Standard

Standard conversation I've had with many, many people upon just meeting them. 354

Are you Singaporean?
"Yep. Born here."
You're mixed/mixedblood/Eurasian?
"Yep."
So your dad is from..
"Canada."
Oh. [Insert possible comment about Canada] So you go there every year to meet your relatives?
"Twice. Ever. Once when I was a baby."

From which the rest of the conversation tends to follow. mramrm.

When walking towards a certain destination, sometimes people will walk up from beside or behind you in a direction different to yours. Impulsively, I sometimes follow their direction quickly in order to pass them to continue travelling your way. To get out of their way, while still moving forward.
Sometimes, when this does not prove as smooth as I intended, the following occur.

1: The person perceives you as you perceive them, a person-in-the-way, and attempts the same maneuver. This results in a little race where at least one person ends up travelling an unnecesarily long path to where they intended to go, wasting a fair bit of time (and energy) in doing so.

2: The person, oblivious to your action, keeps moving. But you are unable to overtake them within a short period of time, as they walk at a similar or higher speed than you. This results in a little race where you end up travelling an unnecesarily long path to where you intended to go, wasting a fair bit of time (and energy) in doing so.

Not only is time wasted when you sidetrack
and energy wasted when you accelerate
but you may end up travelling the same distance it would have taken you to get to the end, only ending up at another location, like some wall, due to the abberated path.

An alternative approach is simply to pause momentarily, have the person walk in their direction in front of you, and carry on in your direction.
The sacrifice is that you may take a longer time to reach your destination due to the pause. But there is no risk of veering off track in the first place.

Sometimes I forget to use this method, in my oft-hurried walk.

Because sometimes I blur.

-Zan

To Health.

I have failed. There was just too much stuff to have to be done for me to go all sleepy like that. Not the right time.
:c

Here, have a compensatory drawing.






















-Zan

Happycheen!

Don't be sad that it ended, be happy that it happened.
Don't be sad that it happened, be happy that it ended.

Works both ways under different contexts, lawl.

My report on night 1 of sleeplessness. That's the night of Feb 12/morning of Feb 13.

11.10pm: I look at the clock and think 'you are so not prepared..'
11.59pm: first yawn.
12.23am: drowsy, fidgeting eyes.
12.41am: very heavy eyelidding. So soon? Probably because of judo earlier. Ohboy.
12.59am: k not as drowsy any more.
1.40am: I realise I have about 22 hours before I sleep. I should designate them into work.
2.05am: Tip: do not search for sleep-related articles on Wikipedia.
3.02am: were those dark spots under my eyes there before?
3.04am: time for 5 almonds.
3.45am: time to shut down the compy and read bookz.
4.10am: concentrating on the story proves to be highly unsuccessful due to drowsiness. I go for a walk.
5.30am: back. shower. turn on lights and read in the living room.
somewhereinbetween: seriously going off tangent mentally when reading book. Ocassional 'snap out of it!' moments when I realise my eyes are closed.
9.30am: woah, I look terrible.
[day continues as per normal]
noonish: Thoughts of "I realise I am going to sleep tonight. YYYYEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!"

Thassall. Post-mortem reflection: It felt terrible. It became very difficult to do work on the second half of the 48-hour day. Though I did feel back to full capacity around 2pm. Probably the best I felt was during the walk from St Theresa's and back. There was no reluctance to abuptly stop walking and look around. No rush or pressure at all. Felt serene. Felt nice.

Oh well, the second one's tonight. See what happens.

CNY celebrations today. Went to the Concorde for lion dance, followed by a heavy lunch at Marché. First time there, nice place. Great food. I regret not having my own shredded-potato-thing (called a rösti, I think it was).
Off to family dinner part 2 later today.
Almost done with Heinlein's Stranger. I'm finally at the end!

The End.

-Zan

Dormis

Before I lose the chance.

Rules.
-Sleep alternate nights for the following period or more: Feb 12 - Feb 20
-Persevere.
-Do not consume caffeine.
-Spend majority of awake-night hours doing productive things. (aka 'don't stone')
-Record observances if any.
-Refrain from acting on potential increased irritability. Be nice.
-No naps until the 16th.


Summary of CNY celebrations @NYJC:
-Sat all the way in the back due to seating arrangements. Rar.
-CO people with instrumental version of what sounded like the Mortal Kombat theme.
-Lion dance. (drums could've been more energetic!)
-Get pulled out with S to go onstage for costume contest thing (because we wore special shirts)
-Gong Xi Fa Cai! *swerves hands in synchrony with partner*
-Embarrass self by over-talking on stage
-2nd for guys category, ho ho
-Judo

-Zan

Personal side-project.

Construct poetry/song lyrics for the following.

-Structure of DNA
-Transcription Process
-Translation Process
-Interphase (G1, S, G2)
-Functions of Golgi

I don't feel like dancing.

Dancing.

Dancing.

-Zan

A Letter to My Wallet

Dear Arrow,

I am sorry.
I am so, so sorry.
I know it's been a rough week
and yet I can't let you rest this weekend, not yet.
Please, just bear with me until it's over.
Just a few more days.
I promise.

-Zan

Bodies in Motion

Sweaty right hand. Right hand's sweaty. Sweaty hand on my right. Past few days. Why why why.

Claire's loud friends propagating large quantities of Obnoxium (Obx). Uergh.

Learnt the 32nd mass dance today. Woot woot woot.

22!

-Zan