practice makes perfect

right now i was going to write about something, when my mother let out an ear-splitting scream.

so i went there to the living room with a newspaper tightly rolled in my hand, my favourite weapon of my choice...

i crouched silently, just one length of my blade length from the monster... and one swing...

it just took me one hit to kill the monster. I used to take several hits to kill those things. Since they move fast and they fly at you.

I guess practice makes perfect.
I began to realise I am becoming good at lots of things over the year like exterminating insects, changing tyre, crossing rivers and stuff.

I forgot what i was going to write, though.
i think I'm getting better at forgetting, too.

but wait, i was already master-class when i was in kindergarten....