Babatunde

Time to dump my handphone's Notes folder here.

'Matteo de longis' - artist whose stuff is ossome. Noted down the name when jc and I were at Bishan Library, so I wouldn't forget.

'Slimming cream is dangerous. This is strike two.' - sometime in... July(?), I accidentally dropped a can of slimming cream that was on top of a tall cupboard in my pursuit of a new tube o' toofpaste. The can cracked, and some of the orange cream landed on my forearm.
An hour or so later, in the mrt, I noticed that my forearm really hurt. Apparently a blueblack had formed without me noticing. The pain got worse. Foul substance!
Why strike two? Well. Somebody I know applied the stuff direcrtly on their stomach once, didn't understand how it worked. Didn't know it would sting so very, very badly.
Foul substance.

'Is 'generating phlegm like sneezing in your mouth?' - Random qn-in-head. Whilst walking across the parking lot on the way to the overhead bridge.

'Metal chair with extremely sharp spikes for legs. Every time you sat on it it would sink further into the floor/ground/earth, becoming one with that spot 'forever'.' - While walking up the hill late at night.

'Sensors to measure the weariness of people. Judged on weight of articles carried, age, muscle mass, etc. For usage in mrt cars as indicator of seat priorities.' - Outram mrt. I suspect this is the result of my brain being whiny about my everheavy bag.

'Jobscentral.com.sg/careerfair' - For memory.

'Get hit. Let go.' - No remember why. Maybe this was after parent-teacher meeting. Or something.

'An expert is someone who was once pert.' - Yesterday, on the way to the bank. Wordplay is win!

In exactly a month, I will have 2 stages left before I complete Level 2.

Back to paper?
Back to paper?
Back to paper?


-Zan

Initiative.

The judo master made his way home. It had been a long, depressing day at the dojo. The new batch of students seldom fell without whining, and he never fared well with this.
He made his way to the train station. In a moment, the next train arrived.
The master stepped in. Sat. The train moved on to the next stop.
A drunk old man stumbled in, shouting and cursing at the ceiling, the floor and all things inbetween.

The master stared.

The drunk staggered over to the young woman, whose face was buried within her novel. He slapped it from her hands and stepped on its crisp, white pages.

The master stared still. 'If he did that to me, I'd make a mess out of him.' he thought.

The drunk, quite finished with the poor woman, set his sights on the elderly man beside her. He shoved, cursed at and even slapped the man, who in frightened stupor immediately left the train at the next stop.

'If he even thinks about laying a finger on me, he's a dead man.' muttered the master as he watched from the opposite bench. He clutched his bag tight with rage at the drunk's dearth of respect.

The drunkard swaggered over to the boy beside the master. A torrent of obscenities, certainly unfit for the ears of such a youth, poured from the drunkard's purple, enraged face. The boy burst into tears, and he ran off as well.

The master couldn't wait for his turn with the drunkard. He'd finally get back at him for the havoc and disrespect he had dealt to those around him. The master's eyes glared in furious anticipation. Only he was left.

The drunk man turned his head to the master. They exchanged stares. The drunkard gave a grunt and as he moved his foot forward, the master's hands freed themselves of his baggage. 'Go ahead. Do something.' he thought. 'I'm ready.'



The drunkard walked out of the train.

The master, dumbfounded, looked around him.



-Zan

Join Me In The Spiral

The Gods of Nostalgia beam their smiles down on me this morning. Their power is great and overbearing, and despite all things the hidden presence makes it all better.
Despite the plugged ears. Despite the nocturnal mosquitoes. Despite the dry eyes and wet night shirts. Despite this past week's sickness and the medicine, the early nights and my tinkly phone alarm. Despite the CLB file. Despite having Vic hear me swear on video and give me miniature hell for it. Despite my double fast-food nights. Despite the drawing blocks. Despite stepping on this clotheshanger. Despite the sore throat, the phegmy yellow blobs and my public hoaaaaaarrgghggghking. Despite the smses. Despite mrt people. Despite the bad punctuation of this post, even. Despite it all...



I feels fantarstick!

Moreso than you, maybe.

Hidden nostalgic frequencies are a force sublime.




-Zan

Now That I Have a Cam...

Date of purchase:
September 30, 2008

Moment of death:
May 3, 2009 9:15:28 AM

























Moment of disposal:
July 25, 2009 1:19:28 PM



-Zan

Epic Naps

Known also as early, unprepared Sleeps.

The following is another Thing-I've-Always-Wanted-To-Post. I sort've forgot this one a few times along the way. Until a week or so earlier. I guess it wasn't as great as I initially thought it was, back when I thought it?
Probably because it relies on ageist stereotypes. And doesn't apply to all situations.
Dang.

