Boing.

Contrairement à la croyance populaire.
^
"Contrary to popular belief" in French. Gotta remember that.


Here's what I managed to produce for "My Perfect Day" when Cynthia asked.

copypasted from msn:

X - toot toooot tooooooooooot says:
How aboout
I dont like when people describe a positive thing about me to another person
ahemahemnicole'smomahemahem

Perfect day?
I would wake up from a fantastic sleep from which a very interesting lucid dream was produced. I would remember every part of this dream long enough to go write it down. For some reason, on this day time has slowed down and it is still 7.30am. Yet I feel well-rested. I go running up mount faber and through the bridges and around the horticultural park and along that road beside the bus interchange that I only went once which had a great foresty smell I never smelled/smelt before and then back home. During the run, the sun would be beaming and really bright and it'd be a really hot day. And I would be wearing a thin sleeveless shirt so that I wouldnt have a bloody shirttan. I'd go home and use bags to do weight training exercises while still sweating from the run. I keep sweating until I decide to shower
When I am so very, very tired liao I go for a cold shower
after which I wear this nice loose shirt and track pants that arent so long they occassionally


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find themselves under my heels
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when I walk.

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I go to the living room, and it happens to suddenly rain
the weather is cool and there are winds about. There are no clothes hanging outside all of a sudden so I dont need to bring them in. Nobody else is at home, so I know that there is still fruit in the fridge
I get out juicy, red pomelo that has been pre-peeled
I get out prepeeled oranges
I get out a carton of grapefruit juice, no cup because I know I'll finish it all.
I sit under the livingroom fan and eat all this

I get out seedy cereal and pour it into a bowl with milk
I eat it

I look at the clock, it's only 8.30
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I get out all chapters of some comic I borrowed from the library and finish the whole thing until 10pm
I have my blue sketchbook beside me, and a mechanical pencil that does not smudge on paper or rub onto the skin upon contact. I draw animals, heads and characters. I draw hands that are really ugly and bony. It is now 11pm
Delighted that is still before 12nn, I go to Sentosa and find that the beach has been cleared of the muck and litter that is everpresent in the waters. Nobody is on the beach, so I change on the beach without having to use the crappy bathrooms. I lounge around in the water and feel the waves until I decide to swim to the tiny island that is about 200m away
on the little island, I make lots of sandcastles and figures. I find many interesting rocks and shells, which I keep

I swim back to shore, losing some of the shells on the way

I relax a little more, and walk back. It is really sunny now, and my skin is dried as I walk along the beach.
Nobody is at the open public shower, so I can use it without wearing swimming attire
I cycle back home, but not before cycling
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around the area
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and I shower again

it is 12.30pm

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I am, for some reason, not sleepy at all
despite all the exercise

nor am I hungry. I surf the internet and read pages and pages of wikipedia
I read webcomics

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All the while, I listen to music that I find suits my exact moods at the moment the music plays, and sing loudly to the music or songs that happen to play
Someone on msn asks me to help then make a graphic and I do it in 20 minutes. It is beautiful. He makes some comments about how it could be changes, and I completely agree with him and willingly make the amendments
I make a blog entry that makes me smile when I write it
I find a website that has sketches of mike mignola and simon bisley
some of this inspires me and I scribble stuff on the sketchbook that's right beside me
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it is 2pm
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..
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Trying to think of a perfect afternoon. Er.

BRIEF INTERLUDE
BRIEF INTERLUDE
BRIEF INTERLUDE
BREIF INTRELEDU

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I'm still at the computer, 2pm
I search up lots of photos of particular animals with google image search and make a collage of the animals in microsoft paint
using these collages, I master chimpanzees, goats, mandrills and octopi
It is 3.45
someone interesting appears on msn and I have a interesting talk with them lasting till 5pm
I realise I havent eaten in quite a while, and go to vivo
I go to an extremely crowded place and eat really good fish & chips that for some reason have fresh oysters as a side dish on a table that I somehow found amidst the thick crowd
I sit and look at all the people and ponder for a while. It is 6.15, but I dont realise it. I walk around vivo for what appears to me to be a long time, but only 15 minutes have passed. At the end of this journey, I chance upon a watch shop where I finally find a pocketwatch that I immediately buy. It is very well-designed and the colours go together perfectly.
I go to the lower floors and have oily chive-fritters as a snack as I walk around

I go home
someone I have a crush on is online, and we have a l
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ong conversation wherein we share lots of things
I am suddenly brilliant at being funny, yet dont appear too playful

we go offline
it is 8pm
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The afternoon is over, and I go down to the field to finally watch the sunset that I have been waiting for the time to watch for years
the sunset is beautiful, and the clouds accentuate its beauty instead of obstructing it
no trees or buildings are in the way
the sun is down
it is nighttime
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I lie in the grass
the bugs crawl around and on me, but they never go near worrying places
I close my eyes

VERY BRIEF INTERLUDE.
VERY BRIEF.
MOVING ON TO "PERFECT NIGHT".

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9.30, I awake
the night sky stares back at me, I stare back and ponder for hours. At least it seemed like hours; only 10 minutes have passed. I go home and have a banana. I go toilet. For some reason I knew that what came out was my breakfast. Only the fish and chips and bananas are in my system! I feel light and start pouncing around. I realise I am thirsty, and get a huge bottle of water. I go cycling, with bottle attached to bike. I dont know where I'm going, but the wind gusts through me wherever I ride
and the night is cool
no cars are on the roads, save the occassional bus or two.
It is now 10.40
I chance upon a huge garden-like forest that lies under great trees which create the illusion of a canopy-like ceiling. All shades of the colours green and brown are held within it, and every once in a while Pink, Blue, Red, Yellow and orange show themselves in many different shades
everything is lit perfectly by strategically placed lamps, and I remember that I have brought along a camera with me.
Every photograph taken appears to be taken as if mother nature herself posed for them, e
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each of them are almost completely different from the other, even though the objects depicted are neighbours in real life
such is the variety that lies within the forest
I decide to leave, and I find my way back home
I memorise the trip back to the forest/canopy as I cycle back

the thought of going back another day makes me feel happy
I go home, it is now 11.30
I have finished my bottle of water
I shut down the computer
I drink lots of cold, sweet fruit juice as I find a book to read
it is 11.50
A cup lies beside my bed, containing juice
I lie sideways on the bed, reading the book
without knowing it, the last sip I take from the cup before I sleep leaves no juice in the cup
meaning I had chosen the correct amount to fill the cup with. awesome
I stop reading and turn so that I now lie on my back
the blanket covers me to half of my stomach
all mosquitoes in my vicinity die
I close my eyes and lie flat
It is 12.00am
I sleep


And there ya have it.
Oh, hold on.

X - toot toooot tooooooooooot says:
i'd like to add that
whenever I shower on my perfect day
my towel smells like baby


Yep, that's it.


Now, here's a teeny list I typed out to show Cynthia I'm not THAT indicisive/wishy washy.

