it's past 7pm and i'm stuck in school in the computer lab. okay not exactly stuck. class ended close to 6pm but i really hate going home during the rush hour. it's annoying, and i can't really imagine having to face all that crowd when i work in the future. it's cold here in the lab, and to while the time away i watched football highlights of major matches over the weekend.

arsenal lost yet again - i've said many times i believe in wenger's philosophy of football, but sometimes abit of scientific knowledge and experience might come in handy. lightweight and short players cannot cope against burly, brusque and tall players most of the time - i think it's quite common-sensical. for all the talent and potential the squad is dripping with - it doesn't necessarily translate into actual success. i think many players have been given chance after chance and yet they have yet to fulfil their fullest potential - names like walcott, vela, denilson come to mind. gallas sucks by the way. i still believe that the squad need a good and proper centre-back, a proper defensive midfielder and a good out and out striker. if he really wants to buy a good striker, try higuain. like seriously.

the last week was crazy - crazy in the sense 2 funny and ridiculous things happened to me. last wednesday i was in the library browsing through books when i had this sudden stomachache - i really needed to crap there and then. so i rushed for the nearest toilet, and i went to the only cubicle that had a tap and a pipe. unfortunately the latch of the door of that very cubicle, to put it simply, was unworkable. so the door couldn't be locked or even closed tightly at all. to make it worse it was a squat toilet. i'm sorry but i'm no fan of wiping my ass with roll after roll of toilet paper, so no compromise on that part.

what i did was to hang my jeans on the hook on the door, and while i squatted to shit i tugged hard at my jeans so that the door would close at tightly as possible. smart huh? haha. all the time i was shitting i had to pull hard at my jeans so that the door would not creak open. and all this while praying that no one would try open the door. haha. although the tricky part came with the cleaning the ass part - and unfortunately some idiot actually opened the door when i was cleaning my ass and the moment i felt the door was opening i tugged hard at my jeans to force the door shut. i don't think he saw anything though haha. i had to manage making sure the door was shut as tightly as possible while at the same time cleaning myself up. an impossible task made possible out of necessity. the lesson learnt is that don't ever shit in that toilet in the library - the latch is there but it can't lock the door. what a joke.

then last friday i was at alexandra arch, the bridge right beside hortpark that traverses alexandra road. it was at around 8+ at night, and we were there camwhoring. so it led to taking jumpshots on the bridge. i did a few, and then i did a flying kick to the front. what happened? the right side of my shoe came off - and up it flew into the air. i traced the trajectory of the parabolic curve that the flight of my shoe took - it when up and very high over me and over the bridge (gasps!) and down it fell on to alexandra road. there was a second or two of disbelief over what just happened - and the next thing i know we were racing down the bridge to go retrieve the shoe.

i ran down with only the left side of my shoe on - and thankfully i spotted my shoe from the pavement. there it was, sitting prettily on the right turning lane of the road. close to the central divider of the road. i don't think any vehicles ran over it. i feared that it might have landed on some double-decker bus or a lorry - and goodness knows how long before anyone would discover the presence of a shoe on top of it. worse, maybe it could have caused some driver to swerve and cause some major accident. well thankfully none of those scenarios happened, so i dashed across the road to retrieve the shoe and dashed back - all in double-quick time. it was then followed by long periods of laughter at the ludicrity of the whole thing. haha. lesson learnt? never do jumpshots when you are wearing loose shoes - especially atop a bridge. and never on henderson waves - it's at least 15 storeys high! anyway this story shall be term yusri and the adventure of the flying shoe. haha.

2 more ridiculous stories to add to the vast collection that i already have. haha. what's next i wonder.

another day to sing about the magic that was you and me.