Anyway.











Observe the above image.
The arrows represent the type of thinking held
by each of the ages represented by the photographs.

THE CHILD:
Arrow points forward. Immersed in curiosity, the child seeks to discover more of the world he inhabits. The future is a fun thought to think of. "When I grow up, I'll be...!" and so on.

THE ADULT:
Arrow points downward. Immersed in the present, the adult is busy and occupied with the many matters at hand. One must think of what to do next, what to do Now. "Just a sec, I've got to do this"

THE ELDER:
Arrow points back. The angel of Reminisce drops by countless times, as the elder recalls the sinewave that was his/her life before the final years fall into place. The great changes of the present can't help but remind the elder of what they were changes of - the past. "Back in my day, you'd never see that happening. I tell you.."

Und das ist alle.
Don't really like it that much, and that's probably why it took so long from conception to publishing. I mean... the child should have two arrows, one down and one forward. The adult would have an arrow down and a thin arrow forward. Some adults are all down, some are all forward, some are all backward. Some 'Elder's would have an additional arrow down and forward. And so on. And so on.

And now... to do it for the love.
Phyllis should take it well. Martha's already there. Connie needs analysis and Miss B has too much to be productive.


-Zan

The Breathing Moss

(ithinkioverdidtheshadowsonthelastone)

Woke up this morning with completely numb right arm. Brought it down from above my head, left it there. When the blood rushed back it felt like it was... contracting? Buh.

SAW BEETLE LARVA ON WAY TO MRT THIS MORNING. Maggoty fat grub. Beetle larvae. Larva.

visualart
metalwork
woodwork
mathematics
philosophy
anatomy
physics,actually
environmentalengineering?


-Zan

Consider Having Omnipotence.

Wat zou je doen?

Would you live your life the way it is now, cheating from time to time?
Would you live your own paradise?
Would you let yourself die?
Pass your abilities to somebody else?
Throw them away?
Play around? (eg making oneself gigantic enough that you'd be able to look at the universe from a god's-eye view) (eg making oneself so small you could see the inside of atoms, of quarks, beyond.) (eg exploding miles of ocean into the air, then spontaneously freezing it to make strange, sharp scultures) (eg peeling open your skin painlessly to assess your physical inner self?) (et cetera. Et cetera.)

Assuming you bore omnipotence, and lived forever, at what point would it get boring and unfascinating?
Would it?


-Zan

Failboy Fail Is.

And I turned anticlockwise, still facing the books. Seeing a row of identical Fables book spines, I took one out to see if I'd read it before. Familiar cover. Skimmed through it, found I had indeed read it before. Then I noticed to little boy to my right. He took a book out of one row of books, and unknowingly had shifted the bookstand that all the rest of the books in the row were leaning on.
One book fell. Then two. Then we both stood and stared as the rest of the row slowly tumbled to the floor.

I could've helped stop the great fall.

But.

I wanted to see how far it would go...

After about 5/6ths of the row's books were piled sideways on the floor, I dove in to help.

Done.

Continue walking around circular bookshelf. See boy again, this time with mother.
Boy takes out one book.
About 3 fall out, onto the floor.

Zan stifles laughter, looks away.



Failboy is fail.

And now, photodump from the phone.























(From National Museum)

(Not done yet, but not in mood to upload the rest)


Nostalgia tickles me. Come closer, darn you.



-Zan

Quietly.

Pronouncing Dwing gives you a weird pronounciation of the word Doing.
dwing

Martha and I are doing fine, but things could be brought to a higher level. I won't be going out with Connie and Selvy until next week, but I suspect things will be dumpy. We never really clicked, but I'm still hopeful. Bonnie..? ..sigh. And Phyllis and I always had a spark between us, we were so passionate. Now I can barely listen to her.
And I want her back.

The angel of Pleasant Nostalgia has been brushing me with his feathers this afternoon. A new kind of brush, this nostalgia feels different. Maybe it's from farther back? Mm.
FEEL THOUGH DOES NICE IT
: ))


-Zan

Crackle-Pop

Alpen, milk and two strawberries.
In a blender.
Oh yeah.
(Don't taste no different, actually)

"Meh"

List of asymmetries I've found through the years:

-upper teeth/gum row tilted slightly anticlockwise (clockwise from my view) with respect to upper lip
-left tooth-between-canine-and-fronttooth slightly more inside the gum than the right tooth-between-canine-and-fronttooth
-(my) left eyelid lower than right
-left chin hair grows pointing downwards, right chin hair points back
-same thing with central region of eyebrows: left one starts off pointing up-ish, right one starts pointing sideways
-EARS. Left one sticks out more
-sparser arrangement of sideburns on my right cheek than the left one
-nails of left and right big toe are strangely differently structured

And that's just the ones I've found.