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I dont like the naggy feeling that I could be doing something else when I'm wasting time somewhere, I dont like unfair treatment/uneccessary bad treatment, I dont like deadlines (^_^), I dont like stage nervousness, I dont like tight shirts, I dont like broken pencials, I dont like pens that still have lots of ink inside but for some reason cant work, I like my desk, I like making things to serve a need, I dont like the fact that most of my childhood toys were given away without my permission, I like rings, I like stones, I sometimes like picking interesting-looking stuff off the ground in the hopes that I will make some use of it someday in the future, I like doing well in subjects except for English, I dont like the way mandarin is taught in class, I like smooth penx/pencils
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I like when I type unexpectedly fast (not now, but... when it DOES happen)
I dont like my unseemingly grubby keyboard
Chloe says:
ooooohhhh
Chloe says:
bravo
Chloe says:
zan zan lexi lex
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*applause*
Chloe says:
can like or not like things
Chloe says:
i like
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T__T





Okay, no more msn transcripts.
Gosh, my hand smells like mango. I peeled and ate one earlier. Ate it like an apple/tomato/pear. LIKE A REAL FRUIT. Not all diced and cube-ish. Nya.

6 more days.
Actually 5.

k lets see.

1: inside drawings, finish covers
2: finish inside drawings
3: poetry

k. k. Mus faster do


-Zan

Over!

Woot.z.

My CLB composition felt real good, I wrote about two girls that encountered this person whose grandfather fell in a longkang. Girl calls her father, who is a doctor, etc.

CLB paper 2 wasnt that nice. Quite a lot of tikams. At least I had a moderate amount of answers that were same as Van's.

Van brought me to the mrt via cab, and thus she was the last student I saw in school.
Last outram uniform other than mine that I saw today belonged to David Gammon (he was in Harbourfront mrt.)

It's finally over!
And now I gotsta get started on stuff. I feel free, fresh. And the rain helped this feeling too.

Got myself organic oaten biscuits again. And organic milk, too. For the organic cereal. ^^
The milk tastes creamy.

Yah, not an organised post.
Time to exercise and study physics!


-Zan

Haireye

Eurgh, woke up to an eyelash stuck on the surface of my left eye.
AGAIN.
(This is like the 4th time)

But today's was special. Oh yes. Today I had the luck of actually prying it out of the bottom lid with a fingernail.
(Usually it slips through the edge of my eye)

LOVELY.
grumblegrumblegrumble

>: c

Okay, now to continue the day.

<: )


-Zan

Vulgarity

****

I need somebody to explain to me why they consider certain words offensive, even when used without context. Why the very sound of the word provokes disapproval, though there is no difference between hearing it in your ears and hearing it in your head. Censor if you want, but the word is still in there. And I think it is the message that should provoke offense, not the individual words used to compose that message.

****

-Zan

Chain chain chain.

I'd like to type about the chain letters that depict the dramatic and very, very sad deaths/sufferings of children and people.

In particular, the ones that end with "The X corporation has agreed to donate $1 to help Lucy get her leg back for every email address this is forwarded to. Please keep the message going!
"

Where is the morality in donating money on a condition? "I will only donate if I see a list of emails".
It just sounds a little unbelievable to me. And how does the starter of the email expect to get the huge list of emails back? Is she/he / he/she waiting for the email to weave its way through all of the worlds population to get back to that person?
I mean, by the time that happens, the cause is probably lost. Little Charlie who needed the operation money from that email would have been gone by then.

And that is why I don't believe that particular class of chain email.


-Zan

AAAAAAAAhhhhh. Shaet

I just saw this whilst blogsurfing (going to link pages on blogs and going to the link pages of the blogs on those link pages, etc):

its so unpredictable! i mean like, everthing's based on results here. students hardly have a life here -.- books, books, books, tests, exams. screw it lah!

Some may recognise this. If so, then.. you good lor. (idunno)

Anyways. That last line left a bit of an impact on meh. especially since I'm just realising that school is coming back reeeally soon, and it's time to make that last-minute rush for homework. The last minute rush, of course, brought me the 'being a student' feeling back. This, combined with 'screw it lah!' got me dreaming..

.. is it really necessary to do all this studying to get a good job to sustain meself and then work and work and work till retirement?
Should I join the ranks of the majority, and leave times of freedom to 1: Childhood and 2: post-retirement?

Why are these periods 'free'? Because both of them are times where, I suppose, money is not an issue. All is provided for.

1: Childhood
-Parents supply money for our life's needs (if they can). Food is paid for. Clothes are paid for. Toys.

2: Retirement
-Same thing, only instead of Parents we have the retirement fund. The only difference is that the amount of money is not an undetermined number (if you ignore loans and borrowing money); it's not a number that the parents constantly add to; it has a limit. And what you allow yourself to do all comes from the amount you make when working. In a way, you now parent yourself.

So where am I RIGHT NOW?

Parents still are supplying, so freephase 1 isn't completely over yet but school is preparing me for that working 'period' of my life. I am preparing me. Meaning that... what I'm doing now is all working up to the day when freephase 2 starts, and how well I work now will determine how much I get to do in phase 2.

Life: Work done = Opportunity + Freedom

BUT
This is a little closed-minded.
In that working mid-phase between 1 & 2, there is bound to be a little fun had, a little time not spent on work.
Here, a great tip lies: Do work that you love doing.
This way, you are not just working for money, but working to work. You love it, and rest is merely rest away from enjoyment. Life in the mid-phase is no longer work + rest/leisure. Now it is enjoyment + rest/leisure. A great cheat to own. And I want it. So..

I must first find what job I'd love.
Because I have no chance at knowing what being in the jobs out there are like (HINT HINT, MOE) I must go by assumption and guessing. Maybe this happens in the job, maybe that happens, etc.

But I don't feel like rambling about that at the mo.
So... complaints!

Sigh. Sigh sigh sigh.
Sai.
How did Life come to this? From days of no technology and no civilisation, all we did was get food, eat, bring up kids. Intelligence was expended on hunting methods.
And then came economy and civilisation. Technology.
With this came jobs and money.
(MONEY.)

And with jobs and money came a different means of living.
No longer were things made just to be made. Systems kept for the good of the people. We all sold out.

I mean look at the 'ole aboriginal peoples of the world! The indigenous peoples! The way they live really exhibits that they're all 'one big family'. They work together for the community as a whole. Not just for themselves and their spouses. They went to get food for everyone in the hunting groups! Just because! And this kept them healthy too. Kept them moving. Fun was had!

Sigh sigh sigh.

But I am born here, where this is no such way of life.
Respectable work requires more of the brain (and technology) and less of the body around these parts.
But there's no way any country like this would want to go back to such times. Reputation and all. Need to be seen as a high tech country.
Sheeeeeyit.
Aiyah, nothing more oredy.



-Zan

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grumble

Kay, I take responsibility for not passing in the O level fee money yesterday. Yesterday, which apparently was the DEADLINE.

So big rush today la.

But I still will complain about the inadequacy of my form teacher.
My Form Teacher (MFT) did not enforce the fact that IF WE DID NOT HAND THIS MONEY IN, WE WOULD NOT TAKE OUR O LEVELS THIS YEAR.

