Boe Tax

Barber had his naughty grandson in the barbershop today.
Decided to try having the top slightly longer than the sides, to reduce the poofing-out look that occurs when my hair goes longer.

Two spambots on msn I've deleteblocked recently:

missberner31@hotmail.com:

"Hi. Who is this?"
"hey"
" Do I know you?"
"i'm 21/f your a male right?"
"Yeah. How did you get my email?"
"nice, I just got off work and finally got some time to relax which site did i msg you from again?"
[at this point it's pretty obvious. Just one more test..]
"Applesauce."
"I am a little busy right now, trying to upload some new pics to my photobucket if ya wanna check them out go http://photobucket.com/SweetSouthern tell me what ya think :-)"
"k you're a bot. tsk."
"whats a bot?"
DELETE

corrineklegin95@hotmail.com:

"Hey. Who is this?"
"hey, hows it going?"
"Crap. You're a bot."
"whats a bot?"
"you"
"i'm 22/f your a male right?"
DELETE

Be wary.

-Zan

Languages that would be cool to know.

English.
German.
Mandarin.
Japanese.
Sanskrit.
Malay.
Afrikaans.
French.
Mandarin.
Spanish.
Italian.
Tamil.
Hindi.
Icelandic.
Russian.
Arabic.
Latin.
Sign.

-Zan

School of a Thousand Zans

"JUMBO

Open daily except Fridays
9.30AM - 7PM

All are welcome"

Coulda done it today. Cripes.

-Zan

Sapere Aude

Mental.
Physical.
Academic.

You're not there, boy.
Walk.
Stand up
and Walk.

-Zan

Ssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Imagine people with the non-mirrored organs within their body flipped horizontally. Like their hearts on the right. And their appendix on the left. So on. Outside they'd look exactly the same, inside they'd function exactly the same. Just.. flipped.
"Oh, I'm left-bodied."

And that is all.

-Zan

It Seems JZK is Missing.

I will now list possible reasons.

1. He is injured somewhere and cannot walk and is not in the open.
2. He is kidnapped.
3. Suicide.
4. Homicide.
5. Staying at a friend's house.
6. He has run away and is loitering around the streets with the money he has.
7. Hiding in school.
8. Accidental death.
9. Hiding in LAN shops.
10. He has run away and is living with someone who has hired him for work.
11. His mother is lying.
12. His father has taken him back to China.
13. Some other thing.
14. A company has hired him for his outstanding talents in something, and he is happily overseas.

[EDIT: The answer was apparently 6. And half of 3. And possibly 9, but I don't know for sure.]
[But anyway: hurray]

-Zan

More than Left and Right

1 + 1 ≠ 2..

1 + 1 = 1 + 1

-Zan

Quick one.

Diaryblog entries for yesterday and the day before that.

FREITAG
7.30 GP lesson. Continuation of the class similie exercise, lesson on metaphor and personification. I left 10 minutes early to meet up with Ms L at the parade square, as instructed.
Assembly. Got the ltc dvds and distributed to most of the Snapeys. Next: Physics.
Lecture was okay, filling in blank parts of Current Electricity notes on the way due to bridging. Got to know about the exam format with more detail. Gotta ace them last two chapters to secure 40 marks.
Breeeaaaak. Everyone wondering where to go for phys tutorial due to the fact that it was converted from a practical session.
Commence the 2-hr tutorial. Went into Superposition tutorial more (finally cleared my head about what a Harmonic was) and then went into Current.
2.5 hour break. Worked on the econs project. Ish. It's pretty much done save for individual research for our portions of the presentation.
Econs lecture. Which was right in the middle of the partial solar eclipse that may've been seen from Singapore, says John. Rrrrrrrr.

SAMSTAG
Faber jog at 6! Slept early so I woke early so I ran. Ideas arose during my run.
Back, showered, computer-ed, math-ed. Biology-ed. Slept. :D

I guess the day gets simpler without school, no? Yes.

-Zan

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Nirvana - Charles Bukowski. As read by Tom Waits.

-Zan

When the moon is yellow silver

Maybe when our story's over
We'll go where it's always spring
The band is playing our song again
And all the world is green
~Tom Waits

Today was the first time I saw a part of my own face flash in the eigengrau. Hrm.

Diaryblogging for today:
Went to school early for PE at 7.30. Height&weight check, followed by three laps around the field. Followed by pullups. ZK did not do his share. Went to canteen, ate yong tau foo, went to econs. Then math lecture. On the applications of differentiation. Then GP. Then physics with the wonderful new teacher Mrs C. Then canteen for an hour before clb. I don't know what it was. But I was dying in that classroom keeping my eyes open. This does not happen. Maybe it was the early PE.
Then I homed.
Then here.

-Zan

Diaryblogging, dwei und drei

Tuesday:
OPEN HOUSE.
Assembly in the hall, followed by further preparation of booth. Setting up the banners, tablemat, posters, flyers, tiny bookmarks, mats. We changed into our gis and operations soon begun.
Had fun manning the stall. Playing the role of Obligatory Annoying Photographer and watching L, KS and D get chosen the highest number of times (ignoring the fact that we forced KS to play a number of times). Evasive tactics to exclude myself as a armwrestle victim were initially successful, such as playing the 'host' and telling guests they could "play with annnyone you want here" so that they would look around at everyone else. 8D
Watched a bit of the performances, walked around, had lunch, had fun. Felt nice going around the school barefoot. And I shoulda shoulda joined them in 'Tell me'. CRAP
Then it ended. Pack up, help others. Go homme.
Read a bit of that book, finished up biology homework, spent the rest of the evening doing math.

