A collection of random stuff...

Haha I think I lost the structure of my blog. No more eight-posts-a-month, no more elaborate language (maybe that explains why my GP is languishing), no more full stops to end my titles.

I felt pretty much alright in the afternoon after finishing the first post of the month at 6+, sleeping till 9+, and slacking around... Then a wave of tiredness and so on and so forth just overcame me at about 5+pm. It occured to me that all I've done so far today is to blog, do one and a half section C questions (the remainder of the 2009 chem promos practice paper that I didn't manage to finish before the chem promos... I did half of qn C1 while waiting for the chem teacher. I said something about keeping the identities of people secret but I'll duly thank her next year after graduating. I guess. Good teachers deserve their dues.)
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Yeah. So I've been slacking the whole day, and suddenly life seemed so pointless. ): I think I'm in post-exam blues for some strange reason. Maybe it's a somewhat unconscious move to vehemently protest against attempting to finish up my loose ends from promos and get started on 3 new exams. Need to get my act back together...

So I went to bathe and felt considerably better. So here I am, trying to finsh up on blogging (this is the last post on what I wanted to talk about) and read one essay from a compilation of chinese essays by RI/RJ Chinese pros, and finish up my bio practice paper and get the hell to sleep. Rawr.

I guess I'll only be able to finish blogging before I decide to call it quits, though. Oh, well.

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Okay, so after TY and JH (another JH, not me...) and SL and TS assault me with a barrage of words (oh, wait, they're at it again) I'm finally starting on this post again. zzz.

So without further ado, a few b (ARGH) * a few bizarre nuggets of information:

Why Old Things Are Good
Actually, I just want to talk about my socks. Lol. And then maybe extend the argument to more old things.
I own two pairs of socks, from some unknown brand, unknown because I can't find the brand swen on anywhere. Unlike my Converse socks which have the brand printed on them.
So these two pairs of socks, one white and the other grey, are now quite deformed and look more like cloth bags that roughly fit on to feet. A little bit like socks back in Ancient China where socks comprised of silk or cloth bags that were wrapped around the feet (or so I gleaned from the few episodes of old Chinese dramas I watched). They're actually quite comfortable because the tightness of newer socks isn't there and the socks somehow wrap themselves around your feet that make you feel like you never want to take them off again.

It's just like how I once used to own a pair of slippers from a pretty good brand (forgot the name, as usual) that I bought from Compass Point at Sengkang once in primary school for the very, very cheap price of $4. So i wore them for ages until the slippers had imprints of my toes and heels in them and were quite black from use (and quite thin as well). I remember once when a salesman peddling a cleaning product asked me to lend him my slipper and he tried (and failed) to get rid of the blackness. Then he awkwardly tried to steer the crowd back to how great the product was as I escaped from Heartland Mall. Well, anyway, this just goes to prove that old things frequently used are often emotional attachments of their owners. So when my slippers wore out finally I tried to buy the same one back again, but I couldn't find it any more. So i tried a pair of Bata slippers, but they were crappy. Then I bought higher-end Bata slippers. Still crappy. And since I don't often go out in slippers any more (hence the disappearance of a slipper tan line on my feet in primary school-sec2) due to a sad life and pure laziness, I still use that latest pair of crappy Bata slippers.

Why I Like House Crashing

1. I like architecture. So getting to someone else's house is a chance to gawk at the nicely furnished rooms, the beautiful house, the tastefully decorated living room... etc. Or maybe not. Once in my senior's house I saw a very nice sound system that had little black speakers delivering surround sound to the little living area (sofa, TV). I was there because us basses were preparing a special song for the chorale concert, composed by my senior. I admired his parents for their openess towards a modern design.
2. It's a sign that i'm accepted by the other party as someone close enough to visit their houses and view what is considerably private to them.
3. It's an opportunity to get to know the other party more. From the people in the house to the type of books kept and the absence or presence of a piano etc... so much more can be seen from a house visit.
4. I loathe staying at home because I don't study well at home. I study best at a table surrounded by a moderately noisy class but since that has left me along with my graduating from secondary school crashing someone else's house would do as well. For the first few hours, and provided that there aren't too many distractions around. And it assauges the boredom from staying at home from far too long. Especially during a holiday.

Why I'd rather stay at home to Study
(as opposed to the airport. Sorry that it sounds somewhat contradictory to the pointer above. I guess studying at the airport is even worse than studying at home, in a sense.)

1. When you're not very smart like me and attempt to study on chairs with a runny nose and a suspected oncoming fever and shivering even though you're in a jacket, studying at the airport can leave an indelible bad impression. Especially when you were doing math, and math was something you don't really like. Okay, is.
2. When you don't have to pay for a drink (probably coffee or tea) to get an artificial boost of energy to keep studying. Money is saved. And when you feel like sleeping.. just sleep. Trying to drag on and studying ineffectively for a few hours is time wasted when you can sleep, wake up refreshed and do the same thing in a much shorter period of time.
3. You can run to the fridge anytime to grab a drink or a snack to munch on. If you're anything like me, it's either Timtam's (whatever the hell it's called...), or frying a small egg and adding a little bit of spice and pepper and soy sauce, or cup noodles. Preferably tom yam for that zest.
4. There's absolutely no need to lug around thick files if they're already in your room.
5. You can sit in any position you want, blast the music out loud to keep yourself from falling asleep (party rock anthem works quite well for me) and study. Woot.