She even gave the students that hadn't given the money up a paper, telling them to do so that Wednesday. Clearly either she was not informed of the deadline's importance, or was and did not recognise it to be as deadly as it truly was.

And a couple of backup systems could have been organised by the school as well:

1: Paying for the students if the students are too late and writing the amount off as a loan that the student then owes the school. This would display precautionary planning.

2: Have the FT demand the hell out of the students. If the student did not pay it on the last day, the FT should be forcing him/her to get out of the school and get that money. Yes, students do need to be pushed sometimes. We may not be primary students, but we are certainly not yet adults. And even adults forget.

3: Public announcement system! Have someone announce the last day in a booming voice to the ears of the school. as if a paper stuck on the class board is enough. The BACK of the class, no less. T_T


And there you go.


-Zan

Weehee

So POA is ending, and I'm in the greatest rush to finish my dang work. But already our SS teacher is making his way in, so (still in my rushed mindset) I stuff the PA papers under the table and get on with the newly-assigned SS work.

I'm still feeling all rushed, so while doing SS I feel all "MUST. FINISH THIS. NOW."



but.



Inbetween my writings, X keeps popping his voice in my ears to tell me about some extremely fascinating joke or comment. I have to give some response, and keep cool about it. But he keeps going on.

And now, while I'm at 60% irritability, D and C start talking and joking between themselves. This is normal, and I realised later on that completing the work was not as important as I was thinking it was.
I decide that the environment is not suitable for my flustered self, and I request a toilet break. Instead I go do my work at the benches for a few minutes.
I come back to stay, and get my SS book from the cupboard.
As I place my book on my desk and take my hands off of it for JUST A SECOND to adjust my chair, Assholiholio The Smug (OF COURSE) proceeds to bloody take it. By his own damn permission.
80% irritable, and rising.
Then D asks me harmless qns, and the occassional telling-me-something-I-must-know, to which I reply by sending him an acronym to be deciphered by him. I figure this will give me time to do my work.
(The acronym, which represented the words in my head at the time, was AMIIC. It means Ask Me If I Care, and I will admit that my anger was misplaced on D. It should have been somewhere else. Sorry D.)
Eventually C finds I'm flustered, but I refuse to show what it is that made me so. Again I deny him the right to confirm his assumptions of myself.
I hate these people, ARHVDBFJHSDV



ANYWAYS.
What you see above is something that occurred last week in class. It shows me at one of my lousier times.
To the updates:

I'm finding myself unable to answer why I want to live, and the only thing that keeps me going, perhaps, is experience. But even that I am doubting.

I also find that I constantly am fantasizing for everything I know of to be smashed and destroyed by a meteorite. School, home, people-I-Know, the system. The world I live in needs a reform.

-Zan

Duos Dies

More writing practice with lefty, and I found out things about the way I hold things with my right hand that I never knew before. Like the way I hold a spoon so similarly to the way I hold a pen, and so on. These observations were a result of mimicking the actions and positions of my right hand with my left.

I've been Wikipeding too much today.

Interesting pages visited:
The Divine Comedy
What Dreams May Come, a film I finally found the title of.
Poetic Justice
Eye Colour
Skin Colour Map
A video just.. painful to watch

Also, I finally got rid of the damn malware and spyware lurking in my computer. Woo, everything's so fast now.


Went to Vic's school for their library's $1 sale. Great deeealzzzoorrrs

For some reason, I'm getting this nagging feeling in the back of my mind that something isn't right. I think it involves Chinese people in Singapore, the attitudes of people, what is accepted as humour currently, the reason for why things are screwed up, but I can't quite get to it yet. My brain is passing me hints, but nothing more. Yarr.

(Heh, las if my brain and 'Me' are separate entities. Snortz. Or are they?)
Und zat vill be all.


-Zan

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Crossing Over to The Sinister

I've decided to start using my left hand a lot more for things. Anything. As part of an aim for ambidexterity.
I decided this yesterday actually, but who givizzles a shizzle.
And I shall document my progress here.

I first started with switching the buttons of my mouse to suit my left hand (i.e: The right-click function is now on the left button, and the Click function is on the right button.)
and using the mouse with my left hand.

Of course, through the course of the day writing practice with the left hand was made.
Drawing, too.

And yesterday night I had the displeasure of trying to brush my teeth with my left hand. Arrgh. Twas a tediously patternless and slow task.

I will continue posting the progress here (that is, if I remember to do so.)
Hopefully will help me get back to updating this thing with the usual posts.


-Zan

On False Hope and Optimism

"Optimists generally believe that people and events are inherently good, so that most situations work out in the end for the best."


A dog is hungry and wants food. Now.
A man waves a dog biscuit in front of the dog.
The dog believes that he can now have food.

Instead of what was hoped, the man eats the biscuit.

The dog is still hungry.

Should it care about the man?
The man made no difference to the dog's situation, other than waste his own time creating a show for the dog.

Thus, should the dog give a hoot?



-Zan

Dodgy.

So Devar's got himself a tattle problem, and is screwed.

CF almost lost his phone, but found it and someone took his Sim card instead. And even the little string on the phone his ex gave him.

I've got.. to watch.. my back.

-Zan

Eye Daggers, Killmode: go.

Lovely questions that are near bloody impossible to answer:

-What is your problem?/What is wrong with you?

-Seriously, why are you such an asshole/ass/idiot/retard?

-Did you really have to do that?

-Are you that stupid?

-When will you grow up?

Usually these are asked with the hand raised forward, palm facing Northeast of the speaker who has his/her head tilted to one side, with a hinged-open mouth and a furrowed brow.
The word 'Seriously' or 'Seriously ah,' can be added to the start of the sentence to make the speaker sound like more of a shithead.

GOD THEY'RE" SO ANNOYING

I think I'm Sorry.

Daniel.

David.


One day, I will hit you in your faces.
Just because.


-Zan

Feelings call for better sentences. Herewego:

Looking at the statement constructed to sound profound with meaning and depth ("doesn't it sound so cool and poetic?"), Disgust once again is resurrected from my abandoned sea of great emotion.
Worst was derived from reading the third line. Making such a decision over uncertainty and incautious trustworthiness of self. 'I feel it is, thus it must be', right? Christ.
Skin deep indeed.
I bid my trust in the generation, adieu.

-Zan

See Sea Ace

Negotiating skills.
Something I will strive to further improve on.
Why?
Because CCAs are part of the job interview now. They will be there, burned into my report. And when the time comes where the interviewer asks why I, unlike so many other applicants, have pretty much 0% of qualities shown in most CCAs printed on that damn paper, I will have to come up with a better reply than "My CCA had no value, and I hate sports. It gave me no chance to show any values other than endurance for swimming fifty trillion laps each couple of days."

It sucks that, being in Sec 4, it's too late to change my CCA.

Being an average counselor. Involves no sports. Forces the leadership out of you. Responsibility plays a big part in keeping students, including yourself, in order.

Being an average librarian. Shows responsibility for keeping books safe. Assists the members of staff. Self-discipline is fostered by remaining silent in library.

