Forgetfulness

It has been a couple of days since I last updated. No time was the excuse. But, I was bestowed upon the same 24 hours as everyone else. How does that make me different? I shan't dwell on that as I might get carried away.

So, as most Singaporeans are off on their long holiday (Good Friday; probably to Thailand or Malaysia for a holiday), I am stuck in Singapore. Perhaps for a good reason. Daniel Chan celebrated his 19th birthday on Good Friday! Happy 19th birthday! Oh, I would like to add that the use of flour should perhaps be left only for baking =D.
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After working for so long, I suddenly realised that this month, March, is coming to an end soon. Feelings and emotions come and go, but memory never leaves. However, being the muddle-head that I am, I often forget things. Like where did I place my keys or where did I put my wallet. Often I find myself searching for things which are right under my nose. Perhaps, things that were 'lost' should just remain lost, shouldn't it?
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On a lighter note, a joke that I receive through my email. Apologies to those who are not open-minded enough to read this.

The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won...The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and it won again.

The local paper read:
PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT.

The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race.

The next day, the local paper headline read:
BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS.

This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent.

The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day:
NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN.

The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10.

The next day the paper read:
NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10.

This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild.

The next day the headlines read:
NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE.

The bishop was buried the next day.

The moral of the story is "who gives a shit, it is funny" =DDD