-Zan

Slapdash

Mmrmm. 8am paper today.

I woke up at about 6.00am, turned the alarm off, looked at the bathroom door and saw that the door was closed, light coming from inside. Sister already showering. Hmp.
Back to bed. Just a tad more rest.

I woke up at about 7.12am, realised this, bolted to the shower, tried to smear on the liquid soap as I washed self. Got out, put on uniform, took bag, left. Dashed to mrt. "Arriving in 3 minutes", it said.

Entered exam venue, sweating, at about 7.50am. Took stuff. Sat down.

Phew.

(friggin 5th-level venue)
(fraggin people-already-using-elevator. rar)
"lolnotsobadwhatHope that's the answer!shitnotime"

and
"OhshitnodictionaryHope that's the answer!"

And then you realise that it's there to be done whether you want to take it away or not. And then it's so much easier to want to do it, because it'll be there so long that you start to have fun with it.

Z?

Time to edit an old post.

-Zan

Papierre theme part Deux

"Shit, do my fingers hurt!"

Onward to

:0

0:

Physics.
And clb.

-Zan

And the Theme for Today's Paper is...

"If I just had more time!"

Mm. Onwards to Ekawns.
I predict the next theme'll be along the lines of "I couldn't remember!"

Again: Mm.


-Zan

I Can Feel It Dave

A man on the same mrt train section as I went with me from Dhoby Ghaut to Harbourfront. He was middle aged, paunchy. Not one you would call 'chipper'. We reached the last stop of the North East Line and everyone left. I slowly packed my book into my bag - the train at the last stop waits long before leaving - and noticed he was still just sitting there. He stayed in the train, other people got on, the train went off.
Odd.


Think he's still there?




Daisy Daisy
give me your answer do
I'm half cra zy
all for the love of you
It won't be a sty lish marriage
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle built for two



-Zan

And Now, to Be Goodboy

My dear friend Opinion thinks that naming other people the following words
idiot
stupid
is an act more vulgar than if words conventionally considered vulgar (eg Fucker) were used. Don't be an idiot. Why are you so stupid? You don't have to be such an idiot. Et cetera. To call someone as such is an insult to... their mind. (lol mindhead) Their mind, that which is used
every day, to do
everything, at
every given moment.
You insult their life, foo.
Of course it's less insulting if one decides to be more... constructive with the criticism ('that's stupid, you should be doing this' as opposed to 'you're being stupid. stop it.') because Opinion says it's not very nice to call someone out on something they can't change. Or don't know how to change.
"Stop being an idiot."
Is the receiver supposed to understand immediately how he/she is being what the giver considers 'idiotic'?
Tsk.

(btw: This is all directed at a particular person I know who is a fan of using these words. The person hasn't used them to me in... years, I think, but they've still been using em on other people. And if you think it is you I refer to, and ask me if this is so, you will be told it is not. So fret not.)

-Zan

Right.

Tot: I know I'm feeling a little down when I actually do feel like I'm 'wasting my breath' when I speak.
*inhaaale.*
"YyyeeEEESS??!"

I remember thinking, whilst in school, about how fantastic and convenient it would be if we didn't have classes or ccas so frequently, and thus would be able to stay at home and have optimum time to study ourselves.

We have that now, and I think I've been taking it for granted a wee bit. I've forgotten how much I wanted this, and what I wanted it for. Ey?

L. O. V.


-Zan

Loobs.

Slapdash says:
List of interesting things to draw:

-tarot
-megaman robot masters
-mythical beasts
-mythical beasts of literature that are only described, but not illustrated, and are left to the artist's interpretation (eg behemoth)
-elemental creatures
-tribal shitizzle from africa + newzealand (egmasks)
-jap stuff.. duh.
-chimps/mandrills/spidermonkeys
-prehensile body parts of animals
-personifications/embodiments of things (eg Death, Life, War etc)


WARNING: NEXT PARAGRAPH NOT FOR THE "EEW"-ING VARIETY OF PEOPLE.
LOOK AWAY.
AWAY.

Decided to post a habit that started earlier this year, left me, and now seems to be returning.
When peeing on a really full bladder, I put four fingers of my hand on my stomach, just slightly below the belly button, and keep it there. After the last drop has been dropzed, I place my thumb where that area of my stomach now is, and measure the difference in distance.
Just to see how much of my bladder's width has changed. Heh.
Cheap thrillz.
Disgusting habits.
Off.

[Edit: I apologize to those who cannot/do not pee standing up. For they are unable to indulge in this sick, sick habit.]