An average Computer Club member. Gains knowledge of how to use the tool that is associated to the business world, and slowly becoming the most important machine in our lives today. Provides a chance to help old staff persons who did not learn how to use a computer in their youth.

An average art club member. If the member has an interest in the arts, this will nurture their talents and interests and will prove beneficial if they wish to have a job involving the specific art form they are interested in.

An average water polo member. Gets to learn how to swim well. And catch a ball. And be fit.
Leadership is only given to those above average in the sport, and thus this value is not shared by the other members on their report card. Teamwork is the only other value I see in this one.

Now, please, if I sound too pushy with my opinion, go ahead and tell me what you think.
(I'll still hate Waterpolo as a CCA. All we do is swim, as I've said many times before. Jeez. We don't even learn much else other than how to move in water faster. Or stay there longer.)

I SHOULD'VE CHOSE NPCC
OR NCC
SOMETHING
ANYTHING
NOT INVOLVING SPORTS

NOBODY TOLD ME THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN
SYSTEM-CHANGING BUTTOCK-HOLES.
stupid sec 1 self..

Stupid new report card system


-Zan

Friendster Law #1

It is an unwritten, wholly understood and implemented law of Friendster that:
If you see that somebody has viewed your profile, it instantly opens a door for you to view theirs. Immediately.
And it doesn't matter if you've seen the profile of this guy or girl. Just view the damn thing. Because you have an excuse: They saw yours first.

ARRRGH MY THIGHS AND STOMACH HURT LIKE THE UNHOLY BOWELS OF HELL

-Zan

Did You Do Anything Constructive Today?

I was thinking about how much more time we would demand for ourselves when we were older. Like if we took all that time that we used for watching tv programmes we didn't like anyway, we'd have a few more weeks of free time. Likewise with naps, sitting around doing nothing, etc. Perhaps that's why our parents get all huffy seeing us lazing around doing useless things. Having a smaller amount of time to live, they see the importance of spending time well. Pity that thoughts such as this do not stick in my mind perpetually.

Matt Groening:

THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT IN HIGH SCHOOL
STATUS
SEX
CLOTHES
GRADES
DRINKING CAPACITY
KILLING YOURSELF
GRADUATION
YOUR FACE

THINGS NOT TO WORRY ABOUT IN HIGH SCHOOL
SCHOOL SPIRIT

From his book "Life in Hell".

And about books, I very recently read Watchmen again. And it rocked, again. The story had more meaning as I read the fictional documents within the book this time.

I'm leaving out a huge chunk of argumentative posting here just to avoid conflict with Van. The would-be section involves beauty pageants and feminist views.

This is the best fish I've ever tasted. At home, anyways.
SO FRESH.
AND TASTY.

Oh, and Devar, here's something for you. No, you won't like it.
If you're going to apologize for what happened with Chris in the canteen, mean it.
Why I point this out is because of a certain small occurence on the night of Van's competition.
When you were walking back to your seat, I told you that you "don't need to walk like that, Devar."
You did recognize it as a teasing statement, which it was, but what you did next reminded me instantly of what you did to Christopher earlier this year.
Instantly, INSTANTLY, you smacked me across my head. "Aaaass!"

And therein lies my problem.
If you didn't notice already, what you did is almost the exact same thing you did to Christopher.
I made a statement, and you acted physically.
(Only, if you look at it more thoroughly, what you did was in front of a lot more people. Also, what I said was only loud enough to reach your and WQ's ears. Also, Van's friends and family might've been around.)

Now, you might read this one day after it is posted on the blog, or you might read it a month after it is posted (on the account of myself not giving much reason for people to check it anymore). Either way, know this: I will still tell you what I think might be wrong with you at any time in the future, if you request it. I will still teach you what you think you need to know to not be what you call an 'ass', if you request it.
But, I will no longer be able to bring myself to trust that you take my advice to mind again. Evidently, you cannot recall it fast enough to handle your reflexive actions.
*slap*
"Aaaass!"
I do not expect an apology, nor do I expect anything else. This is just to inform you of the matter, and serves no further purpose than to do so.

Otherwise, it was an okay night. T'was a pity that SP didn't offer free 'refreshments' like they do during talks.

Ah, well. Time for some Tom Waits. All I've been listening to is Symphony recently.
*pops in the CD*

*I really need to write that letter. Shit.*

-Zan

Tell Me Something Constructive You Did Today

(I really should write that letter. What's it been, three months? Damn.)

I was thinking about certain things people do that their future selves might regret. Things like watching humor videos, sitting in the bath for a little longer than expected, watching television they don't even like just because of boredom. Little things.

More Weird Memory-Mappy-Linkage!

Hey, I depend on the mappy-linkage for blog content. So hushahush.


I was sitting here doing my geography work due tomorrow when this wheeled chair reminded me of when I sat in this teachers' room in Radin Mas to stay back finishing incomplete file work with a bunch of other classmates. It ws my first time being allowed to sit in a then-fancy, 'Adult' chair. With WHEELS.
This made me recall when I was sitting on the table doing my work halfway, ____ came in. I didn't know SHE had to stay back too. 'Damn'!

The Damn above is in inverted commas for reasons that will be explained shortly.

Well, that made me recall that ____ was (unknowingly at the time) my first 'friend-crush-tease'. Meaning that she was the friend I had a crush on sometimes, and kept exchanging insults with as a result. So the Damn is a 'Damn' because you had to pretend that you didn't like the person. Ah, those Playful, childish times. Those are the kind of people that people marry, aren't they? The people you like but don't feel uncomfortable around?

Eh, what doos I knowz abt <3 neW4yz

Oh, no!
It's a Monday tomorrow!
Well Godda-
Well Gosh Darn it!

:)

-Zan

Showertot?

That's weird, I got this line of thoughts as I was walking from the shower to the clothes drawer:

Evolution. You could say that, as said in evolution, organisms are evolving to adapt to their surroundings. To be more and more suitable to where they live, over a course of millions of years.
Now this got me wondering:
In fifty billion ka-trillijillion years (assuming the sun would stay intact by then), would every lifeform on Earth have identical features? Would there be one lone species on Earth?

I wonder this because, if evolution progresses, it would slowly make everything more 'perfect', more suited to that which surrounds every living thingy.
And if evolution applies to every single being on the planet, slowly becoming more and more adapted to their surroundings, to what Nature would see as perfect, wouldn't all species ultimately form into one, nature-supposedly perfect species that has adapted to every possible environment findable on Earth? To be an entire planet covered by one species alone. To be mammal-amphibian-reptile-plant-fish-human-bird-hybrids.
Cool.

Mm. And that's all.
VECTORS R FUNZ

-Zan

Well, That Sucks

Something sucky happened today.
Chun Feng came back, and Shuen Keat spoke considerably less to me today.
But my theory of gloominess has been proven wrong. I remained stuck in another depressed morning, despite the lack of incredibly over-repeated jokes and quotes. What is it that is eating into my happiness?

Could it be schoolwork?
No, I didn't mind the assignments today.

Could it be lack of sleep?
Maybe, but I still was gloomy on Monday morning after resting all Sunday.

Well, I do hope it gets better. I'd like me back.

