OSSomeness

Here be pictures from the day I went to get the O level results.






















































































































































































































































































-Zan

Alokasion

7.29am: An unusual seating arrangement lies before me in the mrt.

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Maybe it's been presented to me before, but I never noticed. Noticing it made me happy, wooten

7.38pm: Just woke up from a 2-hour nappy. Yum.

Today will be the hundredth day that I record what I eat. It is also the last. The original objective (that eventually led to food recording) was for me to consume nothing but water for one week. Since I started my recording, not one of the 99 days recorded has me doing this.
Thus, I am doing it now. I may as well finish off this recording thing the way it was supposed to begin.

I have about 4.25 hours left. Weewoo!

Oei. Where's my Newsweek?!

Here's somethig I've been pining to put here for a while:
One day, a long time ago, Towel paranoia gripped me. With questions like "what if the part of the towel I'm using to wipe my face is what I used to wipe my armpit yesterday?", I was led to section my towel mentally into parts that would serve to dry only a certain region of my wet body.
Here, for the first time, is that allocation shown in picture.




Click to enlarge, duh.







In other news: I went to get my cert today! Saw Mdm Choy at the gen. office too. Weewoo. The radio decided to mind-read and played 'Glory Days' as I walked up York hill once more.

ASS. IGNMENTS. A. HOY.

-Zan

Caww.

I almost lost my croc today. When I entered CC's house for what would be the last time that day, then came out, I found only one croc left outside for me.

Que?

Did someone steal it? Why would they? Shiz. I took another slipper and roamed a bit outside. Cats.
Could it be them? Should be. Rrrr.
After more bummed walking, I discussed the matter with Chris. Then we went out further. Aha, there it was. On the grass.
Strange.
There was a wet spot on it. And a wet spot on the one I was already wearing. Hmm... cat. Friggin cat. Definitely.

Chris couldn't believe it was the cat, though. Thought it was too impropable. Bla.

Fraggin cat.

[Bonus!: My back-neck is all tanned. Heh.)

-Zan

Tan

Today I saw the Mr Tan!

Also, I felt happy in Mrs Tan's class

Plus, it was so hot and bright during pt that we may have gotten light tans.


-Zan

Atta atta

I should use this.

Gaw, I slept through my intended mrt destination (Harbourfront) for the second time ever. Also, S and I watched the first part of an educational video about the Human Body in ze library today. Good stuff.

The Veggieland auntie and uncle accepted my request for ricelessness! YES. YES. YES.



-Zan

Fruhbuhkuh. Ruhbruhkuh. Fruhbruhkuh.

Just a note. Splat.

Today I used the new CEPAS for the first time. I used it.. here:
Harbourfront mrt -> Jurong East mrt interchange
(Not forgetting a by-foot change at Outram mrt, by the way.)
w00tzen

PS: Fun with the letter R! The blaxploitation Robocop will be known as either Frobocop or Robrocop. Or a combination of both.

Splut

-Zan

OferOtrum

Went to Outram with cf to get my cert today. Apparently the office was closed.

WTFBBQRAERROOOARHOWDAREDEY

But it was an okay day at Outram. I guess. They held Climax (the rockclimbing event) in the sports hall, though the turnout wun so great. Was it even advertised? Has the event ever been advertised?
I guess it'd be better tomorrow anyway, for the A Div. climbing. Booyah.
Ate at friggin MAC. What the

The walk up to Outram was nice, though. Was smiling almost all the way. That familiar trek up to the bridge to Outram. S-suh-suh-siigh.
I had to jaywalk of course. Saw Naim too! And Chingyan.

Here's some beesites for all you bored internetters out there:
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Randomfact news!: I apparently have a long neck, comments a friend. Or should I say commented. On Thursday. Wee.

Bah, that's it.

Fret not

Urg. It slapped me across the face on Thursday night, like a slap across the face: I have less than a year left before I turn eighteen. Meaning I can no longer call myself seventeen.
I didn't know how much I liked being seventeen. Hot dayum, it's been a good 6.something months so far. Matter of fact, 17's kind of in the middle... 16 being a bit young and 18 being too close to the adult age. Kind of.

Like it's to my teenhood what sec 3 to my secschoolhood.

Seize Ed. Sighz.

-Zan