Theory of Murphy's Law

So it goes something like this...if anything can go wrong, it will and at the most inopportune time.
Here's an example:

So I'm stoked coz I'm gonna be visiting my girlfriend this weekend. Leaving Thursday afternoon and getting back Monday night. Really excited. Still sorting everything out but I've decided that nothing between the sky and the sea will stop me from seeing her.
And so in preparation, after 5 months of not playing basketball, I decide to go just this once, you know, beef up for my lady and stuff.
So I'm playing and I'm having a blast. Seems like I've actually improved since I last played. More confident and all the rest of that.
Now after 2 hours of straight playing, I get lazy as I always do. It comes to the last 5 minutes of our last game and since our coach is watching, I decide to close the game with some great playing. So this opponent grabs the ball and comes to my side of the court alone. It's up to me to stop him. So he comes close and gets ready to shoot. And I jump, like I've never jumped before. I'm a full foot and a half in the air and as the guy shoots, the ball doesn't even get 5cm before I smack it like 20 feet away. As I'm coming down, I'm thinking, "I'm the man"
Then somehow, my foot twists and all 71kg of me (including the potential energy of being 1 and a half feet in the air) land on my ankle and fibres break, tendons snap and I end up on the floor, crying in pain. They carry me off the court heroicly.
And so, I'm worried about not travelling. But then it starts getting better and I'm like, "Hahaha...I defied Murphy's Law" Then my host dad comes home and since he knows a bit of chiropractology (is that the word?), he messes with my ankle.
Now I cannot walk at all.
Damn it...and I was on the road to recovery. I'm still determined to travel. I've got 1 and a half days to recover. Postive thinking all the way.

The one time in 5 months that I go to basketball, I injure myself 2 days before I'm meant to travel, thus jeoperdizing my trip.
That is Mr. Murphy at work.

Murphy's Law Site

Don't you love Mom's clarity...

I believe clarity is the most important element of communication. Can you imagine how many, fights, wars and deaths have occured because some information had not been clearly communicated leading to misunderstanding...
So my mother sends me an e-mail that says"
"YOUR BATTERY IS LOW!!!!!"
Explanations anyone? Aren't you glad she isn't the leader of some small but nuclear-weapon-powered country.
But I still love you Mom...

Quem e o pais?

Just a note of congratulations to the Zimbabwe Olympic Tennis Doubles Team (I think that's it goes in that order) for showing the Brasilians how tennis is meant to be played. Ngiyababonga sibili. Badlale kuhle kakhulu. Hola 7! They gave me a reason to take off my clothes and dance in front of my class singing victory songs and gyrating vigorously. Why are you all looking at me like that? Isn't that what everybody does when they're happy. Stop looking at me like that!!!
Naa, I kept my clothes on. Apparently Brasil has this law about "indecent exposure" or something. Whatever that is. Stupid country. That's why Zimbabwe beat them in the tennis. You can practice tennis so much better in the nude. Or at least that's what I do...
Hey, where'd everybody go? Hello...

You will never believe what happened the other day...

Guys, brace yourselves. You will never ever believe what happened to me the other day. I swear, it took me a while to actually process it even after I sat and watched everything unfold before my very eyes.
So I was walking down the street in Cascavel, the city in which I live, which is in the south of Brasil, really close to Foz do Iguacu, which is the city next to the waterfalls with the most cataracts in the world, or at least I think so, I'm not sure, it's cool anyway, haven't been there though, but my family is taking me in a while which should be really really cool. I'm looking forward to it. I've been in Brasil for 7 months now and live 2 hours from the falls and hav been to the city 3 times but have never seen the actual falls themselves. Weird ay.
Anyway, so I was walking down the street and as I'm passing my school, Marista school which is supposedly the best school in the city though there's serious competition from Alpha, which is where everybody else goes including the new Mexican student in our city. I haven't met him yet but Ryan, the other exchange student in our city from New Zealand who also studies at Marista in 3rd year though he is younger than me and I'm only in 2nd year, has met him and was telling me about him. Apparently he's legend. It should be fun meeting him.
Anyway, so I'm walking down the street in my city and I walk past my school Marista, which believe it or not, has schools all over the world including Africa. Cool beans hey.
Anyway, so I'm walking past my school Marista and suddenly I turn around and see this guy standing near the door to the school (the big blue door on Rua Mato Grosso, not the other one on Rua Parana facing the shops and little hippe market area near the cathedral)
So I see this guy and he says to me, "Oh Kofi, teve alguem que estava te procurando la dentro mas ele acabou de sair. Ele foi naquela direcao." Which in English means, "Oh Kofi, there was sombody looking for you inside but he just left. He went in that direction." So naturally, being the inquisitive person that I am, or at least so I've been told by a few people. Actually come to think of it, I don't think anyone's called me inquisitive. Wait, I've been called a "thand'izinto" lots of times in Zimbabwe which amounts to the same thing except a thand'izinto is more nosey than inquisitive. Inquisitiveness ( or would that be inquisitivity, or inquisitividade? My English has just gone to the dogs since I've gotten here. I've been infected my Australian English which as we all know is on a level of it's own. I've tried correcting it so many times but I've given up already )
Anyway, inquisit....whatever it is...is more a thirst for knowledge and stuff whereas Thand'izintoness (I made that word up) is just being a person who "likes things too much". That's another Zim phrase for a person who lives and breathes off gossip. I miss Zim phrases. No one understands them here. I suppose that's coz no one here is Zimbabwean. That would make sense...
Anyway, so being the inquis'izinto (sorry bout that) that I am, I decided to go down the street after the mystery figure in the hopes that he was a lottery representative offering me R$5,000 (five thousand reais). The Real is the currency used here in Brasil. It's like three reais to one US dollar. That would work out to the guy offering me (pauses to calculate 5,000 divided by 3. Gives up and reaches for the calculator. Actually uses the pc calculator) US$1,666 recurring. Not one thousand six hundred and sixty-six US dollars recurring times but one thousand six hundred and sixty-six US dollars with the sixes recurring lots of times. More times than the calculator can hold anyway and the round off function is off. If it even has that function. I'm not sure. I've kinda lost track of the technological advances the world is making. One never knows. All I know is that I'm still in the waiting line for my new hydro-powered space car...
Um...where was I...um...Dammit! I can't remember what I was saying. Oh well. I'll remember another time and tell you guys later.
Tchau

Guess who's back!!

Hey guys! I'm back from the most amazing 28 days of my life. 11 cities, 45 exchange students, and a whole bunch of crazy stuff happening. We visited the most beautiful beaches in the world, got to know a bit of Brasilian history and partied at the biggest and best clubs in the country. Tambem foi otimo porque eu namorei. I just wanna holla out to al the guys especially the Musketeers and say I love you all and miss you like 8-track tapes.