Ah, I did think of one thing that kind of bummed me earlier today.
Well, Mrs Y lost the cap to her back marker, and somewhere during her lesson it was pointed out by D that she had accidentally made two black marks on Van's back. The back of her shirt.
Needless to say, Van went crazy. The fact that it was Mrs Y that did it made the situation worse, for Van hated Y. After asking for the price of a school shirt from us, she demanded the price from Y. Well, there isn't much in that that bummed me, it was majorly from what happened shortly after.
V and D plotted V's revenge against Y. It kind of sickened me to hear the snickering and laughing in the process of the planning. It reminded me of the evils of teenagerism. The way they sounded so determined in her revenge, how they laughed in anticipation for it to happen, and how satisfied she looked after it did happen.
Seeing Van satisfied does not sicken me, but seeing anybody satisfied from such a cause does.
She'll hate me, probably, for writing this, but I'll leave it to her to explain how what she did was indeed fair. I'm sure she has a reason. I hope it's just.
: (
It was during that period that I had my first sign of sympathy for Y. Something did it.


I'm killing myself with this post.


Just got off the phone with Freddie.
His excuse for not coming tomorrow definitely is something I accept, but I don't know about the rest.
Well, if they're going to boot him, I want him to be some form of outside help. Damnit.


Almost forgot:
I played around a bit with the school piano today. Played it by ear. It kind of sucked as the notes were all blocky and the music had not flow, but it was a shot at playing again.
Sigh is the word of March.

-Zan

I Need To Think Up Better Post Titles

I've been theorizing about why my school periods are starting with great, great frustration now, and my theory is that it is because Chun Feng is not coming to school lately. he is sick.
It is not that I miss his company or his habit of sleeping in class, no, nothing like that. But it is because that when he is absent, he leaves a blank space. A blank space in that chair of his.
And this is dangerous.
For the SK has lurked behind that row of seats, waiting for a chance to sit closer to me.
He has taken his chance, and he sits behind me. And damn is it frustrating.
Do you like being pestered, bombarded rather, with jokes and quotes from movies that were released years ago?
Do you like being told the same damn joke over and over?
Do you like this happening to you each morning, marking the start of your very school lessons?
EACH. BLOODY. MORNING?

And that is why I am bitter in mornings. Why I have been that way recently, I mean.

I hate him now.
Because he is changing my style of typing here (very subtle in the change, but I see it: I haven't typing with the rush to do so, recently.)
Because he is making me dull in my morning periods, blocking my will to learn and sucking the soul from my body with each LAME STATEMENT.
Because he approaches me even before class, even when he has nothing to say.

And this is the part where Van comes in to suggest some method of help.
... please?


Anyways, the remainder of this post will consist of little notes and reminders for me to remember what to post about the next time I post.

Brow utility (in class).
Zebra crossings.
How staying late in school happifies me so.


Feeling like shitnuggets:

-Zan

acegikmoqsuwy -ZED-

I guess this kind of explains itself. Got the link from this guy's blog.
Should I trust the results? Should you?
Should I wait until after I finish my misanthropic/melancholic/stress-filled little period of no-sleepness to take the test once more?

Advanced Global Personality Test Results Extraversion |||||||||| 40% Stability |||||||||||||||||| 80% Orderliness |||||||||| 33% Accommodation |||||||||||| 43% Interdependence |||||||||||||||| 70% Intellectual |||||||||||||||| 70% Mystical |||||||||||||||| 63% Artistic |||||||||||||||||||| 83% Religious |||| 16% Hedonism |||| 16% Materialism |||||||||||| 43% Narcissism |||||| 30% Adventurousness |||||||||||| 43% Work ethic |||||||||||||||| 63% Self absorbed |||||||||||| 43% Conflict seeking |||||| 30% Need to dominate |||||||||||| 43% Romantic |||| 16% Avoidant |||||||||||||| 56% Anti-authority |||||||||||||||| 63% Wealth |||| 16% Dependency |||||||||||| 43% Change averse |||||||||||| 50% Cautiousness |||||||||||||| 56% Individuality |||||||||||| 50% Sexuality |||||||||||| 43% Peter pan complex |||||||||||| 50% Physical security |||||||||||||||||||| 90% Physical Fitness |||||||||||||| 57% Histrionic |||| 16% Paranoia |||||||||||| 43% Vanity |||||||||||| 50% Hypersensitivity |||||||||| 36% Female cliche |||| 16%

Stability results were high which suggests you are very relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic..

Orderliness results were moderately low which suggests you are, at times, overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.

Extraversion results were moderately low which suggests you are reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and secretive.

trait snapshot:
secretive, reclusive, messy, disorganized, introverted, unassertive, rarely worries, dislikes large parties, does not like to fit in, does not need to control others, solitary, ambivalent about chaos, tough, leisurely, does not respect authority, not aggressive, observer, abstract, impractical, dislikes leadership, daydreamer, bizarre, does not make friends easily, not a perfectionist, suspicious, rarely irritated, strong physical instincts, unsympathetic at times, risk taker, submissive, weird, sarcastic, strange

-70% not Zan
-20% Zan's uncommon, current bitterness.

10%:

-Zan

YOU.

For some reason I hate everyone now.
I don't like it.

I can't think of a person right now that I can't mentally snarl at. This might have something to do with me sleeping way too late staying up doing work for the past three days. Or.. nights. Or mornings.

I guess not sleeping does induce crankiness.
Oh, and I have finally started to hate "Mrs Ow".

..
Like, REALLY hate.
More than before, that is.

This post sucks. I have work to do here. Ararswsrfewf

-Zan

About Time.

I was thinking about things that I would do/start doing when I become old enough to live alone. Here is the list:

1: Become a lousy vegetarian who sneaks fish into meals.

2: Have my normal haircut be a bald head for at least a year.

3: Have foot-length hair as a norm for at least 6 months.

4: Have a room purely for artistic expression.

5: have a room filled with bubble-pool balls.

And that's all I can think of so far.
NEXT:

More habits shown by other people in public that I hate:
People who stop in front of the escalator to look around with a mock "wtf?" expression, telling the world that they accidentally took the wrong escalator.
..
GET OUT OF THE WAY.
It sucks to be the person behind escalator-cloggers, because people will blame you for being the one causing all the stumbling.
Rr.

I remember seeing a class of students in City Hall, being briefed on how they would be collecting donations. No, not the put-the-coin-in-the-can kind of collecting, but the kind where they show you their papers and ask for the donation. It usually is a Jaws-type of situation.

You are walking towards the inside of the MRT station.
You look around for a garbage bin to throw your can of (some carbonated drink) .
As your eyes sweep around the area, they unknowingly chance upon the looming eyes of another.
In a fraction of a millisecond, those eyes somehow notice that you have looked at them. They look back, and the bearer of those eyes perks up.
Immediately he dashes towards you, holding out his card and papers, speaking with such bullet-like speed.
The following occurs:

*shows you identification card*
"HelloI'mBillyKohFromBlaBlaBlaOrganisation.."
"Uh, I-"
"AsYouCanSeeFromMyCardIAmNotAFakeTryingToCheatYouOfYourMoney"
"but I di-"
"WeArePartOfANon-ProfitBlaThatHelpsBlahsToBla. IfYouWouldJustBeSoKindTo-"
"Shit. Well all I have now is two dollars. Is that okay?"

he gives you some stupid crinkly look with the eyes.
THE EYES.
As if to say "SHOW ME YOUR WALLET, I KNOW YOU HAVE MORE!"
THE EYES KNOW YOU LIE.

