In Continuum.

Discs in the Sky

I would imagine most people,the normal ones anyway,to relate the title of this entry to UFOs.Which is really why i decided to name it that way,to confuse the hell out of the people out there.You know how those stupid "Moo-Moo" questions,or those "Bang!Bang!" questions confuses the hell out of whoever you decide to ask those questions to.You then look at their faces,that confused and frustrated face,and you get a kick out of it.Cheap thrills,we are all guilty of it.

Anyway,no i didnt see any UFOs today,like i claimed i did when i was young(Anything that flew in the sky with lights were considered as UFOs to me,and anybody who looked horrendously ugly were aliens).Today was Victory Challenge III,something like a school's Sports Day.But instead of normal sports like running,high jumps and stuff in the army we have various activities which requires a lot of physical efforts to accomplish.They are games,eccentially.But they are most of the time,related to training,timings and more timings.

But this time it was a little different.After the brawl that occured on the field last time during the "Capture the Leader" game(Companies went head on head to each other and almost caused a fight in the middle of the socce field),the big boss decided to tone down the games to simple sports like Frisbees,basketballs and stuff.But of course,with twists here and there.For example,instead of the usual basketball you get two this time.Soccer becomes a giant size table soccer,with players tied together with toggle ropes,and not allowed to leave a certain area marked by white tapes.

So the night before,the men of Braves company braced themselves for the onslaught of the rest of the battalion.We lost on the last two occasions,losing badly even.This time we werent aiming high,just better than before.We didnt expect ourselves to do very well,even before the first whistle was blown.That didnt diminish the spirit of the boys,though.I joined Frisbee,and the game kicked off soon after 7am.

We thrashed,and we thrashed somemore.Against other four companies they were like cockroaches to us.We squashed them one by one with our New Balance shoes,and i scored a couple of crucial goals.I took a tumble off the sidelines as i tried to get a frisbee that was flying out of bound.Didnt catch it,but i was back up on my feet screaming vulgarities(Sorry).

The Archers were tough.I mean,they had this freaky frisbee thrower who was at least 1.9m tall,and the way he threw that frisbee was enough to make the other players piss their pants.Seriously,no matter how he catches it,he'd be able to deliver it all the way to the other side of the field,no problem.

We were beaten by Archer,but that was our only game lost.During that game Reece,from the other end of the field threw a high angle shot towards my direction.I decided that it was me to take the frisbee,and took a dash for it.An Archer schmuck decided also,to go against me head on and the two of us crashed together in mid air.The other Archer nincompoops came,and as the two of us crashed to the ground they too,crashed into the two of us going for the frisbee.

My spectacles went surging through the air,and somebody on my right ran into my head and my right arm.On the left,somebody accidentally(I hope)kicked my left leg,and i held my head,rolling around the grass,moaning in agony.Now that was some painful shit,as i tried to stand up and continue the game.I told the rest i was fine,but the field swirled under my feet as my right temple throbbed.I felt giddy,and i had this puking sensation welling up in my stomach.Thankfully,the game ended and though we lost,at least i got to keep my life.

We did beat Cougar,Support and the HQ fatties.Beating them is really an understatement.We thrashed them,one by one.Three to none,seven to none and unluckily,HQ scored one with S3 blabbering vulgarities at his men for not throwing/catching the frisbee properly.He was agitated,and he was furious.But really,it was really a game.What's the point of getting so worked up for?Oh yes,you are a regular.You havent got brains to think straight.Bloody dotard.

Anyway,the overall champion came to us,the men of Braves.We took pictures,and we cheered after the finale showdown between the companies.It was a water bomb fight,and the lot of us were drenched in multi-coloured water.But it was all fun,as we carried the trophy high in our hands,and the goodie-bag filled with tempting tidbits and snacks.Today was the first time we won the Victory Challenge,and to be honest,it felt good kicking asses of other companies.

My arm still aches,my head still throbs,but at least the trophy is going to stay with us and the glory will last us forever.

Bravo,Braves!

PS.Corinna named her laptop Imogen,before i got the chance to name my guitar that very same name.Who the hell names their laptop?That is as good as naming your dinner or something.That was so totally unoriginal Corinna,but i am going to come up with a name so much better than Imogen.Just wait!