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Friday, August 12

t.o.w. the super big rush

RIGHT. I'm not in the best of moods.

WHAT IS WITH THE STUPID SUPER BIG RUSH IN THE WORLD.

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The above very sad scene happened to me today. So I got out of my father's car and walked back to the booth to get my bowling gear and just as I was about to do the standard rumpapumpum-knock, THE BLOODY FUCKING CAR JUST SPED OFF. So I looked like a dumb dumb standing there not knowing what to do next. Thank god, anger took over and I ran after the car for a short distance and thank the lord for EARLY MORNING TRAFFIC, that held the car up for a bit before I proceeded to RAM my entire fist on the car booth to try to wake the sleeper behind the wheel. Classic. I seriously don't get what's the rush. I mean, not that this always happens, but its always like that. He drives at breakneck speeds, makes dumb detours JUST to avoid a dumb traffic light, nags when I'm a minute late and ocassionally leaves me stranded without my stuff. SO YOU GET STUCKED IN THE JAM FOR TEN MINUTES. WITH ALL THE TIME YOU SPEND AT HOME, YOU SHOULD SHOVE IT.

Right. Then theres Suresh. God, this is getting incredibly routined. Right. The bloody slacker wasted an entire period on Thursday on the pretext that he has 3 tutorials on Friday. But to my greatest horror and pleasant surprise, he msged me in the morning to INFORM us that tutorial began at 2 and ended at 3. LIKE WTF. He is like 10 million tutorials behind and he still acts like he is damn fast. AND I CANNOT STAND HIS LAME-ASS JOKES. The huge joke is him and his multi-coat shirt that looks like it came from some nippon paint advert.

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THEN THERES PAUL CHUA. He sucks lah. Kept irritating me during the entire training so I was just confused lah. I didnt know what to do at all. I mean, whatever he told me to do, is exactly what DAVID ANG told me NOT to do. WHO THE HELL DO I LISTEN TO?

Paul Chua : "4 is 5, 5 is 4. You are super big rush. Relax! Don't rush. Your ball is no rush super big, is rush super big. This simple. Nowadae I no teach big big c hook anymo, no mo, eben my singarpo yout team oso no mo. all is simple. simple bowl. you wan big big c, the ball come out is very nice, but score not nice. you wan to bowl the j, is not nice, but score nice."

HOW CAN YOU EXPECT ME TO LISTEN TO HIM.

At times he is oddly amusing with his brand of the language some call English, but today he was just being a great big tweep. And he was messing with my timing and release and being a great big DUMB DUMB. ERR. He sucks lah. Then he tried to be funny and made us bowl with a cloth on the land and he positioned it such that I had like 5 boards to play with. Thats about like 8-10 cm? Err. Observe the graphics.

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In the above figure, you can see Shaojie (my teammate) completing this task with great ease. He makes the 5 step approach and releases the ball at the perfect timing such that it squeaks pass the towel cleanly and begins to hook into the lane. NOW SEE ME.


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In the above figure, you can see that I have much more problems with this challenge. Firstly, I am apparently rushing my approach so my timing is screwed up. The release could not be any worse. But it is. For it rolls past the designated area, and in an attempt to cheat my feelings, it lingers on the lane as though it looks like its going to hook into the pocket before it tumbles with a thud into the welcoming gutter.

I AM SO A-FFECTED. I'm rushing too!!!

HAI.

But you must admit, my paint skills is of the highest proficiency.

Err. I think its time to let go. Its going nowhere anyway. Why torment yourself?

One day then.

Oddly, I'm not rushing this one.
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:46 PM