And it's all so unnerving and embarrassing and Blegh.
Still, luckily for me the kids were being briefed, and their doom was not unleashed to the public before I hop-jogged my way past them.
Zan 1, Those Students 0.

I really gotta get blogging again. This all looks... sloppy.
I NEED TO GET MY FLOW BACK.
Hm.
Ah, right, the old people.

I hate walking past old people. Even worse, old-people posses.
It's just the fact that I feel so much like an ASSHOLE when they walk slowly.... slowly... sooo slowly in front of me, and when I walk normally past them i look like I'm deliberately trying to show off my superior walking skills. And I'm not! I even slow down a bit, I try my best, but nothing refrains from making you look like a dick when you walk past old people.
Tip: Pretend you're really late for something and just rush past. It should save you the guilt.

Ssssiggggh.
Sigh 1: This evening is the last evening of the holidays.
Sigh 2: Unexpected feelings and wtf-ness arise.
ANYWAYS.
I do have one more thing to blog about (how to cheat the zebra-crossings.), but that'll be for next time. Now, I REALLY NEED TO DO MY WORK.

PS: You'll never guess what Sigh 2 is about.
(Not Van, in case anybody was wondering.)

-Zan

Of Height.

I have flu today. Idunno what it is, but I feel SICK.

..

AWESOME!

except fer the runny nose. That part sucks. SUCKS.

-ZAN DUHRR

Bax

Fortune cookie says:

The God of Fortune is with you today!

Anyways. The last Hongbao has been taken, and the counting shall BEGIN.

...

...

Woah!
More than I expected. Way more. Woot.

Dinner with the Wongs was interesting, and it was interesting to see Andrew after he'd gone through the most significant physical change in one's life - puberty.
Heck, he even had those little moustache-ends.
And his height! He's extremely close to my height, and I shall blame this on his association with basketball and his apparent 'bad eating habits', because protein helps you grow, and with a lotta eating comes alotta protein, I guess.
Rar.
Oliv and Andrew were quiet at the table, though. Quieter than usual, that is. I guess that's what happens when we have teenagers at the table. Adults kept the noise going, though. The conversation, I mean. Vic was the loudest of the children at the table, though. To me anyways. I can't blame her cause my ear was right in front of her..
Edward still a happy guy. Bouncy. The fact that Andrew's been teaching him the stuff he knows is great.
Hey, he'll be of Primary school age next year. Interesting.
I seem to be using that word a lot recently... to the thesaurus!

Oh, right, gotta meet Chris tomorrow.
Commonwealth, 11am
Woah, it's past 12!

I guess this is the last event I'll be having for a while, so I'll be going back to the old observational posting after this.

Two, two and six.


-Zan

The Obligatory Flag Day Post

Flag day was pretty good!
As I look back at this morning/afternoon, I notice how the hours didn't draaag by as one would expect 8 hours of collecting donations to. Maybe it's because I didn't have a watch. Heh. Or a phone. Or any other chronologically informative device. It was also funny how people in the morning were more willing to donate than the afternooners.
Here's my list of people that were more likely to donate:

People on the phone, for some reason.
Suave looking Indian dudes. (Sunglasses)
Old Caucasian couples that are above 60. Those below are less likely to donate.
European couples.
Mothers with children (of any race).
Teenage couples.
People with their friends. (Adult or teenage. Of any race, even Chinese. Bonus points if they are of different race.)
Smokers. (Who knows why, but they seem willing to donate.)
Women friends.
Thin middle-aged Chinese guys. They're always nice!
Families.
People with earphones, for some reason.
Men with business pants. They seem to always have a pocket fulla coins.

And that's all, until something refreshes my memory. Now here's the list of people who were less likely to donate.

Normal-bodied middle-aged Chinese guys. They just give you this grimace.
Chinese teenagers that are female. (They don't even smile. They'll look at you if you're lucky. Friends are an exception though.)
Caucasians. (with the exception of elderly ones, and those with their children. Well, at least they reject with a smile.)
Fathers with their son.
Teenagers that are alone. (With the exception of Indian ones, for some reason. They're awesome.)


Note that the lists are based on my experience, meaning you might have a different one (based on how you look or ask for donations, probably.), and the lists do not apply to your donation-collecting.

All that aside, I'm grateful for the coins and notes I got. The fact that we got anything at all shows us that Singaporeans aren't really the 'typical Singaporeans' we think they are. Some of us, anyway.
And just a little tip I remember:
Do not fill the rim of your can with stickers. Put stickers on one by one, so people will get the impression that they'd be taking the last sticker. Makes them feel special, maybe. It worked for me!
Another tip:
When asking for donations, walk slower a little. Look like you're prepared to stop, because people will just pass by if you look like you're just flowing past.
Another:
If you bang around your can (sloshing around the coins), and people see this, and hear this, you are less likely to get a donation out of the same people afterwards.
Also:
If it is windy and some guy is trying to put a dollar bill in your can, do not help. This will raise the chances that the bill will accidentally fly away.
And:
Banging your coin-filled (coinful?) cans to the tune of "We Will Rock You" is crazy-awesome.
boom-boom-BAP, boom-boom-BAP


Eating with the ex-neighbours in about 45 minutes. Woo.

I will not refer to CNY dinners as money collecting.
I will not refer to CNY dinners as money collecting.
I will not refer to CNY dinners as money collecting.
I will not refer to CNY dinners as money collecting.
I will not refer to CNY dinners as money collecting.


-Zan

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[Zan]

Maybe That Millisecond Isn't Gone

Wikipedia is great. One can go from reading up on Stanley Kubrick to internet memes to April Fool's jokes to Google to Time Travel.
I chanced upon the article on John Titor, and it made me think about myself in a future where time travel is possible.
I would definitely take a visit to see the past Me again.
I probably already have. Maybe I haven't spoken with my future self (yet?) because he decides not to interfere with the past, for he might turn out to be a vastly different person.
Maybe the future me is just sitting somewhere, watching me.

What an interesting thought.

-Zan

Har Har Har.

Eating Banana nut crunch cereal.

And I was thinking.
If there ever was a Mr. Banana NutCrunch, he would have...

... the WORST surname in the history of ever.

Ahahaahaha
Nutcrunch

-Zan

Cynical?

Well, I guess the fact that it involves magicians makes it cynical. To my eyes, anyway. A story about magicians can symbolize that all the magic in life must have a trick, a 'secret' behind it. It's all an illusion. A set-up.

Hey, you think it'd be really easy for a magician to go atheist? Kinda like Penn & Teller. Knowing so many secrets to so many acts that seem to be magic is bound to make one a skeptic. "Naw, it can't be real."
Even the machine that was said to be 'real magic' (in the movie) was later referred to as just being science instead.