-Zan

Coffee's Only a Dime

June 16th.
Around 5pm.
You. Yes, you. That was very much uncalled for.
You are a confused, angry little boy.
Contemplate that, control yourself.

kayenuffofthat:

About the word 'Relationship'. It needs to be explained to some why to 'be in a relationship' with someone does not necessarily involve romance.
One should look into roots of the word.
Relationship. There is a relation between them. They are related.
"Billy is in a relationship with Mary."
This merely means that Billy and Mary are related in one way or another. Not necessarily romantic, it could be referring to a friendship, partnership, acquaintanceship, comanionship, etc.

And then I search the word on dictionary.com, and it ruins all of that with its fourth definition:

4. a sexual involvement; affair.

Thanks, dic.com
ihateyou

Also on le thème de la romance, I woz thinking one day about the nature of romance in most movies. Most film romances are the Love-At-First-Sight type, instead of that gradual, slow, progression that later buds into... confusion.. then blooms.

Blooms into the realisation "OMG I'VE FALLEN IN LIKE WIT YOO".
und zen i thought... wait. That kind of romance does appear on screens. Usually on dramas/soaps though.
I suppose it's the time constraints that cause this. It's all their fault.

('Playing hearts' has an interesting double meaning. Lawl.)

Interesting how, as a 13/14/15/16 year old, one can imagine romantic (or, for some... erotic?) scenarios with peers of the same age. And it appears perfectly fine. But years after, when one is, oh, say... 20? 30? And beyond? If those same thoughts of the same people at that time period arise in one's head, they would be opined as

really disgusting.

Not that I don't follow this. I just don't understand. (Or bother enough to mentally investigate. Yet.)

June 18th: First time in a loooong time I went outdoors without a bag with me/on my back. Woot!
The event: 5/1 class bbq @ CT's haus

Randomtot.
Just as pleasure made constant and continuous is nullified, so Pain made constant and continuous is nullified.

i.e. Get studying, sirs and madams.
i.e. Get exercising.
Eat less.
Save money.
etc etc.
It may be shit for some, but the shit will pass.
Provided you deal with it long enough.

Random idea dump!
A multinational corporation that provided access to future-viewing?
It would never get infiltrated, as they would be able to look ahead and see you try.
They would always have enough moolah to maintain the company, given their ability to see how stock market goez.
They would have a code: to never take advantage of the future-viewing device/machine/whatever for malicious gains.
Their purpose would be to deflect possible dangers caused by the way the world's people are doing things at the time.


WHAT?
RANDOM JUDO TRAINING TOMORROW?
(actually today, technically, but)
AW MAN.
Last week of study, leh. Lehzx.
Bah, humbug.


-Zan

Get to it, Kid

Hmph. The usual dashwalk aint doing so well lately. No hoppage-jumpage.
Starve a little?
Starve a little. In more ways than one.
Iwantmyjawbackdagnabbit















-Zan

Strawberry Windz

WE GOT HOT WATER BACK
HOT WATER.
BACK.
THE HEATER'S BEEN REPLACED JOYSHINEWEEHAPPYJOYNESSANDWONDER
WEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEEEEEEWWWWWWWWT.

Finally.
Not that I didn't get used to icy showers, but the feel of WARM WATER on one's ornery self after forgetting such a sensuous wonder of wonders... kicks ass.

Finally.
Gawde.
Unfortunately, the fingers of my right hand have skinscrape wounds right between the knuckles and nails.













A trip to the bathroom sink reminded me that raw skin + water = $%@*&

And so, every trip to the shower involves my right hand avoiding getting wet. So my left hand does all the soapwork, while righty holds the nozzle. As a result, the left side of my body gets less soaped-up, as my left hand can't quite reach my left armpit/armarea/back. So my mind does something it hasn't done in ages; it anthropomorphises the left and right sides of my body. "I have to be dirty because you hurt?!" etc etc.
(I used to do that with... scissorsleavesfurniturepillowswalletslegoblocks etc etc)
(back in them wee years)
(Thought: My right hand remains unwashed though. So fair game.)

IDEADUMP:
Mini social networking website that allocates each day of our 2009 years (or maybe just the past 100) to a list of people born on those days.
Then further breaks upthe hours of each day and allocates the hours to people born within those times. (Maybe even break it up into seconds?)
So... people would be able to find others that were born at the exact same day. Or moment, even. You know, for shits and giggles.

PS: This is one of the first, if not the first, movies I watched in cinema. Finally tracked it down.

Ah, phuket. Nothing moretowrite.
I WANT.

GET TO STUDYING ALREADY. GOSH.

-Zan