TODAY:
First morning assembly of the year! H, S and I clinched the front part of the assembly line so hurrah. H transitioning from "sol" to "zom".
Econs lecture on Trade. New lecturer, who I feel is the CCW of the Econs department. Der lecturer ist gut!
GP. Mrs T is okay-er than she first appeared. Very much so. But I still don't like the way she does that thing.
Break. Briyani rice is now available in nyjc! As is prata! Fists. In. The air. Exclamationmark.
Math. We chased Mr H to the class after waiting for him to leave the canteen before we left. Went through the differentiation tutorial, thank goodness, quite quickly. He gave us a good refresher on trigonometric properties. Inducing more oooohhs and ohyaaaas.
Bio. Much better than expected! Mr MG's the new tutor. Okay today, but he warns us of change because today was merely our first tutorial with him. Homework: 300-word essay to introduce ourselves to him. wth. side-note: thank you h2 bio students who dropped to h1. Now I have more people in class that I know.
After bio, went to atrium. Signed name on attendance sheet for Bridging Programme records. Filled in new reflection form, meaning my previously-completed one was a bit of a waste. Rr.

Pretty good day, when I think about it.

Now, to book. Then, to math.

(edit: forgot to mention the odd feeling in my right ear. Been lingering with me for the past two days. Feels as though there's water inside my ear, but.. not. Not sure what it is, but I know it is annoying.)

-Zan

Diaryblogging, part 1.

Right. Almost forgot.

Today I woke up, slept, woke up, prepared my bag for school and left for school. I was unsure what exactly was going to happen there, but I knew what the first thing we'd be doing was. Bringing the mats back from the Art room to the MPR at 7.30 in the morning. Luckily I brought my PE attire for this. Didn't want to sweat in the uniform. Glad to have seen L and K do the same.

After this was assembly. But not before a minidiscussion with Ms Yap regarding the judo exco's treatment for our judo juniors for the year to come. Last year was the year nyjudo faced the greatest number of injuries, apparently. Who knew.

Assembly. I tried very hard not to sleep. Our class finally met our ct/gp tutor, Mrs B's, replacement, Mrs TSL. I am sad to report that she is not Mrs B. We'll see how she is, la.

Break in the canteen. Before we knew it the 30 minutes were over.

In class with Mrs TSL. Obligatory We've-Just-Met talk. Obligatory more-homework assigned to us. Oh, and we got the new school handbooks. Haven't taken the time to analyse mine yet, though.

LT4. Being briefed by Mr N about tomorrow.

Helping out with the setting up of our (small and first-aid looking) judo banner and our judo booth. Cutting out posters on boards, hauling tables, drawing on the voting boards, drawing on the whiteboard for our one-minute arm-wrestling [check it out, mummy's shouting at C. sigh.] challenge.

Home.

Book.

Math.

Math+Computer. [maybe I shouldn't complain, and she deserves it when he does that..]

And here I am.


By the way, this is my 1/3(numberofthebeast)-th published post, according to Blogger. Wooha. (another instance of the number 3!)

-Zan

Weirdo Dreams

The ghostly backyard. Walking around, we come to a door around the corner. Before we can read the sign on it, it opens and a little girl stands before us. She looks at us, and suddenly a large, exhausted-looking middle-aged and grey man slumps out, putting a hand on my shoulder for support before walking away, followed by the little girl.
We read the sign.
BEWARE
THE PERSON HERE IS A DEAD ENGINEER AND OFTEN FINDS WAYS TO LOCK PEOPLE IN. ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Something along those lines. A little longer, perhaps. But I know as I read the bolded text that I was not going to go in that room. I hope he's not feeling too adventurous either. I look at him, and we both turn away from the door. Phew. Of course it then made sense why the large man was so tired - he must have been afraid he may never had left the room. Or something. Perhaps the hand on my shoulder was the result of a yearning for human contact after being stuck so long. Maybe the girl was, in fact, not in there with him. Odd.

-Zan

No Man Ask For

Perhaps I should try out a week of diary blogging.
To illustrate:

Yesterday I went to Bukit Merah library. Completed my physics homework there, and I was about to leave when - I saw the rain crashing outside the window. Tsk. Of course the rain quickly stopped only after I passed through it to get to the bus home. Oh ya, saw Shabeera at the interchange. What a coincidence.

Like that.
Journalling, basically. Online.
Perhaps next week.


-Zan

SHOVE OFF.

Idea.
The likelihood that this has been conceived already is extremely high, though: Things that record smell/touch on the spot. Like recorders or cameras. Because views and sounds aren't the only thing that I'd like to sort've 'relive' at will.
In fact, there should be experience-recorders that could allow you to relive your every touch, smell, sight, taste and sound at a given moment. That would be cool.


AWKWFJBASFUBSUFIBASF
GO AWAY
Please go away????
No, really.
Get me the eraser.


-Zan

Many Dollars and No Sense

Little experiment: to look inside oneself and continuously asking the question 'Why?' after I make a thought. To dig deeper to the simple driving forces of my character. Flublfubllbub.

Today I finally figured out how I want to die!
I wanna be an old person, and allow myself to fall to my death from the highest possible height that I can. Like sky-diving. As high as I can, then I'll fly down. Suspended in mid-air, for the longest time before my death. To bring myself hurtling closer and closer to the world until I am one with it. Flublsdlsublub.

Today I also realised that.. I kinda.. am sad that Huseyn isn't joining us next year. Hurm.
Anyway. A good start with H, S and ZK yesterday.

miniBeard is evening out!

Fascinating.


-Zan

As the Earth Comes Full Circle

, my brain realises what a sweat it's going to be in for this year.

-Zan