And it's strange how I always wake up in the morning with this surprisingly slim body. No matter how much cereal I eat for dinner the night before, all that food takes no place in my body. Or at least appears not to anyway. Maybe all that energy is being used up when I sleep. Maybe my brain is excessively using up more calories to compensate for lack of physical activity. If that truly was so, I LOVE MY BODY. Maybe that's why I go to sleep with strange pieces of music being created in my head. Or wake up with completely random song lyrics sometimes.
Still, I don't wanna depend on my brain too much for my bodily fat-burning. (Or oxidizing.) My body has to get used to exercise. I do have water polo tomorrow. Damnit.

LESSONS FOR TOMORROW:
1MT
1SS
2EM
2PA
1SP
2C4L

The redder the font, the more I don't generally like the subject.


Hm. The weather forecast add-on in Firefox says it will be 'Cloudy with a thunderstorm for the next three days (including today).
It's still pretty sunny out. I'll base today's weather on whether I'll bring an umbrella tomorrow or not.

I wonder what's on Van's blog. Don't think she's updated it yet. Ar.
I bet Ada's updated hers. Off I go, then.

Oh.
Wait.
Just a word of thanks:

Thank you, Hero. I didn't know why you kept barking so awkwardly in the dead of the night, but I do now. I now see that your actions, although selfish, have spared Marang Road from being overrun by that pack of stray dogs. You get a mental cookie.

Hey, why is everything in tiny size? I hate this error.

... And that is all for this morning. Off I go!

-Zan

The Nails on My Leg

Another thing people do wrongly that makes me frustrated:

They confuse their feet with their legs.
I've constantly heard people refer to their feet as their legs, and don't really see the difference when I point out this error to them.
Hopefully somebody sees this:
http://img226.imageshack.us/img226/8673/legfootey4.png

While I'm at it, here's another:
THE WORD 'FILM' IS PRONOUNCED 'FFFF-ILL-MMM.'
IT IS NOT PRONOUNCED 'FFF-LUH-MMM'.

I swear, every time I hear someone pronounce it as 'flum', I get this horrible cringe in my head. It just makes me mentally go 'arrg!'. It's so very annoying.
Maybe it's because they pronounce the 'L' in the word by itself. Assuming that they pronounce 'L' as 'Luh' and not 'El'.

F-I-Luh-M.
Ffffff.....iiiiii......luh...mmmm..
fillum.
flum.


Maybe.

Nothing more to type about for now, except that I find myself becoming more concerned about working on the retreat than I usually am concerned with any project. It's a good thing, but it just seems... odd, for me. I'm usually the one who doesn't work that much.
Your body isn't the only thing growing, Zan.

Heh, I still hear rockets outside. at least I think they're rockets. Making that "pphhhwwweeeEEEEEeeu" sound and all.


The Prestige is AWESOME. Bowie plays a great Tesla, and the plot is great. A little grim, perhaps, but great. Like I told Joshua, the scene where Borden snaps the fingers of an innocent woman just to get back at Angier is the part that really set the movie for me. Makes it so much more serious.

And about snapped fingers:
The concept of having fingers you could never use again is actually very sad. Think about the many things we do with our fingers. The first time I thought about this was when I read a moral-bearing story where a father smashed all his son's fingers just because he was angry. The son asked his father "When are my fingers growing to grow back?", and the father killed himself.
Is that sad or what.

And my mind is already looking for something else to type about. Relax, fingers.
Reeeelaaaaaaaaaaaxxxxxxx.

I 'liked' her again today. Funny how one moment my mind thinks of her and melts like butter. On a frying pan. Above the sun.
And yet thinks about her the next moment and feels nothing about it.

Oh how you puzzle me, FakeLove.

Here's another "And Also":

And also, I've noticed how my past few blog posts are more muddled as per usual.
I need something to blame.
Rawr.

-Zan

You foxy thing, you

ENTER THE FIRE PIG.

News for the new year. Or, rather, today:

FIREFOX IS BACK.
All it took was to completely uninstall my current (unworking) Firefox, and reinstall the new one. That's all it took! And here I was, mourning over how all my history and bookmarks would be uninstalled with the rest.

Kickass.

Smashmouth - Diggin' Your Scene is playing. Corny name, but does it ever fit the mood.

KickKickassass.

Aw, it's over.

Asskick.

Also: WE NOW HAVE 48 CANS OF HEAVEN&EARTH MANDARIN ORANGE.

KICKKICKKICKASSASSASS!



Also...



In honour of the Lunar new year, I shall paste bits of astrology involving, well, my year.
NYAH.

Here we go:

I am born in the year of the Metal Goat/Ram/Sheep.

The Sheep, or Goat, oddly enough, is thought to be the most artistic sign of the zodiac, perhaps because this is a very creative sign. The Sheep is artistically talented and has a great sense of fashion (Ha!) . Chances are that this type will prefer to be a designer or painter, or go into the kind of profession where he/she can make the most of his/her gift for creating beautiful things.

These people are considerate creatures - they think before acting, and try not to hurt anyone's feelings. If it ever happens that the Sheep person causes unforeseen problems, it is very likely that he/she will step forward to rectify the situation (Meaning: If I did anything wrong, I didn't mean it!) . This side of their character helps them maintain a healthy social life (Double Ha!) as well as enabling them to deal with life's ups and downs.

Sympathy is very important to these people as is the approval of people they respect. However, they sometimes require too much attention and impose too much on those who are close to them (I wouldn't know. You tell me.) .

Sometimes they are too sensitive for the real world; they often misinterpret situations. People born in this year are insecure. They need to feel loved and protected. They are easily drawn into complex predicaments. This being so, they usually shy away from confrontation, pull back when faced with heavy decision-making situations, and blatantly refuse to take an unpopular stand in a conflict. (I hate this paragraph.)

Zodiac Location	8th
Ruling hours	1pm-3pm
Direction	South Southwest
Season and month	Summer, July
Gemstone	Emerald
Roughly equivalent western sign	Cancer
Polarity	Yin

(just for the record, I'm a Libra.)


... and I just came back from Mount Faber. It conveniently had to rain when I came back from the hill, though. Rr.

Method of getting past Hero the Wonder dog upon arrival:
Picking up some stick on the way home, and throwing it away from me when Hero started running to me. This diverted him for a while and by the time he started running back to me I'd reached the stairs. Mission successful.

Time of post start: 1545 hrs
Time of post end: 1721 hrs
Hey, I was distracted through the course of writing this.

Hey, this is my blog's second ever CNY. Woo.

PS: To J:
How's this for not thinking too much?


-Zan

Just pointer-outers

Just for those that may not get it:

ONE:
-This blog, as it is called, is a Thought Bubble. If you read these posts or even comment on them, that would be really cool. But for the reader that goes 'wtf did that last one mean, be less vague', be reminded that this is but a thought bubble, and what I think goes in it, vague as it may be.
I may even start a post with

"ARGH. Look at what you did. Now I can't tell them.

