT THE INJECTION LAB! Okayyy! So I’m almost done! I just have these two shots, and it’s all over with. I can go home and eat the philli cheese steak sub my brother got me from subway. So im sitting there, waiting for my name to get called and finally it does. I walk up to the woman and she asks me if I have parents consent……… T.T I hadn’t really stressed in this blog, just how much of a hassle it was to get my mom on the line before… but it was amazing… and I wasn’t about to do it again. I told her I can try calling so I called the dead line on purpose, then stared at her and saud “awhh shucks she’s not picking up”. She looked at me and she okay then I can’t give you these shots, I happily agreed and told her id be on my way, at which point she told me I couldn’t leave. I turned and asked why. Her: “well I’ve prepared these already”. Me: “can I come back with my parents later today then…?”. Her: But… no you can’t”. Me: “then what do you want me to do?”. Her: “get your mother on the phone”. Me: “uhh… I can’t… but she knows im getting the shots?”. Her: “Good enough let’s go”

                After the shots… I walk out and my arm feels kinda sore, but not really. Right then, at the most perfect moment in time I look over to my left and see that the concession stand is being resupplied. EXACTLY the moment I walk out, they are refilling the Macadamia w/ white chocolate cookies. Which come in a pack of another chocolate chip cookie.  I saw the word Macadamia and instantly thought of how it’s Marilyn’s favorite cookie, I know right? I have awesome memory ;D but anywhooo I walk over to get a pack of the two and walk back to my grandfather’s car. I get home and give my baby cousin the chocolate chip cookie, then fight him off as he tries to claw his way to the macadamia o.o… scary little devil LOL anywhoo I get it into my douffle bag, and leave for school. I get to school, walk out of my brother’s car cause he just dropped me off. And as I see him just out of calling distance I remember I left my physical in the car… FAILLLLL well I wasn’t about to let that kill my day. I go to track practice and wait for Marilyn, though she comes late so I couldn’t exactly give her to cookie. I decide to wait till after practice. I rush the jumpers to pick up and put away the high jump mats, though looking at our back pack storage area, I notice her bike’s not there, another fail =/ BUT IT’S OKAY!, because then I realized how crazy luck had turned out. If I had spent even one less minutes cleaning my shoes from shit… if that black kid didn’t distract my attention, if the doctor hadn’t given me that awkward ass stare… I wouldn’t have been able to spot that Macadamia from across the hall… but everything did go pretty perfect, lined itself up to catch my glimpse at the perfect moment… and THAT, was what made my day. :]