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