I wish you wouldn't show him anymore. Argh."

... that. Because, once again, the posts in this blog represent what exactly I am thinking at the time. So don't be confused.


TWO:

Just to keep people from getting further confused here - see that profile on your right there? That hasn't been updated in two years. Don't let it mislead you.

-Zan

SCORE.

I will never forget that time, and that location until I DIE

laa deedaaaa
GLEAM

And I think it's time FOR ANOTHER...
-Zan

Happy Points.

This morning I pondered about something I shall call 'Happy points'.

Happy points are a unit of your happiness. For example, watching TV and eating would usually have a HP (Happy Point) level of 60, due to its unstressful nature and lack of effort required in doing it. Whereas something such as working on a school project on 'The history and principles of our education system'... or something like that... would be worth 8HP, if not less.

The Happy Points administered are based on how people I KNOW would feel. Meaning they are based on how an 'average person' is supposed to feel.
Meaning not everybody has the same HappyPoint system.
Thus if you are a unique and different individual, sod off. These won't apply to you.

Anyways.
My question is
What is the ideal way to use your Happy Points?

Would it be to save them up and then reap the benefits later?
i.e:


















Or would it be better to remain with a constant level of Happy Points throughout your life, without any lowering (or 'saving') them at all?
i.e:


















What got me thinking about this is the O levels. They led to this question:
Would it be better to work reeallly hard at the start of your life, so that you'll be successfull and work a lot less later on, or would it be better to work at the same rate throughout your life, having an equal balance of work and leisure throughout.
I guess that's what determines the graph lines up there.

Graph one:
WORK+
LEISURE-
after time:
WORK-
LEISURE+

Graph two:
WORK neutral
LEISURE neutral

Heh.
So the question you should ask yourselves today, young readers (I wonder if I have real 'readers' anyway. I need a tagboard, just to see who reads this thing, I guess.) is:
How should I use my Happy Points?


-Zan

O

After observing reactions of my seniors and my friends who have received their O level results, I have made the following instructions on how one should react:

IF YOU DO NOT LIKE YOUR SCORE:
-Only tell your score when asked
-Stay away from friends you know are smart. They probably got a really high one. This will create unnecessary hatred.
-You have the right to hate your friend a little - no, wait, a lot -if their score is higher than yours, ONLY if e tells you without you asking, and especially after e heard your score.
-Always state your L1R4 score with your R5 score, so you at least have a lower mark to state.
-Please don't feel too bad about it.
-Please.
-Turn off your phone. If you don't, you will have millions of people call you with the following words prepared: "SO WHAT YOU GET". And it really sucks when you have to repeat a number that you don't like over and over.

Note:
I have decided that how a student should think for the O levels is to aim for the absolute best and expect the absolute worst afterwards.
anyways, moving on:

IF YOUR SCORE IS REALLY, REALLY GOOD, AND YOU LIKE IT TOO:
-Do not tell anyone your score unless you are asked. Be humble.
-When telling someone your score, do not go into it (eg. 'I really expected myself to get a C for those subjects, surprised that I got an A!'). This will make your friends hate you, unless their scores are higher than yours. Or they are really good friends.
-Avoid bragging to people you know are smart. They might get back at you if their scores are better.
-Do not call or sms or message your friends for their results unless you know they would get good marks beforehand. Otherwise it would be a real downer if their marks were really far from what they expected.
-If you are speaking with your friend on the phone and e has bad grades, do NOT make a long pause and continue with "Aaaanyway, I got really good! In fact, I got blablabla", cause that's really mean.

Well, I guess it's applying time for them folks.
My unexperienced advice to those taking their Os this year:

-Aim for the best (a six!), expect like... a 40. This way your personal standards will affect the way you work during studying, and you won't be all cut up if you get a mark that's really bad, because it's still below 40.

-Really study. Really.

-Bring tissues for results day. Crying will occur, whether marks will be bad or not.

-Look everywhere for O level papers from the past. Ask your teachers!

-It is worth sacrificing your time to study for your O levels (I reckon.). This is purely because if you get a high score, the higher powers will be more biased towards you, even if the skills required to pass the Os will be forgotten by you in, like, 2 weeks. So take the time to study. STUDY.

-STUDY.

Which reminds me of a thought I had earlier this morning, which I shall type about in my next post. Till then!

-Zan

Chicken or Egg

Woah, Ada really blogs a lot.
I love these pants,
I love these socks,
I love this shirt,
I do not love suspense. MALINA, HAVE YOU FOUND OUT YET?!



Anyways, good luck to all y'all Sec 4 and 5's getting your results tomorrow.

-Zan?

Simple Mind = Simple Life?

Came up with this thought at the balcony.

Looking out from the balcony for the millionth time, I wondered if I was really taking notice of the trees right in front of me, and wondered if I would recognise them at once if shown a picture of them.
So I looked at the tree on my right, analysing it in all its glory. Its branches were extremely tangled and twisted together, which made me think of all the complications in this world that shape our personalities and our lives. And at the same moment made me think of how complicated our brains are.
What made me think of these, I think, are the books 'How to overcome your difficulties' (a very Buddhist-influenced book) and 'How To Use Both Sides of Your Brain' (which repeatedly stressed the complexity and wonder of our brain throughout the book), which I had read recently.

I then thought: If our brains were extremely simple, would we lead simple, peaceful lives as well?
And I thought of things which complicated life, one of the first being Race.

Before you read the next few lines, know this to help you understand it better. I believe that our physical and cultural differences are caused by our locations, our surroundings. One of the things that influence me to think this is that most people with darker skin have origins in countries that are mainly around the equator. There are more, but that's not for now. Anyways, moving on -

Then I immediately thought: Why isn't this planet we live on smaller?
If Earth were smaller, there would be fewer people to argue with, issues would rarely be settled by bombing because countries would be too close to each other, there would be a lot less land to argue about, people would look a lot less different from each other, it would be easier for countries to communicate, deadly changes in the planet like, say, the atmosphere, would be easily observed by people, it would be harder for couples to cheat because there would be fewer places to hide, and so much more. Sure, we might become less capable to problem-solving (because of the reduction of problems) and thus become less smart, but we wouldn't have any smartypants people to compare our intelligence with, and thus wouldn't care. Our minds would be smart enough for this new world. Wouldn't a smaller planet be awesome?

Hey, what if we were given these mind-exercising complications for a reason?
I mean, none of us enjoy the complications all that much. Maybe we're smart for a reason of a larger scale, a bigger picture.

I also wonder: What if someone wished for this before, and we do indeed have a smaller planet than before? I wonder how chaotic that world would have been before this one.
Maybe it is true, maybe the world has become smaller, and maybe we haven't noticed because, similar to the adaptation theme throughout this post, everything on the Earth has become smaller with it as well.
Heh.
How funny.

Well, in that case,
Wouldn't it be better if Earth had a smaller planetary mass, but everything on it stayed the same size?

I love that balcony.
The calmness of it just... forces me to ponder.

-Zan

VD

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Should I?


... ...

Really, should I?
It would be 'sweet'.


It would also be embarrassing.



...
Should I?

-Zan