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